I love you more..
I love you more… Once I was alone, now with you near, the sky is more bluer, the moon is more brighter, I know how to smile again, I know how to laugh… Continue reading
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Do we regret, things left undone..
Do you regret, things left undone? My mama song was easy. She wanted her cigarettes, her cold beer and she loved her dogs. She didn’t want so much and I asked the night.… Continue reading
Thank you for the dance. Thank you for your kindness.
Once, twice and again. Love me one time, love me two times, lock the doors and let’s fall into love. ——————————————————- We danced the Texas two-step at the dance hall and I told… Continue reading
Wild horses..
Wild horses…. We laid bare on the patio, allowing the moonlight to caress our skin. She wanted to make love at the midnight hours on the closed-in patio, as the rain gentle fell.… Continue reading
Dear Belinda..
Dear Belinda.. ( A old poem. Written in August of 1990) I learned life wasn’t fair, you can’t get what you want and love isn’t enough sometimes. I remember a beauty, prettiest girl… Continue reading
The illusion..
Words for you my love.. The Illusion.. Some photos are poetry. Beautiful photos and beautiful artwork. They are poetry for… Continue reading
Wisdom of the Medicine wheel..
Wisdom of the Medicine wheel.. I have been lucky. Many kind Native Americans took me under their wing and taught me how to find peace. At the Mall I went to the so-call… Continue reading
A voyage..
A voyage.. One, wild man was restless, fearless, a hurricane. He loved rhyme, verse and epic poetry about love, war and nature. He would drink, sing, dance into the midnight hours. He wanted… Continue reading
No chance..
No chance.. My beautiful dear lady is waiting for me, a touch of the sun upon her face. I stand at a distance and I appreciate her gentle eyes, the softness of her… Continue reading
Maybe Bukowski?
Maybe Bukowski? The silence poet read his words on the first Tuesday night of each month. Otherwise his voice is quiet, he prefer the Salinger way over Hemingway loudness. He wants to be… Continue reading