You forgave me. Dear Sheena.
You forgave me. Dear Sheena. I remember us. We were something. I chased you till you couldn’t run no-more. I promised you the moon, I promised you a ancient love. Drinking aged wine… Continue reading
Tag Archive: John Castellenas
Miss you, need you dear Michele.
Miss you, need you… I am drinking alone dear beautiful Michele. Somehow, I forgot where Texas was and I am so damn lonely. I have called you at midnight, every night for a… Continue reading
The loveliest girl in Michigan.
Loveliest girl in Michigan. Old soldier drinking alone in Port Austin, Michigan and he knew. He had learn too late. Love is fleeing moments that cannot be caught. He know now. Love can… Continue reading
Love Posies.
Love Posies. His pretty love, dear Veronica told him. You promised me love posies, everyday of my life. You promised me morning posies and you promised to read love posies before we sleep.… Continue reading
She’s crazy.
She’s crazy. She dance alone on the Monterey pier and she doesn’t give a damn who is looking. She is the prettiest gal in Monterey, and she don’t like pretty words. She told… Continue reading
The dream surfer.
The dream surfer. In the prettiest dreams, in the most beautiful places and the sweetest days. The dream surfer can find and again know. Once upon a midnight dream, the yearning heart seek… Continue reading
If I had magic.
If I had magic. (A old poem. I wish we stop the madness. This is one earth and one people.) Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone. Looking for a ancient and holy… Continue reading
Dear Kellie.
Dear Kellie. I was intoxicated by you.My beautiful dark eyes muse, you made me beg for seconds of time, to be near you.You were a wild spirit tempting life, leaving my foolish hearts… Continue reading
Dear Florence.
I took the midnight train to Florence, the days of Spring were coming to a ending. I loved the Germany Spring and I needed dear Florence again. The city of Florence stole my… Continue reading
Mojo a-coming. Hanging with Jim Morrison.
Mojo a-coming… I left Ann Arbor in 1990. The dead man walking had nothing to lose. Joined a war to see, if he was alive or dead? The damn war taught me, Johnnie… Continue reading