Cigarettes, whiskey and you.
Cigarettes, whiskey and you I told you. Flawed and imperfect love. Destine places for the forgotten. We, who wandered on lonely path. Seekers of frenzy nights and calm days. Never content with… Continue reading
Cigarettes, whiskey and you I told you. Flawed and imperfect love. Destine places for the forgotten. We, who wandered on lonely path. Seekers of frenzy nights and calm days. Never content with… Continue reading
The crazy one’s Blessed places or cursed places? Are just places we shall know and the places that will teach us. Being blessed is someone caring for you and loving you for everything… Continue reading
A Spring flower Was a Spring flower. So tall and so beautiful. Was a Spring flower. That reached for the sky and the sky and the sun adored her. She would dance… Continue reading
The sea and the chess game Old Poet set-up the chess game and I opened the bottle of tequila. The old man had few friends. People see an old man with no-place… Continue reading
Midnight invitation The night was long and the song was very good. Downtown Austin was alive and well. 5,000 people gathered together to celebrate the New Year. I roamed alone seeking the good… Continue reading
We are born to die and we are born to live Dear father drank his one pint of rum with some coke nightly and he sat alone with his thoughts. I learn later.… Continue reading
No mercy dear Lizzie You found me alone by the St Clair lake and you wore a silky gray dress. I saw you from a distance and I watched you walked quickly toward… Continue reading
Ride Locked doors, fixed schedules and somber life. Once wild beast can die and forget. Life is open doors, free days and vibrant life. My beautiful damsel. I hear your words. Life is… Continue reading
Sway The Poet’s wish. Never sweet and never easy. A dancing beauty moved with the song. Her hips moving slowly with the tempting words. The dancing damsel, she knows she was the Hemingway’s… Continue reading
Concrete angel It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. Yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me when… Continue reading