No takebacks my friend.
No takebacks my dear friend. Young man in the dark tavern told the bar Poet. I broke a woman heart, and I spoke cold and heartless words. I should have never said. The… Continue reading
Tag Archive: John Castellenas
Children in time.
Children in time I took a little walk by Lake Saint Clair, The Winter grasp and hold was almost gone.I looked at the morning sun and I touched the cold water. I came… Continue reading
Why do we write?
(Why do we write story and poetry?A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld wise saying. “If you are silence to the ugliness of this world. You are part of the problem.”) Poetry, my dear friends,is… Continue reading
Come hell or high water.
Comes hell or high water… Upstream… You were never easy, you were the day and I was the night, never stopping to keep our promises made.You were my sun and I was the… Continue reading
The crimson light.
The crimson light. Forgiveness we must give, forgiveness we must know. Once hell-bound life destroyed by dead brothers and broken dreams. The evolution of life is fair. We shall pay for every sin… Continue reading
Highway 80 is calling me.
Highway 80 is calling me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of same places and faces. I need the road. Highway 80 is calling me. I’m tire, so damn tired. Somehow I… Continue reading
Blood in, blood out.
Blood in, blood out A Poem by Coyote Poetry An eye for an eye world. No-one can win. When hate and violence steal all the kindness and hope. What will be left my friend?… Continue reading
Dear Amie.
Dear Amie(Denying love rewards leave you with great reward) Sweet words once whispered by a ancient Poet.Dear Amie.Sweet and kind Poet. All of us hold madness, anger and regret.The lover who never gave… Continue reading
Death come when he desires.
Death come when he desires. I was last year man. I had it all. Beautiful house and a great job.A hot girlfriend with clear blue eyes and legs as long as Texas highway… Continue reading
My dear Ojibwa grandmother chant.
My dear Ojibwa Grandmother Chant My dear Ojibwa Grandmother with sad eyes would chant songs of ancient times.I still can hear them in sweet dreams where I was safe and free.I remember baby… Continue reading