Easy on my mind.
Easy on my mind. She had heard too many useless words spoken and she needed a friend. She was a North Dakota gal, tall, long and so beautiful. She told me on a… Continue reading
Tag Archive: John Castellenas
Been awhile my friend.
Been awhile my friend. I visit my good friend, the ground was cold and I brought his favorite beer. I take one Budweiser and I leave the five remainders on his grave. I… Continue reading
Flower in my garden and some poetry.
1- Once, I saw everything in your eyes. You whispered to me, your dreams of Big Sur and climbing Mount Rainier. I was thankful to listen my kind friend. You loved me. 2-… Continue reading
Who are you?
Who are you? I love the book “The picture of Dorian Gray.” When reading or listening to the amazing book. You question yourself. Who am I? I question you, my friend. Who are… Continue reading
My North Dakota hurricane.
My North Dakota hurricane.. Beneath the midnight Monterey moon, we danced, we drank and we adored the Winter storms of the Pacific. We served as soldiers in the daytime and in the night.… Continue reading
A penny for your thoughts. And a amazing Nick Cave song.
A penny for your thoughts… 1- Once a pretty Michigan girl told me. A penny for your thoughts. Thank you for remembering my name, thank you for holding my hands and thank you… Continue reading
Some quotes about war.
1- Do we remember who started the war? We remember the winner. And the dead are quiet. 2- My Ojibwa grandmother told me. White people took everything from me. I don’t hate them… Continue reading
The Texas two-step.
The Texas two-step. 1- A pretty gal asked me to dance in Belton, Texas. I asked her. Are you a college gal? She smiled and she told me. I am thirteen and I… Continue reading
Please one more dance near the sea.
Please one more dance near the sea.. The Monterey pretty poet name Diane read to me. “Laughing, crying. Wanting, begging. Celebrating, complaining. Seeking nothing and wanting nothing. We like the hello and we… Continue reading
One more cup of coffee .
One more cup of coffee. She was a California dream, in her eyes. You could see the great sea. In her voice, she could take away all my sadness. I went to her… Continue reading