Originally posted on Steps To Confidence:
Le monde n’est pas gentilPetite filleFait attention ou tu mets les piedsDes gens s’habilleront de rosesPour mieux te tromper,Petite filleN’est pas or tout ce qui brilleFaut bien…

Pretty face, don’t mean pretty heart….. She was so damn pretty and she moved through life like a panther in the free forest on the hunt.Her eyes were black as coal and her… Continue reading →

If was 30 year younger, more handsome, more rich. I would want a girl who can sing like Sophia. Amazing young singer who should be famous. I love this young woman.

Originally posted on – MIKE STEEDEN –:
Prior to her exploitation, she had deduced she needed hard currency and friends.That to be immersed within this human race, such things paid worthy dividendsyet time…

Stitches… I remember her last words. The million hellos were erased by a midnight good bye. Once we entwined our lives and now in my secret place. A million fingerprints, leftover reminders. I… Continue reading →

My Hemingway wish…. After World War one. Many great writers gathered in the city of light, dear Paris. She was a place where artist, poets and writers painted their wonders, wrote their words.… Continue reading →

Amazing poetry shared by a talented writer.

The black night and the shadow dance A long time ago in the late night hours of Tubingen, Germany. You and I were wild and free. The yearly Summer festival was alive and… Continue reading →

  No mercy dear Elizabeth She found me alone by the St Clair lake and she wore a silky red dress. I saw her from a distance and I watched her walk quickly… Continue reading →