Gypsy soul…
Gypsy soul… Once, I walked in the clouds, The highest Honduras mountains, I stood upon. I was a free man. Once, I danced with the Pacific, the Winter storms taught me. We… Continue reading
Gypsy soul… Once, I walked in the clouds, The highest Honduras mountains, I stood upon. I was a free man. Once, I danced with the Pacific, the Winter storms taught me. We… Continue reading
Lady of the lake ——————————————————————————————- We loved the weeping willows trees by the lake, we loved the month of July and August. Once I wanted death and my lady of the lake, whispered… Continue reading
My Ojibwa peace prayer… “I burned white sage by Lake St. Clair, I asked the lake, the sky, the earth and the green. Please heal my world, please send the caress of peace… Continue reading
The circle dance…. I have danced often the circle dance at Native Americans Pow Wows. The circle dance had many meanings. “The leader called to the people, the Ojibwa children begin the circle… Continue reading
Ravishing beauty dancing alone… We will masquerade as many people. We will be hopeful and filled with dreams when youth is our advantage. We will strip to bare essentials and dance fearless and… Continue reading
Drinking alone… Once in Bosnia, A beautiful Gypsy lady told me. Love isn’t your strength. You are cold hearted bastard and you will die alone if you don’t learn. You don’t walk alone.… Continue reading
Fuck you… Bad ass and beautiful girl told her Bloody Mary. Fuck you all and I ordered three fingers of the Johnnie Walker. She looked at me. She asked me. What are doing… Continue reading