Tag Archive: John Castellenas

‘Lover, murderer and the damn memories’

Dear December The war couldn’t kill me and I returned home in 1992 and I called you. A sweet voice answered the phone and you whispered. Dear Johnnie. Please come home to me,… Continue reading

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‘Captive heart’

Captive heart   Divine woman love the Fall days. The cooler days make her wander into deep forest and search for quiet meadows and beautiful places. She love the feel of the freedom… Continue reading

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‘She crazy’

She’s crazy   I was like my father I believed. I liked the whiskey and the gin. And I loved the women too. I believe I was a rolling stone who wanted the… Continue reading

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‘Fever’

Fever   I told her.” Love don’t die sweetie. Love is like the German wines, become more sweeter and tastier with time.” Tonight you are wearing your red dress and dangerous smile. I… Continue reading

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Humble and kind

Humble and kind   The old man sat by the St. Clair shore lake and he watched his grandchildren run and play. He had lived a long life and he knew. He knows… Continue reading

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‘The man who couldn’t cry’

The Man Who Couldn’t Cry   The old soldier told me. You can win some and you can lose some, you will feel like a free God and you will know the walls… Continue reading

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Just love – A soldier story

Just love – A soldier story   This night I was in Washington State at Fort Lewis. I was in the NCO(Non-commission officer) school. 8 weeks of training to be a leader. It… Continue reading

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San Francisco, Monterey and Big Sur

San Francisco, Monterey and Big Sur The year 1992, I left the Iraq border for New Jersey. I spend three months at Fort Dix, N.J. in the Winter months. I was attached to… Continue reading

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Rose colored glasses

Rose colored glasses   My brown eyes beauty, my Scottish girl dream, we made promises on floors of glass. You were everything sweet and beautiful and you made me feel loved.   We… Continue reading

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‘The portrait of you’

The portrait of you Phantom dreams led me to you. You were my illusion of perfection. I was flattered when you condemn me to loving you forever by a gesture of hello and… Continue reading

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