Faded into you.. To and fro the fool shall wander. Once hopeful man wanted a sweet gal and a perfect life. Now he loved the Jazz clubs and the songs. He had the… Continue reading
The dark light and the bright lights… The dark light and the bright lights. Two places we must journey and be observers, become vulnerable to life’s sin and opportunities. The daylights bring no… Continue reading
Waiting for a miracle. Some mini-poetry. 1- Cheryl.. Few speak your name now. When the whiskey is good and I seek pretty faces in my lonely nights. I remember you. You were a… Continue reading