‘Painted memories’
Painted memories My lovely Liz, my beautiful Elizabeth. I have so many canvases of us. You and I. Mirror reflections finding proper place. I have told the midnight hour. I need the honey… Continue reading
Painted memories My lovely Liz, my beautiful Elizabeth. I have so many canvases of us. You and I. Mirror reflections finding proper place. I have told the midnight hour. I need the honey… Continue reading
Holy as love —– Pretty woman dancing with me on the Belton, Texas dance hall floor on a Friday night. She told me. Honey, darling and my sweetheart. Love demands payment. Love is… Continue reading
Wanderlust — Damn those eyes Pretty face, demanding loving eyes. Soft voice making me feel weak and captured. Soft touch of hands making me fall into deep embrace. Those eyes make me… Continue reading
The crazy one’s Blessed places or cursed places? Are just places we shall know and the places that will teach us. Being blessed is someone caring for you and loving you for everything… Continue reading
A Spring flower Was a Spring flower. So tall and so beautiful. Was a Spring flower. That reached for the sky and the sky and the sun adored her. She would dance… Continue reading
The sea and the chess game Old Poet set-up the chess game and I opened the bottle of tequila. The old man had few friends. People see an old man with no-place… Continue reading
Midnight invitation The night was long and the song was very good. Downtown Austin was alive and well. 5,000 people gathered together to celebrate the New Year. I roamed alone seeking the good… Continue reading
We are born to die and we are born to live Dear father drank his one pint of rum with some coke nightly and he sat alone with his thoughts. I learn later.… Continue reading
Somethings shouldn’t beheld or touched You have taunted my dreams and made me wish for sordid and frenzy nights, captured in your embrace. I want to fall into the inferno of your warm… Continue reading
I dreamed of you I remember Paris. You were in your perfect place and free. Your mind running wild in the beauty of the old city of Paris. The kind, City of lights.… Continue reading