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
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
If you go away Once we loved the rain, the trains and the lazy days. We owned little and needed just enough. On Friday night we would go to the Stuttgart train station… Continue reading
Originally posted on Ink smudges in the rain.:
Two Poems, One Theme, One Angry Goddess No one loves and quarrels, desires and deceives as boldly and brilliantly as Greek gods and goddesses. They…
Je t’aime- I love you You told me in Paris once. “Je t’aime my Johnnie.” Your words like sweet wine overtook my mind and heart. Today I remembered you. Dark brown eyes… Continue reading
Once upon a time I found you at the mall walking and I kept an distance from you. I was just looking at a sweet dream lost. I wondered did you remember… Continue reading
If I had magic Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone once. Looking for a ancient and holy place. The desert mountain hard and her natural beauty. Perfect place to hide the… Continue reading
Originally posted on TheFeatheredSleep:
I think of you My heart clenches In the carousel of seconds it takes to form a moment, yet I managed to witness a lifetime How did you come…
For Heather Heyer The world is crying Heather Heyer stood with college kids and the people in Charlotteville. One world and one people. They didn’t accept the disease of hate.… Continue reading
Beautiful American (For Rachel Corrie. A human shield protecting woman and children. Please listen to her video. She was a spark of life. Blow-out by hate the flame of hope and love. Please… Continue reading
Susana Chávez I remember you. Dear Poet. Brave and kind woman, you tried to save the forgotten women on the Mexican border. Dear Susana. Your words are left and we, who were… Continue reading