Tag Archive: John Castellenas

A quiet dream.

(I was dream writing again. I wrote some poetry prompts.) 1- You came to me in a kind dream. Your smile in full bloom and your eyes. As beautiful as a Sunday morning… Continue reading

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The illusion. My Ojibwa prayer.

THE ILLUSION. I told the pretty poet. I have too much now. I would give away if I could. Sell the car, sell the house and keep a few books and my laptop.… Continue reading

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What is the value of one life. Dylan song. Same meaning today as in the past.

The value of one life 1- Men in offices, in Washington D.C. Screaming out, kill, fight and murder those son of bitches. They are the enemy? ————————————————————- 2- Maybe the enemy are with-in… Continue reading

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Mirrored soul.

Mirrored soul. The half-drunk poet told the beloved night. I saw the veil of heaven, and I have tasted death breathe. I am the son of the forest, the water and the sky.… Continue reading

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My North Dakota hurricane. And a beautiful Hope Winter song.

My North Dakota hurricane. Beneath the midnight Monterey moon, we danced, we drank and we adored the Winter storms of the Pacific. We served as soldiers in the daytime and in the night.… Continue reading

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So, it is. The sin of time.

So, it is. 1- I didn’t know it was the last night I would see your face. I didn’t know it would be the time I would hear your voice and I didn’t… Continue reading

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The madness, we knew.

The madness, we knew. You loved the whiskey, you love the sin and you loved the long ride. You wanted the sea , you wanted the ancient writers and you loved the quiet… Continue reading

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I drink the whiskey, I write and I remember.

I drink the whiskey, I write and I remember. I chased her, she chased me. We didn’t know we were just babies reaching for a miracle. I drink the whiskey now; I write… Continue reading

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The maiden of summer.

The maiden of Summer. Was a beautiful late June day and I walking in the early morning in the lake St. Clair. My bare feet enjoyed the coldness of the morning lake. The… Continue reading

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Don’t allow the world to make you beg.

Don’t allow the world to make you beg. Can we be imprisoning by lies? Can we be locked away and forgotten? Don’t allow the liars into your mind, don’t allow the naysayers to… Continue reading

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