Secrets and wants.
1- You You make me want things I cannot have.Your sweet words making me wish for placeswhere I can be free and wild.Knowing no control and swimming in your eyes. 2- Secrets I… Continue reading
Tag Archive: John Castellenas
A little crazy.
A little crazy. She told me, don’t matter, who is right, who is wrong. We are what we are. All I know, you take me where I want to go. You are my… Continue reading
Write on me. And an amazing Fifth Harmony song.
Write on me. The California Summer nights are here, and you are with me my lover.I told the night stars. Thank you for the sacred mornings awaking with you near and thelong darkness… Continue reading
Imagine there is no war. Powerful song.
1- Dear child The world weeps blood.Whole world blinded by hate and separation.Who will tell the child?He was born with no chance or opportunity.Born to learn to survive daily.Living in refugees’ camps. Unwanted… Continue reading
I am a Northern Michigan boy. Pray for peace, pray for the soldiers.
My home is Northern Michigan. I sat by the Cherry trees of Michigan in Northern Michigan, and I remembered a good friend. We were not young; we were serving in the Army. 25… Continue reading
Remembering a good friend. Lost to war. The Wildflowers.
I understand why we protect the wildflowers now. Donald N. Davis Obituary (Apostcard that Donald N. Davis wrote to his wife Linda”s coworkers arrived just hours after they got word of his death.… Continue reading
lullabies.
Lullabies… 1- Did we lie? Did we love? Did we forget? 2- Once love inferno, became water down love. Our warm bed, became cold. 3- I sang lullabies of forever once upon a… Continue reading
A glass of whiskey and a glass of water.
A glass of whiskey and a glass of water… She gave me whiskey kisses, and we danced the Texas two-step till the witches’ hours. She was a bad, bad woman and I wanted… Continue reading
With open eyes.
With open eyes.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Closed eyes can’t see nothing. With open eyes.. I love the girl who can see beyond the lies. I love the girl who can watch the… Continue reading
Knuckle red, knuckle bleeding.
Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding. His knuckles red, his knuckles bleeding. My father fought and fought, wars that could not be won. He told me in his drunkenness state. What have I done? He… Continue reading