Love letters never send.
Love letters never send. Old man wrote a letter. He wrote “My dear love.” What we don’t do. These are the memories that will break our heart forever. You and I. Maybe loco… Continue reading
Love letters never send. Old man wrote a letter. He wrote “My dear love.” What we don’t do. These are the memories that will break our heart forever. You and I. Maybe loco… Continue reading
Dead flowers (Some short poetry) 1- Please don’t talk no-more. Pretty lady crying and she told her banished lover.Please speak no-more. Your words had turned worthless and meaningless.Your face from angel to the… Continue reading
1- Rage and pain,illusion and deceit.Love born than died. 2- Slender shoulders kissed.The nakedly dance,the midnight hour splendor 3- Captured,unrestrained,taunts and torment.Imperfection enshrined. John Castellenas/Coyote
I remember you, I remember us Once we were young and free. You were my California dream and I was your Hemingway. We roamed highway one for one year and we sang, drank… Continue reading
1- Highway 80,never ending,the long ride to California,maybe escaping?what we leave behind,love begone,love cast out?Are we running to?Or away? 2- She asked me,were you killed off by love?I loved this woman,sultry dress, scent… Continue reading
A Summertime love. Dear Veronica, she knew I adored her. She sat near me and her bare feet caressed the softness of the grass. She asked me. Would you love me when my… Continue reading
A woman, too pretty to be near me. She took my hands and she told me. Johnnie, Johnnie. You must find the Fray. Your organized life is killing you and your dead dreams… Continue reading
The phone booth near the lake. I called you at midnight and I told you. I miss your voice and the nights seem colder without you. Please come to me. The Germany Winter… Continue reading
You are the love of my life. Please lady blue, hold my hand, please give me warm and gentle kisses with the midnight night moon above us. Let’s walk together near the sea,… Continue reading
Stripped to the bone. I told her, I love the darkest things. I want a love so dark, my world turn purple/black. I don’t want sweet words; I want demanding words. I want… Continue reading