Adrift in memories.
1- The night rain Velvet and silk dreams turned stormy and dark.I held you close and I whispered.A little bit longer dear love,I want to listen to your heart and hear you speak,I… Continue reading
Tag Archive: John Castellenas
Just might.
Just might. She gave me a kind smile as we danced the Texas two-step. She whispered in my wanting hears. “Dear Johnnie. People are foolish. They long to stay and long to escape… Continue reading
I need a wild heart.
I need a wild heart 1- 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 of love is… Continue reading
Did I ever love you?
Did I ever love you? Dying.Lying.Needing.Bleeding. Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop. “Love is just myth and tale,love is… Continue reading
The coyote and the raven dance.
The Coyote and Raven dance… The coyote was dancing for the half-moon, he moved and weaved into the deep forest and he knew. His beautiful friend was watching him celebrate the night. The… Continue reading
The echoes of yesterday.
The echoes of yesterday… I wonder do we listen to the echoes? The echoes of yesterday, I can hear them whispering to me. Be kind. The echoes of tomorrow telling me. Walk softly… Continue reading
Please follow me and I will follow you.
Please follow me and I will follow you… 1- She was my favorite girl in Monterey. She could paint her world and she wrote like Mark Twain. She was stubborn gal from Ohio… Continue reading
I tried..
J.D Salinger… My mentor dear J. D Salinger. I pray you found peace. Life taught you to seek loneliness. You saw the bloody war, opened up the death camps for the world to… Continue reading
The fingerprints.
The fingerprints…I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall, 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