Daily Archive: September 2, 2025

One, two,three, four. Do we begin again?

One, two, three, four. Do we begin again? 1- Did I find you? Or did you entrapped me?Am I the captive or the guard?One, two, three, four. Did we dance?Prey or predator, we… Continue reading

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I tried to remember.

I tried to remember. I tried to remember the curves of your body.  Us blindfolded  by wild need and want on the cold days of Winter. I want to remember my hands touching… Continue reading

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Bad to the bone.

Bad to the bone. (Written in 1989) I’m going crazy. I don’t know which way is out or in.I have fell into too deep. I can’t see the light.Darkness took my heart and… Continue reading

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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 me a… Continue reading

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Purgatory Inn and no place to go.

Purgatory Inn and no place to go… I have the long Island ice tea fresh and cold.Bartender keep them coming.They love the big tippers.Purgatory Inn is open early and closes late.Safe place for… Continue reading

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A wing and a prayer.

A wing and a prayer.. He told the Lake St. Clair. We become, who suppose become. Hell-bound life can lead us to place of peace. He told the lady of the lake. Kind… Continue reading

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The lovely silence.

The lovely silence.. The real poets and writers know. The silence is golden. Words become meaningless in the midnight hours.  True lovers don’t need to speak. They allow their mouth, hands and body… Continue reading

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A Jazzy Tuesday. Just a Black Velvet lullaby.

Just a Black Velvet lullaby… I wrote to a old journal in a Austin, Texas tavern in 1993. The poet don’t cry, he just write some more. Hemingway told us, we, who love… Continue reading

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A whiskey and a glass of water.

A whiskey and a glass of water… She gave me whiskey kisses and we danced the Texas two-step till the witches hours. She was a bad, bad woman and I wanted more and… Continue reading

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I still miss you.

Dear Bridgette. I still miss you… 1- Dear Bridgette, you saved me once on a September day.Your soft voice and gentle heart calmed the rage of a man, drowning in rage.You held my… Continue reading

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