Time after time…
Time after time ——————————————————————————— The folly of time, we believe, some things shall last forever. We learn, time can be a thief, moved so damn fast. We learn too late, every words spoken,… Continue reading
Wild Maria, dancing Maria. My Winter storm..
Wild Maria, dancing Maria. My Winter storm…. The crimson night, the thunder storms of life had brought me to you. I watched you from a distance and I dreamed of moonlight nights, feeling… Continue reading
The loveliest girl in Monterey and a outstanding Bukowski poem.
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
Be brave…
Time, the most value item we control. Please ensure you do one thing you enjoy daily. Don’t allow the world to control your life. ————————————— Be brave, don’t accept racism, don’t accept hate… Continue reading
Dear poet..
Dear Poet..You make words come alive and vibrant.You love books and words.You whispered words to create escape and better place.Dear Poet, talk to me, read to me and whisper to me.Sing songs of… Continue reading
Pretty words…
Pretty words.. Dangerous beautiful lady in her tight black dress and wearing chain of amethyst crystal upon her neck. Was my crystal once and she wanted it more than I did. She told… Continue reading
My Joan of Arc. And a brilliant Leonard Cohen song.
My Joan of Arc.. She painted her make-up upon perfect skin. She turned to me and she told me . “I need my war face tonight. I rarely show my real face to… Continue reading
I need a wild heart…
I need a wild heart Love made me live Beautiful woman told me, we need to bathe in the quiet and sweetness of love.Love come when love wants,the movement of love is like… Continue reading
Do you know me?
Pretty girl sat by the motel window. She is watching the ocean and the coming storm from the western sea. She is drinking coffee and waiting for a reason and purpose to move.… Continue reading
The missing pieces…
(Fragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad.) Missing pieces.. On paper with black ink and thoughts. I… Continue reading