Soldier of fortune..
Soldier of fortune————————————————————- Painted memories on my skin, my mind and my heart. Some pain and some sweet.I won more than I have lost.I have killed for money, I play a bastard for… Continue reading
Tag Archive: John Castellenas
The weeping willow..
The weeping willow.. Once we held love over all things. Love was holy and you were a blessing and a gift. Now like sleeping flower in the Winter. My feeble heart had forgotten… Continue reading
Over and over again..
Over and over again I’m trying to run from your memory and when you appear in my dreams.You whispered to me in a sweet dream.“Over and over my dearest,we can run but we… Continue reading
Dead flowers…
Dead flowers.. I came to you with some Tennessee whiskey and a small plant with rosemary trying to grow. I sat on your porch, waiting for you. I wanted to see your morning… Continue reading
You were my Mary Katharine and I was your Doc Holliday.
You were my Mary Katharine and I was your Doc Holliday… You were my Mary Katharine and I was your Doc Holliday. We loved to argue, we love to wrestle till we fell into… Continue reading
Hold on tightly sweetie..
Hold on tightly sweetie… You were the bloody storm my lover. You were my strawberry red-haired lady beauty on the Fifth street in Austin, Texas. For twenty dollars and a wrist band. You… Continue reading
A song of forever..
A song of forever… A song of forever, she didn’t want to sing. She had shun love and she wanted endless night, loud music and her colorful cotton dresses. She was my hippy… Continue reading
Twisted dance of love…
The twisted dance of love. (written in 1988) A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. A rewrite from December 1988. The twisted dance of love… (Written in 1988) I lay beside you in… Continue reading
You are my treasure…
You are my treasure… My lovely lady loved a slow Sunday and to bath for many hours in a hot bubble bath, jazz music and little conversation. I would wash her hair in… Continue reading
Three fingers of Johnnie Walker.
Three fingers of the Johnnie Walker… He went back to Aberdeenshire in the Fall of his life. He found a place to drink and to watch the sea. He wrote in his notebook.… Continue reading