Monthly Archive: May, 2018

A California a-dreaming

A California a-dreaming   Once on a full moon night in the Winter of 1992, I found my true love. I saw her dancing and moving for me and she bewitched my heart… Continue reading

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‘We are born to die and we are born to live

We are born to die and we are born to live   Dear father drank his one pint of rum with some coke nightly and he sat alone with his thoughts. I learn… Continue reading

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‘Please take my hand, please take my heart

Please take my hand, please take my heart.   Old man told the young soldier in the Fort Louis NCO club. You must die, to learn to live. You must lose everything to… Continue reading

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The dance of the flowers’

The dance of the flowers.   My dear and sweet love, please come walk with me. My love, please dance with me in the field of the wildflowers. Today the earth is alive… Continue reading

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Crushed

Originally posted on Moon Poet:
Let me be your city and get lost in me Look into my eyes and pull me in your sea I’ll drink in your waters, you’ll take in…

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The first time I saw your face’

The first time I saw your face   I found lonely road and Godless heart. I was seeking good death and I was a leftover life waiting for no-one and nothing. I was… Continue reading

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Hopeful heart

What you give with hopeful heart, you will get more in return.   If nature has made you for a giver, your hands are born open, and so is your heart; and though… Continue reading

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Free falling’

Free falling   Once we were the crazy ones. We believed in love and we believed in forever. We were sweet Summer red wine and discoverer of new and unknown places.   I… Continue reading

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The truth of this Skin

Originally posted on MY VALIANT SOUL:
This Skin is transparent, like a stitch to spew, to flatter the moments of despair. The bruises occur, with an open mouth an empty sheet of braided…

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‘Arousing illusion.

Arousing illusion   Old man told the kid sitting with him at the bar. The senses. Taste, smell, sight, touch and hearing. Make us live and die in them. Make us want things… Continue reading

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