If you go away.

If you go away. Once we loved the rain, the trains and the lazy days. We owned little and needed just enough. On Friday night we would go to the Stuttgart train station… Continue reading

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My last stand will be in New York.

(Johnnie in 1992) My last stand will be in New York City. I want to go to New York City.Sat on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin.Telling stories of things to… Continue reading

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Mystical places.

Mystical places. Many types of keepsakes my friend.There are tattoos upon our skin to remind us of places, wars and faces.There are scars from battles won and lost.Then there are sweet faces remembered… Continue reading

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Bare and true.

Bare and true. She was a noble beauty, and she hushed me with her grace. In the stillness of the warm summer night, we were left in a standstill of should I stay… Continue reading

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A wing and a prayer.

A wing and a prayer. He told the Lake St. Clair. We become, who suppose become. Hell-bound life can lead us to place of peace. He told the lady of the lake. Kind… Continue reading

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Love is a careless child.

Love is like a flower garden. We must water, protect and keep it safe. If we are blind and deaf to the need of love. Bliss and sweet kiss can be forgotten, and… Continue reading

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The California highway.

The California highway. The desert art is everywhere. Seekings of beauty can find the beautiful artwork. Artwork, poetry for the eyes. Dancing Coyote

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Beatrice Marcella.

Beatrice Marcella. I found a twenty-five-year-old storage bag. Filled with old photos and old letters. I went through them, one by one. Each photo showed me a stranger, who lived and now he… Continue reading

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Who is free, who is not.

1- We weave our journey,strings and ropes decisions,take us to where we belong. 2- Once warrior,the body is old,the mind is tire.He is still a warrior,now he is the teacher,look into his eyes.You… Continue reading

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Old love.

Old love. She called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight? I told… Continue reading

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