Passing through.
Passing through. A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer. We can never win. Jack London once wrote. “The gods always win. Men believe they can… Continue reading
Passing through. A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer. We can never win. Jack London once wrote. “The gods always win. Men believe they can… Continue reading
Miss nothing, miss everything. We painted our world fiery red once. We try to cheat love, and we collided like freight trains unstoppable. We painted our world white once. Allowed secret pain and… Continue reading
1- Savior.Sweet blue eyes girl told me.You ask for so little.We have so much to give and we open up the desire love so rarely.Love can be a sweet treasure.You can be someone… Continue reading
Three fingers of the Black Velvet whiskey. 1- Once, with a Germany night sky above me.Pretty Bridgette found me.She held me like a child and she told me.Play stay with me till you… Continue reading
Ancient floors. In the mirrors of time.Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better.The broken roads leave me spiraling in the memories of… Continue reading