Gypsy soul…
Gypsy soul.. Once, I walked in the clouds, The highest Honduras mountains, I stood upon. I was a free man. Once, I danced with the Pacific, the Winter storms taught me. We are… Continue reading
Tag Archive: John Castellenas
Once…
Once Stealing kisses,hands falling together,finding new place to be discovered.We loved so damn hard,we forgot to have a safety net. ——————————————————————– If I knew We had the Fall and the Winter,I got lost… Continue reading
Pretty words..
Pretty words.. Dangerous beautiful lady in her tight black dress and wearing chain of amethyst crystal upon her neck. Was my crystal once and she wanted it more than I did. She told… Continue reading
The wildflowers…
Nude.. You leave me breathless,with nothing to hide,evening perfection.————————————————————————— Wildflowers.. The wildflowers are jealous,with you near,become less beautiful.——————————————————————————– Painted memories.. I wrote on skin,I painted secret words,on yearning skin. ————————————————————————————— Kiss and touch… Continue reading
The perfect morning…
The perfect morning.. I told the Michigan morning sky. I believe in miracles. Pretty woman sat by the open window, she watched the city come alive. I gazed at her and I asked… Continue reading
A Summer day…
1- A Summer day… The birds were singing near me. Lake St. Clair was alive and dancing for the children. The sun-kissed my face and I told the Goddess of the lake. Thank… Continue reading
Should of loved you more…
Should of loved you more.. He left love doorway 2,500 miles away. The hardest and coldest man, he loved the whiskey and he loved the taverns. He loved the darkest days and he… Continue reading
My father’s burdens
My father’s burdens. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My father taught me to appreciate laughter and woman. My father’s burdens (My father was a Ojibwa/Mexican man in 1950 USA. He never allowed… Continue reading
Nothing last forever…
Nothing last forever…. I told you often, nothing last forever. The veil of love is dangerous, make us dance and sing in the rain than teach us love can slip away and leave… Continue reading
Ancient floors…
Ancient floors… In the mirrors of time.Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better.The broken roads leave me spiraling in the memories of… Continue reading