Daily Archive: March 18, 2026

Kind people, good song and laughter.

Kind people, good song and laughter. I found Joe Ann at a strip club. Only place near Fort Hood that played my Detroit sports. She would sit with me and hold my hands.… Continue reading →

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Captive hearts.

Captive heart. Divine woman love the Fall days. The cooler days make her wander into deep forest and search for quiet meadows and beautiful places. She love the feel of the freedom in… Continue reading →

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My father never cried or healed.

My father drank his rum and coke every night. As a child, I accepted his want to find peace in the rum. I would sit with him, and I saw in his eyes.… Continue reading →

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I hate you; I love you. And amazing dance video by Sara and Reda.

I hate you; I love you. I try to escape you; I try to flee your memory. I repeat secret words in hidden places in my mind. I hate you; I love you.… Continue reading →

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Bad love. And music by lovely Lindsey Stirling.

Bad love. I felt the darkness of the night overtaking the lights of the day. Stealing away the gentleness that is left in me. The once sweet memories had turn to a cancer.… Continue reading →

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Ride. I am ready for a long road trip.

(I am tire of being locked-in. I need the lakes, the parks and the forest.)  Ride. Locked doors, fixed schedules and somber life. Once wild beast can die and forget. Life is open… Continue reading →

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Waiting for a miracle.

Waiting for a miracle. I remember you, I remember us. You were my wild and untamed lady, and I was running to you, and I was running away from you in the same… Continue reading →

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The silent sea.

The silent sea. We can be humble by true beauty.Life can weave us to places and situations.Blushing beauty can besiege our heart. Heaven and hell is at our finger tips. Sweet girl wearing… Continue reading →

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The city of lights or anywhere.

The city of lights or anywhere. (I am tire of being locked-in. I need a vacation to anywhere.) We sat drinking the American whiskey in a Paris tavern where Dear Hemingway drank his… Continue reading →

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