Naked we can be.
Naked. we can be. Naked we can be in the midnight hours,naked are we andmaybe we wear a veil over our face,a mask?When do we show our real face?When do we bare our… Continue reading
Tag Archive: John Castellenas
The memory of you, coffee and yesterday.
The memory of you, coffee and yesterday. The smell of coffee, ancient coffee shops and you. Blessed memories upon on old heart and mind. Once, you were my only fan. I wrote a… Continue reading
You were my Agnes in the messy world.
Once we held love over all things. I remember us. We disregarded the ending for the days and nights of love. I was your Hemingway and you were my Agnes. I remember you.… Continue reading
I want to dance with you tonight.
(Easy life and quiet death-Sir Walter Scott) (We poets in our youth begin with gladness; but there off in the end despondency and madness- Wordsworth) I want to dance with you tonight. Sober… Continue reading
Be a fisherman. Some photos.
Be a fisherman. I was taught by my father. A good day, is a family day fishing. Now I teach my grandchildren how to enjoy the Clinton River and how to catch fish.… Continue reading
My father’s song. And lovely Sarah McLachlan song.
My father’s song.Greatest man I ever known. He told me often. “Life isn’t easy and we must be stronger than what life give us. Better to be piss and vinegar than lay down… Continue reading
I am going to build me a heaven of my own. One of the great songs.
I’m going to build me a heaven of my own.. It was a majesty night, and the music was so damn good. I have money for the Scottish whiskey and the night was… Continue reading
Tempting fate. And a lovely Sofia Karlberg song.
Tempting fate. I am walking in the rain, the cold March rain upon my rain. I am walking away from place of love turn black.I left a lady crying and alone.Our sweet words turned… Continue reading
Delicate wings.
Delicate wings. Beautiful Lizzy, please allow me in. I asked her near our sea.Her word and beauty memorized me.Woman who strips down their true colors and shows you what ishidden beneath her clothing… Continue reading
The poet, the dancer and the artist.
The poet, the dancer and the artist. It was last warm days of Summer, the late August warm days were appreciated. Two men and one woman are drinking their coffee near the Port… Continue reading