Should of loved you more..
Should of loved you more.. He left love doorway 2,500 miles away. The hardest and coldest man, he loved the whiskey and he loved the taverns. He loved the darkest days and he… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Romance
You gave me no chance..
You gave me no chance.. My beautiful dear lady is waiting for me, a touch of the sun upon her face. I stand at a distance and I appreciate her gentle eyes, the… Continue reading
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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