Was a Spring flower..
Was a Spring flower… So tall and so beautiful. Was a Spring flower.That reached for the sky andthe sky and the sun adored her. She would dance with the win andthe wind would… Continue reading
Was a Spring flower… So tall and so beautiful. Was a Spring flower.That reached for the sky andthe sky and the sun adored her. She would dance with the win andthe wind would… Continue reading
Drinking song… Once I met Bukowski in Southern California and he told me. Never truth a man, who never drinks. I learn with old age. He was right. Drunk men or women will… Continue reading
In the Valley of the Devils and the Angels… I have play the sinner.Danced in the sweat and passion ofliar’s emotions. Made so many promises.I couldn’t keep. I told bloody lies to undress beautiful… Continue reading
Love is blue.. 1- You are. As pretty as a perfect painting and I adore your sacred shores. The moon is above us, lighting the night and my feet are touching the Summer… Continue reading
You drove me into madness…. I remember the Summer days spend with you, my love.Hots day became hotter nights. You were a ravishing and tempting beauty.You loved the sea and you loved the… Continue reading
Let’s drink and pray for more… Wild child danced alone on Austin Dance floor.Barely old enough to be in the dark taverns of Downtown Austin.Her wild eyes searched for what she needed. I… Continue reading
We shall fall and we shall rise..———————————————————I listened to you,you are so damn pretty and you carry a heavy heart.I made you laugh and I told you.Naked heart and too much drink,weaved us… Continue reading
“You taste like sunshine just like you’ve been kissed by the morning light and I was the darkness dancing with the stars carelessly, breathlessly and our lips meet softly. color creeping in the… Continue reading
I tried to memorize her face.. She was my midnight dancer and she loved the sea.She didn’t like loud people and she sought the quiet of the Monterey Bay.She adored band night in… Continue reading
Loves on the rocks.. Tonight me and Neil Diamond are hanging out together. I am writing my whiskey poetry tonight. Lately I needed the whiskey. Old wars, 500 Army shots and my sleeping… Continue reading