Tag Archive: love

You are my sea..

You are my sea  You saved me once and again.I remember, you took my hand on a warm October nightand we went to the Monterey Bay.You held me like a child, sang the… Continue reading

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I was captured by a midnight wish..

Rage and pain,illusion and deceit.Love born than died.—- Slender shoulders kissed.The nakedly dance,the midnight hour splendor—— Captured,unrestrained,taunts and torment.Imperfection enshrined. John Castellenas/Coyote

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Dear Clinton, Michigan..

Dear Clinton, Michigan.. You told me often,love wasn’t enough.The heart become too hidden with time and age.——California wasn’t enough,I called you my beautiful Jenny and I told you.California coastline is so beautiful,the Monterey… Continue reading

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Hotel California.

Hotel California.. I was station in California in 1992. After the war ending, I was blessed, an old dream came true. I was living on the California coastline. I had no debt and… Continue reading

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Damn you beautiful Kelli.

Damn you beautiful Kelli.. 1-  He loved her so and he yearned to look into her dark wild eyes. And he knew. She was a forbidden love, so damn close and so damn… Continue reading

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The coyote and the raven dance..

The Coyote and Raven dance… The coyote was dancing for the half-moon, he moved and weaved into the deep forest and he knew. His beautiful friend was watching him celebrate the night. The… Continue reading

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You were never my love..

You were never my love.. She was a beautiful beautiful flower and I loved her so. I didn’t know love was based on wonder, mystery and wonder. I was just a replacement. Love… Continue reading

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She danced by the lights of the candles..

She danced by the lights of the candles.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Written in 1992 and rewritten.  She danced by the light of the candles.. I sat by the bay.Watched the sun fall… Continue reading

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The empty jars..

The empty jars.. I watched her in the kitchen organizing the empty mason jars and empty bottles. She told me on a cold Winter morning, I store my dreams in the old mason… Continue reading

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A Spanish lullaby..

A Spanish lullaby A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Dream writing again.  A Spanish Lullaby… Once, you and I, became we. We distanced love and love found us. We were young, we were fearless and… Continue reading

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