God’s gonna cut you down- Johnny Cash
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? I told the… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: December, 2020
The gales of Winter… And Beth Hart
The gales of Winter Lake or sea, the mighty water never sleep. When the sea is quiet, the lake is resting. Danger is near. I believe, all of us, are like the long… Continue reading
Sugar and spice…
Sugar and spice… You lifted your eyes for me. Your eyes dancing with joy and filled with wilderness. I whispered to you. Dear love. Do you want to hear a lullaby? You gave… Continue reading
Broken angel
Broken angel… Beautiful angel, the war is over for us. We did the good fight and you and I. Need to rest. Find some light in the darkness. Our blood soaked hands, our… Continue reading
The Shortest Day.
Originally posted on Purplerays:
So the shortest day came, and the year died,And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white worldCame people singing, dancing,To drive the dark away.They lighted candles in the winter…
Fancy Restaurant|رستوران مجلل
Originally posted on A Voice from Iran:
“57th story” First Published: Sep.20.2018 A rich man walked into a fancy restaurant and asked for the best table. When he sat down, he saw a…
What is beautiful, what is not.
What is beautiful, what is not…. What is beautiful and what is not. Your body, like a flowing river to open sea. This is beauty to me. I observe your skin, the pathway… Continue reading
Wrongful wishing
Wishing shouldn’t be backwardsBut you’re wishingTo be back whereYou were.Why? my dearThat’s wrongful wishingDon’t you knowYou are rightWhere you’re meant to be? Moving forwardis the best wayFor you.Staying stillIn a world that’sMoving doesn’t…
Longing, belonging and our secret place…
Longing, belonging and our secrets Lover, lover, lover. Once we loved the long nights, once the wine tasted sweeter.Now our longing, belonging and our secrets, are bloody finger prints on a over-painted wall.… Continue reading
Please show me your real face
Please show me your real face… (Thank you dear Mamen An. For giving me reasons to write.) I became the Austin City dark poet in 1993. I would advice the young writers and… Continue reading