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
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
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
Please swirl me, one more time. 1- She told him. Please don’t forget me my love. Tonight we dance with the sea near and the sound of the ocean is our needed song.… 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