Tag Archive: John Castellenas

Make me believe

Pretty words Dangerous beautiful lady in her tight black dress and wearing chain of amethyst crystal upon her neck. Was my crystal once and she wanted it more than I did. She told… Continue reading

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“Passing through

Passing through A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer. We can never win. Jack London once wrote. “The gods always win. Men believe they can… Continue reading

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I was condemned after I saw your face

I was condemned after I saw your face   I was looking for the wide open road and some kind of freedom, and a pretty lady  sat alone, on a barren road on… Continue reading

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‘Hold on tightly baby’

Hold on tightly baby You were the bloody storm my lover, you were my strawberry red-haired lady beauty on the Fifth street in Austin, Texas. For twenty dollars and a wrist band. You… Continue reading

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‘Where the wild roses grow’

Where the wild roses grow   – I have known   I have danced with the sea, I have stood on the great mountains surrounded by the free clouds, I have found the… Continue reading

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‘God’s going cut you down

I told the kids. Hate is heavy sin and make us feel no good. Leave us dead in the heart and the mind. When you are dead. What is left? God’s going to… Continue reading

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‘Shipwreck memories’

Shipwreck memories   The irony of a long life. We will know joy and sadness. We will have good days and bad days. We will want to live forever and we shall want… Continue reading

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Hotel California

Hotel California I was station in California in 1992. After the war ending, I was blessed, an old dream came true. I was living on the California coastline. I had no debt and… Continue reading

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My Joan of Arc

My Joan of Arc She painted her make-up upon perfect skin. She turned to me and she told me . “I need my war face tonight. I rarely show my real face to… Continue reading

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He remembered love

“Hereditary Feelings”, 2016, Yuriy Ku Drop He remembered love Old man sat by the Lake St. Clair. He saw an auburn beauty walking the biking path, her eyes of sea-water blue and her… Continue reading

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