Somethings shouldn’t behold or touched.
Somethings shouldn’t behold 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
Category Archive: poetry
We didn’t know, I didn’t know.
We didn’t know, I didn’t know. 1- I called Sheena in Scotland in the Winter of 1980 and I told her.Beautiful Sheena, I miss you so and I am so sorry.She whispered dear… Continue reading
Should have loved you more.
Should have loved you more. He left love doorway 2,500 miles away. The hardest and coldest man, he loved the whiskey, and he loved the taverns. He loved the darkest days, and he… Continue reading
Turn, turn, turn.
Turn, turn, turn. The old poet sang a lullaby.“Once sensual woman whispered to me once.Come live with me and be my lover,I will be your salvation, and you will be my rock to… Continue reading
You are my music.
You are my music. We found love in the lost and found. You are the most beautiful gal in the world. I remember your smile; I remember your laughter. I painted your skin… Continue reading
I will waltz and sing with the angels again.
I wrote some names down to paper, each name were kind mentors to me. In quiet prayers, I pray to sit with them again, talk till we can’t no-more. I know in heaven,… Continue reading
I will take care of you.
I’ll take care of you. Longing, belonging and believing. Love was life, life was love. I learn, bleeding, screaming and the damn whiskey can’t kill the memory. Once, with a single kiss. We… Continue reading
The gales of Winter.
The gales of Winter. Lake or sea, the mighty water never sleeps. When the sea is quiet, the lake is resting. Danger is near. I believe, all of us, are like the long… Continue reading
Did we give enough? Did we bleed?
Did we give enough? Did we bleed? The loco Monterey Poet shouted to the sea. Did I give enough? Did we bleed? The prettiest girl in Monterey, she laughed at his words. She… Continue reading
Idyllic.
Idyllic. We shall know never-more, we shall know ever-more and we one day. We shall know nothing more. Once wise writer told us. Death is when we become forgotten. Once brave man danced… Continue reading