Tag Archive: John Castellenas

My oh my…

My oh my Johnnie was drinking hard whiskey, was watching the sea dance and the sky turn more blacker and dangerous on the Monterey Wharf last tavern. A sweet voice whispered, big storm… Continue reading

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Cigarettes and sassy…

Cigarettes and sassy     You were the most beautiful, the most dangerous lady, I knew. You were my angry lady, sassy and always seeking new thrills. I loved your dark side and… Continue reading

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Yesterday..

 So pretty Please walk with me, please talk with me. Allow our hearts to become one. I want my hand holding your hand and I want you to hear you sing, sweet love… Continue reading

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Yesterday…

 Yesterday I am in the Fall of a life. Death whispered in my ear. Old heart and my tire soul seem to need and want less. Maybe I have given-in, given-up. Once I… Continue reading

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Some verbal poetry and some photos.

Dodge Park, Sterling Heights. Thank you for the park, the running water. Thank you for the places where children can laugh and pray. I hope everyone is doing well. Have some fun and… Continue reading

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same Old Lang Syne

Same Old Lang Syne   Old letter saved in a box. Once the sweetest words I knew from a kind woman. Now became heavy memories. I found her again in 1996 and we… Continue reading

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Please come home to me..

  Please come home to me I called you from Monterey. I told you the sea is so beautiful, the Pacific ocean sings to me, bring me hope. I drink coffee all day,… Continue reading

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I need a wild heart…

I need a wild heart —- Love made me live   Beautiful woman told me. We need to bathe in the quiet and sweetness of love. Love come when love wants. The movement… Continue reading

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Love had no pride..

  Love had no pride Pretty wishes, pretty memories, become kind and sweet places we have known. I remember my greatest wish, ginger hair girl with the eyes of hazel, she was once,… Continue reading

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San Francisco, Monterey and Big Sur..

                                          San Francisco, Monterey and Big Sur The year 1992, I left the… Continue reading

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