Monthly Archive: September, 2025

Lovely Liz.

Lovely Liz. With pen and paper, I write, spilled blood upon notions of things wanted and so damn far away.  We secretly abated love and you became my wish to behold. I wanted… Continue reading

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I was condemned.

I was condemned after I saw your face I was looking for the wide open road and some kind of freedom, anda pretty lady  sat alone, on a barren road on the back… Continue reading

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Turn, turn, turn. And a beautiful Judy Collins song.

Turn, turn, turn. The old poet sang a lullaby.Sensual woman whispered to me once.Come live with me and be my lover.I will be your salvation and you will be my rock to keep… Continue reading

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The raging water.

The raging water…. I see your bare skin laying alone and I’m  writing though-out the night just words into the stream of the internet, forgetting the once powerful need for your body near.… Continue reading

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Would you? Could you? And a beautiful Whoa Dakota song. Please listen to her.

Would you? Could you? 1- I am sorry I caused you pain. I wouldn’t want to break your heart, I am a forgotten man, and you are a beautiful flower. Love me not,… Continue reading

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So beautiful.

So Beautiful(Written 6 April 1980) As beautiful  as a early morning sunrise. As bright as a full moon that light up a cloudless night. As soft as a gentle summer breeze that caress… Continue reading

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The good path.

The good path. Where do I go from here? I have made a thousand right and wrong decisions. I have learn. A weightless life of burden and responsibilities is a worthless one. My… Continue reading

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The last stand.

Dear Clinton, Michigan 1- You told me often.Love wasn’t enough.The heart becomes too hidden with time and age. 2- I called you beautiful Jenny and I told her.California coastline is so beautiful.The Monterey… Continue reading

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The rising sun.

The rising sun I sat in the New Orleans in 1996 in a old rustic tavern on main street. I liked New Orleans, hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I… Continue reading

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My Earth, our earth. A prayer.

My earth, our earth–A prayer Dear Goddess of the morning sun. Thank you for the splendor of the new day.Thank you for the gifts of open and free valleys, the towering mountain ranges.… Continue reading

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