Blinded. But not dead yet..
A old poem written in 1993. The coastline and kind people of the California made me find dreams and hope. Blinded. But not dead yet. (Old poem from 6 July 1993. Must go to the… Continue reading
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Dear Angela..
Dear Angela.. Dear Angela. Don’t cry for yesterday my pretty lady.Yesterday is gone and today we have tonight. All of us are dirty with sin.Few of us are clean and the most of… Continue reading
I remember you..
I remember you.. The summer days were long andthe splendor of the blue skies and the bright sun.Beckon us to the sea. The heat of hot Summer days.Thaw our cold hearts.The beauty of… Continue reading
My dear Beatrice Marcella..
My dear Beatrice Marcella.. She told me. Johnnie become like the dancing waves. Wild and free. Allow the Monterey nights to make us know the freedom and the laughter. Enter into the mediation… Continue reading
I saw the sun in your eyes..
I saw the sun in your eyes.. You and me, we are dancing by the Monterey Bay, I am singing words of love for you. You asked me, Johnnie, why did you save… Continue reading
You are my ocean..
You are my ocean My first love was the sea. Uncontrolled and free. I danced with her, as a child. I fell into her waves and I felt the safety of her power… Continue reading
The sinner’s prayer..
The sinner’s prayer.. My father believed, if he went to church on New Year eve. All sins would be forgiven. Father, old soldier, drinker and hell raiser. I pray, a place for men,… Continue reading
Dear Angela..
Dear Angela.. Dear Angela. Don’t cry for yesterday my pretty lady.Yesterday is gone and today we have tonight. All of us are dirty with sin.Few of us are clean and the most of… Continue reading
Dear December.. And a amazing Brad Paisley song.
Dear December The war couldn’t kill me and I returned home in 1992 and I called you.A sweet voice answered the phone and you whispered.Dear Johnnie, please come home to me. I would… Continue reading
Idyllic places and time..
Idyllic places and time.. The storyteller told the writers. We shall learn that life is Summer and Winter. Spring and Fall. We will know sweetness and we shall know sadness. We will be… Continue reading