Never enough whiskey she told me   Pretty girl drank alone, once we great lovers and now we have become strangers seeking nothing. I told her, damn tavern is place to die, dear… Continue reading →

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Love story   You were going to be a dancer, a poet, going to save our world. I was content to be in the reflection of your eyes. I told you often dear… Continue reading →

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“ The budstands for all things,even for those things that don’tflower,For everything flowers,From within,Of self-blessing;Though sometimes it is necessaryTo reteach a thing its loveliness,To put a hand on its…

Grandfather’s rose bushes   My grandfather loved his roses. He would care for them and ensure they survived the Winter. He was a story-teller and he loved his story of the roses.  … Continue reading →

You are my Spring time   Cold days and colder nights, heavy clothing burden, I shall forget. You stand in the April sun, showing me, tender shoulders blessed by the sun and your… Continue reading →

Somethings shouldn’t beheld 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… Continue reading →

I saw a face   I saw a face in the distance, a beautiful tempting face. The face brought back a sweet memory, was once a sweet memory.   She walked toward me… Continue reading →