Never trust a man who do not drink. And a beautiful Duffy song.
Mercy. 1- She was so fine, she was so sweet.Prettiest Texas gal in Belton asked me for a dance.I told her, yes ma.She took my hands and we went to the dance floor.Her… Continue reading
Tag Archive: California
Passing through.
Passing through. A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer. We can never win. Jack London once wrote. “The gods always win. Men believe they can… Continue reading
When love is near.
When love is near. You and I, we love the Big Sur. We wanderlust her from sea to the hidden waterfall. I loved your sly kisses at the River Inn and the long… Continue reading
Dirty little secrets. And a beautiful Sarah Mclachlan song.
Dirty little secrets. I watched the moon rise and the sun run away and I remember “You and I”. I was the dancing moon whispering words of love to you as we pass… Continue reading
Thank you for the dance.
Thank you for the dance. My bare foot lady danced by the sea, the moon is above and the stars are lighting up the night sky. I watched her dance, joyfully and content… Continue reading
Recollection. For dear Kellie.
Recollections… 1- Kellie.I was intoxicated by you. My beautiful dark eyes muse, you made me beg for seconds of time, to be near you. You were a wild spirit tempting life, leaving… Continue reading
Into the west.
Into the west. Westward bound winds are calling my name, and the Pacific Ocean is calling to me. Please Johnnie, please come dance with me, I am waiting for you. I will keep… Continue reading
The cold night whispered. And a beautiful Sierra Eagleson song.
The cold night whispered. The April rain hid my tears and I walked alone. Once great love turns indifferent and our love true turn to fathom dreams. We spoke careless words, maybe true,… Continue reading
The Gypsy moon.
The Gypsy moon. 1- Please listen to the song of nature, she is bleeding, she is dying. Mother Earth, giver of the water, giver of the plants and the giver of the clean… Continue reading
By the sea.
By the sea. I told her, I want little. When I return home to you. Please meet me at the Monterey pier and please wear your dancing shoes. I need a dance with… Continue reading