Disease.
DISEASE. Two strangers sat together.Discussing things that didn’t matter. The woman looked at the man.Told him.I was once a beauty once.Men begged for my attention. He told her.Beauty is one less… Continue reading
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Worn and torned love.
Worn and torned love. Written on 8 April 1985 (For Angela. A lost and confused young lady. I tried to pick her up and show her life was okay. I hope she… Continue reading
Darkness. And an amazing Johnny Cash song.
The darkness. Tonight I can see shadows of faces and hear the shadows of lost voices. They are interrupting my dreams. Now I seek to find beauty and kindness in our ugly world.… Continue reading
You are my Lake Gichigami prayer.
You are my Lake Gichigami prayer. Once we danced in Paris, once we fell in love in Basel and once we loved the big cities and the sea. Kelli, Kelli my dearest Kelli.… Continue reading
We don’t want to fight anymore. And an amazing Phil Ochs song.
We don’t want to fight no-more. Once brave boy believed war would save our world. The brave boy became a man. He fought for a government who would forget him after the battles… Continue reading
Softly we must go. And a beautiful Mean Mary song.
Softly we must go. Softly we go, you and me. We had danced in many dangerous storms and we wanted more. Baby sweet, honey, my love. We need shoeless days, we need to… Continue reading
I want you and a beautiful Holly Troy song.
I want you… 1- She ran into the field of wildflowers. She stirred his eyes, she stirred his mind and heart. He loved her wild eyes and the questions in her voice. She… Continue reading
Is this the end my friend?
(Coyote in 1991in the Kuwait desert.) Is this the end my friend? A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of war. I’m tire of naysayers of peace. Is blood and death is what we… Continue reading
Maybe, one more cup of Irish coffee.
Maybe, one more cup of Irish coffee. I remember the fragrance of her. She smelled like the sea and Irish whiskey. I knew I wanted her on a summer day. She played her… Continue reading
The sea of sadness and the storm of anger.
The sea of sadness and the storm of anger. 1- Sergeant Major was my friend. I drove him home every night and he would drink. I asked him. My friend, why must you… Continue reading