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Michigan Summer poetry..

Once a pretty Iron Mountain girl, we tasted love kiss, did slow dances for the moon and we reached for the midnight stars. She was a lovely wish, never forgotten. ————————————————— I told… Continue reading →

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I want to know you..

I want to know you… Silence whispers and the old photos, they give me remnants of who you are. Do you know me?  I believe woman are more layered than men. Rarely does… Continue reading →

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Wander or slowly die..

Wander or slowly die.. She was so beautiful.She moved like a wild and free animal.I knew she was untamed and lusted for the free highway.I didn’t try to capture her. Just made her… Continue reading →

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When the sun kisses the moon..

“you taste like sunshine just like you’ve been kissed by the morning light and I was the darkness dancing with the stars carelessly, breathlessly and our lips meet softly. color creeping in the… Continue reading →

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Nothing left to lose..

Never left to lose.. I lay in the silence of deadening silence. All dreams dead and buried when you left me alone. You were my savior and my killer. I remember the first… Continue reading →

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Deeper and deeper we shall fall..

 Deeper and deeper we shall fall.. She looked at me with eyes of hope and she questioned me. “If you want me. You must tell me so. I want to hear the sweet… Continue reading →

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The cold night whispered..

The cold night whispered.. The April rain hid my tears and I walked alone. Once  great love turn indifferent and our love true turn to fathom dreams. We spoke careless words, maybe true,… Continue reading →

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Riders on the storm. We are.

I am the riders on the storm… “Bad dream again, confusion blasting my thoughts and I am fighting in the chaos of my dreams. I ask the night. Why is my world falling… Continue reading →

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Mother and child..

Mother and child.. (Written in a coffee shop in 1991 in Monterey.) I touched her tummy, I listened to the heartbeat with my ear to her stomach. I loved the joy in her… Continue reading →

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My wildest dreams..

My wildest dreams (Written in March 1980) Time had passed, old wounds are healed. The sorrow, the wounds doesn’t bleed no-more. Now the time, to be brave, to learn to live again. Find… Continue reading →

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