Category Archive: Poetry and story

Wanderlust

  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

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The crazy one’s

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

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‘A Spring flower’

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

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‘The sea and the chess game

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

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Midnight invitation’

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

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‘We are born to die and we are born to live’

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

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‘Somethings shouldn’t beheld or touched’

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

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I dreamed of you

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

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‘No mercy dear Lizzie

No mercy dear Lizzie You found me alone by the St Clair lake and you wore a silky gray dress. I saw you from a distance and I watched you walked quickly toward… Continue reading

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Ride

Ride Locked doors, fixed schedules and somber life. Once wild beast can die and forget. Life is open doors, free days and vibrant life. My beautiful damsel. I hear your words. Life is… Continue reading

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