Things lost, things found.

Things lost, things found… My scattered memories reappear in wild dreams. I remember forgotten face, I remember forgotten places and I remember the last conversations with great people, I have known. Things lost,… Continue reading

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Unknown soldiers.

Unknown soldiers.,.. He wrote to his journal in a Soldier graveyard in France outside of Paris in 1979. The dead don’t suffer no-more. He is surrounded by 40,000 crosses with names of boys… Continue reading

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Beautiful Jenny.

Beautiful Jenny… Once brave man thought the world was his world. He was fearless and he thought his world was wonder and miracle. He found the prettiest gal in Ann Arbor. She taught… Continue reading

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Hanging with Bukowski and a poem. The loveliest girl in Monterey.

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

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Another time, another place.

Another time, another place….. The loneliness man at Fort Hood volunteered for missions in Central American. He wanted to escape everything and he wanted to taste the Hemingway’s tropical paradise. Once he sought… Continue reading

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The September song.

The September song…. The leave are turning and the nights are cooler. The children are playing outside, enjoying the last days of Summer. I have become like the Autumn, my once young and … Continue reading

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The beauty and the sea.

The beauty and the sea. You saved me. You waited for me by the blessed Pacific ocean and you turned to me. You looked at me with your sea blue eyes and I… Continue reading

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Right or wrong?

Right or wrong? 1- Right or wrong? I am at the right place my sweet. Pretty lady danced to the slow jazz song alone, I went to her and I whispered. You are… Continue reading

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The gales of Winter.

The gales of Winter. Lake or sea, the mighty water never sleep. When the sea is quiet, the lake is resting. Danger is near.  I believe, all of us, are like the long… Continue reading

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Mercy.

Mercy. Young black man.22 year old.He sat alone and ate alone in the mess hall for many days.I watched him and wondered why? I knew great pain and understood his face and eyes.… Continue reading

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