A bloody Mary..
A bloody Mary… A pretty girl sat alone and I introduced myself. My name is Johnnie and I sat near her. She told me, my name is Paloma and she sat in a… Continue reading
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Leave the light on..
Leave the light on.. Been one year now. We said goodbye on a cold Winter day and I remember I told you. I will leave the light on, my love. You have a… Continue reading
Love be sweet, love me sweetly and love me wrong.
1- Some fire begun and they can’t never be put out, beautiful smile, kind words and tender touches. Open doors, never to be closed. ———————— 2- Those eyes, stole my thoughts, you are… Continue reading
Let us kiss and never part..
Let us kiss and never part.. She told the wandering soldier, be my love and stay with me in old Monterey. She brought his face into her warm bosom and she sang to… Continue reading
Hey brother, hey sister. Almost time to vote.
Hey brother, hey sister.. ( In the Army. There is no color, there is no race. Every soldier is a brother. Election is tomorrow. Men who create hate and separation. We do not… Continue reading
Pretty face, don’t mean pretty heart..
Pretty face, don’t mean pretty heart… She was so damn pretty and she moved through life like a panther in the free forest on the hunt. Her eyes were black as coal and… Continue reading
The dream surfer…
The dream surfer.. In the prettiest dreams, in the most beautiful places and the sweetest days. The dream surfer can find and again know. Once upon a midnight dream, the yearning heart seek… Continue reading
The Coyote is dancing…
The Coyote is dancing Once, locked-up man knew the solace and the mercy of the kind lakes. Once, the free man danced with the stars and the moon. In the mist of the… Continue reading
A beautiful girl..
A beautiful girl.. She danced a circle dance for the moon and the stars.Her hair flowed freely in the warm nightly breeze.I told the kind moon, thank you for sending me the gift… Continue reading
What have we done…
What have we done? I was raised with the Vietnam war alive and well. I joined at 17 years old in 1975. I wanted to be like my father who fought in two… Continue reading