Wicked, we must be. Wicked, we must know..
Wicked, we must be. Wicked, we must know. “Because to influence a person is to give him one’s own soul. He does not think his natural thoughts or burn with his natural passions. His… Continue reading
Wicked, we must be. Wicked, we must know. “Because to influence a person is to give him one’s own soul. He does not think his natural thoughts or burn with his natural passions. His… Continue reading
The empty jars.. I watched her in the kitchen organizing the empty mason jars and empty bottles. She told me on a cold Winter morning, I store my dreams in the old mason… Continue reading
Once we had the Elvis songs… Hello girl, it Johnnie in Michigan and I am sorry to call you at at Midnight hours. The drink is wearing me down and I am listening… Continue reading
Spring fever… 1- Prettiest gal in Michigan on a April sunny day told me. Please adore me, please let’s gather our dreams and hopes together. Let’s dance for the days of April and… Continue reading
Legacy, some little poetry.. 1- The Monterey tavern poet sat alone and beautiful Eleanor sat with him. Her eyes seeking his face, her eyes seeking his voice. He asked her, dear Eleanor. What… Continue reading
The quiet of the day.. He went to her home and he looked forward to hear her speak. She loved the posies and she loved the songs of today. And she loved the… Continue reading
Became ugly with time.. I watch the rain outside the Jazz club window. I am singing with the Jazz man. “The sky is crying.” I have become ugly. Time slowly took my smile,… Continue reading