Category Archive: John Castellenas

The ashes and the fire..

  The ashes and the fire My dearest love, my serene memory. I remember us. We loved the midnight hours, locked door and to be 3 am wild and free. The German Winter made… Continue reading

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I saw the sun in your eyes..

     I saw the sun in your eyes You and I, we are dancing by the Monterey Bay, I am singing words of love for you. You asked me, Johnnie, why did… Continue reading

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The darkest days..

The darkest days A Poem by Coyote Poetry         The darkest days   Winter of 1992 was holding on and I was hiding out on Highway one. I brought the vodka… Continue reading

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Are we lovers or liars?? and Hope Winter beautiful voice.

Are we lovers or are we liars? (Written in 1993) Once we believed in rainbows, once we made the wishing well wishes. I remember a September Fall day in 1978, the prettiest girl… Continue reading

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Lake St. Clair.. Easy days

Easy days     The best days, a beach day. Easy days, with no place to go. Just waiting for the sun to fall into the sea.     Coyote  

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Once, twice and again..

Once, twice and again. Love me one time, love me two times, lock the doors and let’s fall into love. ——————————————————- We danced the Texas two-step at the dance hall and I told… Continue reading

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Dying, lying and you..

  Dying, lying and you Last house near the lake. Was our place to rest. We were Gypsy hearts and Irish coffee mornings. We would find the quiet lake rarely, for we loved… Continue reading

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The quiet man spoke..

  The quiet man spoke My mentor, my friend. You drank till you could no-more. Five D.W.I’s, left you walking and I was blessed to able to know you. You were a 35… Continue reading

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Sugar and spice..

Sugar and spice         You lifted your eyes for me. Your eyes dancing with joy and filled with wilderness. I whispered to you. Dear love. Do you want to hear… Continue reading

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Let’s pretend my lover..

Let’s pretend my lover   Once we were Hemingway and Agnes. We drank, we made love and we had enough.   The damn Spring was looming near and I saw in your eyes.… Continue reading

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