Broken promises and lost places.
Broken promises and lost places. I remembered we had dreams of being barefoot in wildflowers fields and love was to be forever. I could sit and gaze at you for hours. Watch you… Continue reading
Tag Archive: poetry
A stranger tale and an amazing Leonard Cohen song.
The stranger song. Houses built on sand will sink. Love built on false hope will not endure. Desperate love, passionate love is just released for the sake of the body and not the… Continue reading
Dear Michigan.
Dear Michigan. Promises made and promises broken, left me where I started. I left you in Michigan trying to find the place where I could feel alive. I found wars, new cities and… Continue reading
Waiting for a memory. We get what we deserve.
Waiting for a memory. You came to me in a yesterday memory and you told me Johnnie. Can’t wait no-more. You have too much to love and to embrace. I’m just a heavy… Continue reading
We need to be kind to each other. Finding Morningstar.
We need to be kind to each other. Sober men can’t write the truth; godless men can’t see heaven. Liquor voice, does not seek salvation, only seek to repent to the whiskey bottle.… Continue reading
The circle dance. One earth and one people.
The circle dance. I have danced often the circle dance at Native Americans Pow Wows. The circle dance had many meanings. “The leader called to the people; the Ojibwa children begin the circle… Continue reading
The echoes of yesterday. Dear Jenny.
The echoes of yesterdays. Drinking alone in a Monterey tavern in April,1992. I was trying to hide from a memory, and I saw the saddest face man looking back at me in the… Continue reading
Waiting for a miracle.
1- Cheryl.. Few speak your name now. When the whiskey is good and I seek pretty faces in my lonely nights. I remember you. You were a wild eyes woman who wanted to… Continue reading
My Texas rose.
My Texas rose. The sweetest gal in Texas told me. Please give me your address and I will write you when you are gone. I told her, she was a treasure, a blessing… Continue reading
The lovely silence and a beautiful Paloma Faith song.
The lovely silence. The real poets and writers know. The silence is golden. Words become meaningless in the midnight hours. True lovers don’t need to speak. They allow their mouth, hands and body… Continue reading