The brown eye’s girl.
The brown eye’s girl. Was a lonely beach, late Spring brought out the lovers of the sea. I saw near the moving and dancing Pacific. A woman and child. I fell in love… Continue reading
Tag Archive: California
The darkest days.
The darkest days (Johnnie returned to Big Sur, older and grayer.) Winter of 1992 is holding on and I’m hiding out on Highway one. I brought the vodka and pineapple juice to Big… Continue reading
Turn, turn, turn.
Turn, turn, turn. The old poet sang a lullaby.Sensual woman whispered to me once.Come live with me and be my lover,I will be your salvation, and you will be my rock to keep… Continue reading
Run away with me. And a lovely Carly Rae Jepsen song.
Run away with me… Sweetest and prettiest gal in Ann Arbor told me. Please run away with me. Let’s toss all our useless dreams away and please take my hands. Hand in hand,… Continue reading
Legacy, some little poetry.
Legacy, some little poetry. 1- The Monterey tavern poet sat alone and beautiful Eleanor sat with him. Her eyes seeking his face, her eyes seeking his voice. He asked her, dear Eleanor. What… Continue reading
Legacy, some little poetry.
Legacy, some little poetry. 1- The Monterey tavern poet sat alone and beautiful Eleanor sat with him. Her eyes seeking his face, her eyes seeking his voice. He asked her, dear Eleanor. What… Continue reading
Please swirl me one more time and an amazing song.
Please swirl me, one more time. 1- She told him. Please don’t forget me my love. Tonight, we dance with the sea near and the sound of the ocean is our needed song.… Continue reading
Easy on my mind.
Easy on my mind. She had heard too many useless words spoken and she needed a friend. She was a North Dakota gal, tall, long and so beautiful. She told me on a… Continue reading
Who are you?
Who are you? I love the book “The picture of Dorian Gray.” When reading or listening to the amazing book. You question yourself. Who am I? I question you, my friend. Who are… Continue reading
My North Dakota hurricane.
My North Dakota hurricane.. Beneath the midnight Monterey moon, we danced, we drank and we adored the Winter storms of the Pacific. We served as soldiers in the daytime and in the night.… Continue reading