I need you, I need you
I need you, I need you Pretty lies, pretty faces and pretty songs. Wounded people accepting less, wanting more. Where do we go when the blackness of the night is sweet.… Continue reading
I need you, I need you Pretty lies, pretty faces and pretty songs. Wounded people accepting less, wanting more. Where do we go when the blackness of the night is sweet.… Continue reading
Recollections ————————————————————————————————————————- Kelly I was intoxicated by you, my beautiful dark eyes muse, you made me beg for seconds of time, to be near you. You were a wild spirit tempting life, leaving… Continue reading
The pureness of my reflection Once we had the moon, the sun and the free road. You were my footprints into wild waters and secret places upon mountain where the clouds danced with… Continue reading
Concrete angel It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. Yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me when… Continue reading
Dear Clinton, Michigan You told me often. Love wasn’t enough. The heart become too hidden with time and age. I called you beautiful Jenny and I told you. California coastline… Continue reading
Please sing to me, a kind and sweet lullaby. In the night when I’m overtook by the weight of life. You touched my face and brought my head into the safety of your… Continue reading
Lilac wine Pretty pictures are left now and now you are gone. I sit by the lilac trees and I’m smelling the lavender in the air. I’m remember you, you were… Continue reading
Just might She gave me a kind smile as we danced the Texas two-step. She whispered in my wanting hears. “Dear Johnnie. People are foolish. They long to stay and long to… Continue reading
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… Continue reading
Over and over again I’m trying to run from your memory and when you appear in my dreams. You whispered to me in a sweet dream. Over and over my dearest. We can… Continue reading