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
The earth, the sky and the water I found my Apache friend at the Fort Hood entrance. I brought him some fruit and some coffee. He saw the sadness in my face this… 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
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
Silence and listen. Old man sitting alone and he is talking to the wind. Sending apologies to old memories.Once a proud man filled with self-praise and goals. Today the goals mean nothing.Pride just… Continue reading
Wanderlust 1- Damn those eyes. Pretty face, demanding loving eyes.Soft voice making me feel weak and captured.Soft touch of hands making me fall into deep embrace.Those eyes make me swim in the… Continue reading
I am here my dearest love. Loneliest man in the bar, drinking alone. He told the smoking cigarette and the empty whiskey glass, you knew the ending at the beginning. A soft hand… Continue reading
One, two, three, four. Do we begin again? 1- Did I find you? Or did you entrap me?Am I the captive or the guard?One, two, three, four. Did we dance?Prey or predator, we… Continue reading
The waltz of the flower…A Poem by Coyote Poetry For the days of May The waltz of the flowers. “He prayeth best, who loveth best.All things both… Continue reading