My midnight dancer..
My midnight dancer.. A pretty Gypsy girl, I watched her circle-dance with the sea. Spring Equinox brought me to the live music, the Gypsy girl befriended me in early Spring, she told me,… Continue reading
I miss nothing and amazing “The Pretty Reckless” song.
I miss nothing.. In and out we played, digging deep into wanting flesh. We were cutting and bleeding for passion that need we could not fulfill or make content. You were my Joan… Continue reading
Are we running to or away?
Highway 80,never ending,the long ride to California,maybe escaping?what we leave behind,love begone,love cast out?Are we running to?Or away? ————————————————————————— She asked me,were you killed-off by love?I loved this woman,sultry dress, scent of Summer… Continue reading
Let’s remember us. And a classic song.
Let’s remember us..———————————————————————————————————-Love forgotten,love dead,who was wrong? Who was right?Once we had long nights,once we made the mornings last till late afternoon.Did I forget my dear love? Or you?Can graveyard love, be rebirth?… Continue reading
The lovely silence… And a beautiful Paloma Faith song.
The lovely silence.. The real poets and writers know. The silence is golden. Words become meaningless in the midnight hours. True lovers don’t need to speak. They allow their mouth, hands and body… Continue reading
Old fashion Morphine and beautiful Angelina Wismes song..
Old fashion Morphine Oh sweet Jenny stole my vision. Her short red dress allowed me to see her perfect long legs. Her skin color of peaches and tempting softness made me order a… Continue reading
I want to see you again.
I want to see you again… The powerful Pacific ocean hide the love stories of fearless lovers.I wandered the beaches of Monterey.I looked at faces. Chasing ghosts of old lovers and sweet kisses.Longing… Continue reading
Wildflowers dreams..
Wildflowers dream (For Brigitte) Young love, first love. Can expand too quickly. Leaving two people with no place to go. Love isn’t fair. Need the unities of two people living and dying for… Continue reading
The Coyote spirit..
A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last dream is freedom. When it is gone. What is left?” Coyote spirit.. (In Native American Myth. The Coyote was the joker. Laugh at life and held no fear.)… Continue reading
My Medicine..
My Medicine.. She danced a circle dance near the sea for the moon and the stars.Her hair flowed freely in the warm nightly breeze.I told the kind moon, thank you for sending me… Continue reading