The brown eyed girl.
The brown eyed girl… I love the days of April, I love the comfort of the Spring sun upon my face. I adore the kind places when I can rejoice to the Lake… Continue reading
Category Archive: poetry
The days of freedom..
The days of freedom… Yesterday was the first warm days of Spring. I opened the doors and I opened the window. I allowed the air of Spring to re-fresh the house. I took… Continue reading
Nothing could stop me…
Nothing could stop me… I traveled 2500 miles to see your face and nothing could stop me. When I arrive at your home. I will kiss your hair, I will kiss your neck… Continue reading
Nothing will last forever…
Nothing will last forever… She sat alone. Her lingering tears falling down her beautiful face. I have told her often. Nothing last forever. Even the strongest love weaken to just memories of things… Continue reading
Dear Jenny..
Dear Jenny.. Dear Jenny. I have lived and died for love. I have learn to accept less and I became the street poet. I found her waiting for me in Santa Cruz. She… Continue reading
We will accept less and forget who we were..
We will accept less and forget who we were.. Mother Winter is here. I have driven 2500 miles to come home to Detroit. I came home for many reasons. I needed the kindness… Continue reading
You can’t run from yourself..
You can’t run from yourself I thought I had chameleon skin. My face could change with the weather, the continent. Once a blushing beauty told me. You are so handsome. Please show me… Continue reading
Sweet Peggy, please don’t cry..
Sweet Peggy, please don’t cry… I found you again in 1992. My war had ended for awhile and you were fighting a lifetime war. You had gin, vodka and whiskey on your kitchen… Continue reading
Dearest Eleanor and a amazing Leonard Cohen song.
Dearest Eleanor… We were Summer lovers and we tried to capture the sun. The sun sun-kissed our skin and we loved the sea. We loved hot coffee and old books. We never said… Continue reading
I had a immortal love once..
I had a immortal love once… I told the whiskey glass. The worst sin done, is something we wanted to do and we didn’t do. Most of us learn too late. Words can… Continue reading