Texas bars and Texas women. (Adult reading.)
Texas bars and Texas women. (A old poem written in 1993. When I roam the Texas as a young man.) The Doctor told me.“You are damn healthy.You must take care of your self.”… Continue reading
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An ocean apart.
An ocean apart. You are laying heavy upon my sweet dreams and hope.I hold a simple letter in my hands.Your sweet words saved me from pity and sadness. You wrote sweet and kind… Continue reading
The Texas two-step.
The Texas two-step.. He saw her sitting alone sipping her drink slowly and her eyes were barren and so cold. She held her whiskey like a old lover. So tightly. The Austin, Texas… Continue reading
I saw the sun in your eyes.
I saw the sun in your eyes.. ( You let me love you. I knew I was blessed.) I long for you when you are not near. I yearn to hold your hands,… Continue reading
Miss you, need you dear Ann Arbor.
Miss you, need you dear Ann Arbor… I am drinking alone beautiful Jenny. Somehow I forgot where Ann Arbor was and I am so damn lonely. I have called you at midnight, every… Continue reading
Slow down.
Slow down… Messed up life, messed up days and messed up nights. Now the quiet nights making me turn into a madman. I hear the whispers of kind people telling me. Slow down… Continue reading
The pretty things, the dangerous things.
The pretty thing, the dangerous things.. Once I held treasure. We danced in the lost and found of seeking happiness. Once we were fearless and we knew laughter. We had Gypsy souls and… Continue reading
Don’t allow the world to make you beg.
Don’t allow the world to make you beg.. Can we be imprison by lies? Can we be locked away and forgotten? Don’t allow the liars into your mind, don’t allow the naysayers to… Continue reading
Dear Maggie Elizabeth.
Dear Maggie.. ( Dream writing again.) She was my sea dancer, she was a kind lover. Now, she is a lasting memory, and she is tattoos on my mind. I was being loco,… Continue reading
God wasn’t on your side.
God was never on your side.. I wrote into many journals. Bastards like me, can’t feel and they don’t know fear. I never had a heart till it was too late. Too late… Continue reading