A Summertime love.
A Summertime love. Dear Veronica, she knew I adored her. She sat near me and her bare feet caressed the softness of the grass. She asked me. Would you love me when my… Continue reading
The fray. California a-dreaming.
A woman, too pretty to be near me. She took my hands and she told me. Johnnie, Johnnie. You must find the Fray. Your organized life is killing you and your dead dreams… Continue reading
The phone booth near the lake.
The phone booth near the lake. I called you at midnight and I told you. I miss your voice and the nights seem colder without you. Please come to me. The Germany Winter… Continue reading
Been awhile my friend.
Been awhile my friend. I visit my good friend, the ground was cold and I brought his favorite beer. I take one Budweiser and I leave the five remainders on his grave. I… Continue reading
Was a Spring flower.
Was a Spring flower. Was a Spring flower,so tall and so beautiful. Was a Spring flower,that reached for the sky.The sky and the sun adored her. She would dance with the wind andthe… Continue reading
You are the love of my life.
You are the love of my life. Please lady blue, hold my hand, please give me warm and gentle kisses with the midnight night moon above us. Let’s walk together near the sea,… Continue reading
Stripped to the bone. And a beautiful Taylor Momsen song.
Stripped to the bone. I told her, I love the darkest things. I want a love so dark, my world turn purple/black. I don’t want sweet words; I want demanding words. I want… Continue reading
The loveliest woman in town.
The loveliest girl in Monterey. The loveliest gal in Monterey, she hated love and disliked men who begged for attention. I was the midnight poet, and I would go to her shop in… Continue reading
I tried to memorize her face.
I tried to memorize her face. She was my midnight dancer and she loved the sea. She didn’t like loud people, and she sought the quiet of the Monterey Bay. She adored band… Continue reading
Silence and listen. Remembering dear Mindy McCready.
Silence and listen. Old man sitting alone and he is talking to the wind. Sending apologies to old memories.Once a proud man filled with self-praise and goals. Today the goals mean nothing.Pride just… Continue reading