Two steps from hell.
Two steps from hell. (April is poetry month. A re-write. Number eleven) In a dark Gypsy carnival years ago. A beautiful Gypsy woman told me once. You are two steps from hell. Hell… Continue reading
Tag Archive: faith
A good day to be alive.
Friendship? A good day to be alive my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Each day is a opportunity to do something good.” A good day to be alive my friend (Can you… Continue reading
The days of freedom. And a beautiful Paloma Faith song.
The days of freedom. Yesterday was the first warm days of Spring. I opened the doors and I opened the window. I allowed the air of Spring to re-fresh the house. I took… Continue reading
Broken promises and lost places.
Broken promises and lost places. I remembered we had dreams of being barefoot in wildflowers fields and love was to be forever. I could sit and gaze at you for hours. Watch you… Continue reading
The echoes of yesterday. Dear Jenny.
The echoes of yesterdays. Drinking alone in a Monterey tavern in April,1992. I was trying to hide from a memory, and I saw the saddest face man looking back at me in the… Continue reading
Passing through. And an amazing Leonard Cohen song.
Passing through. A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer. We can never win. Jack London once wrote. “The gods always win. Men believe they can… Continue reading
A wing and a prayer. An amazing Maria Daines song.
A wing and a prayer. He told the Lake St. Clair. We become, who suppose become. Hell-bound life can lead us to place of peace. He told the lady of the lake. Kind… Continue reading
Pray for peace and an amazing song by dear Reba.
“Imagine there’s no countriesIt isn’t hard to doNothing to kill or die forAnd no religion tooImagine all the peopleLiving life in peaceYou may say that I’m a dreamerBut I’m not the only oneI… Continue reading
My beautiful Daniela.
My beautiful Daniela. (Written when my heart and soul was alive and free to love without fear. Written in November 1978) My world was wild and crazy. I’m slow down by a look… Continue reading
Ancient floors.
Ancient floors. In the mirrors of time.Old windows may never be closed.Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better.The broken roads leave me spiraling in the memories of kind… Continue reading