I will waltz and sing with the angels again.
I wrote some names down to paper, each name were kind mentors to me. In quiet prayers, I pray to sit with them again, talk till we can’t no-more. I know in heaven,… Continue reading
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I will take care of you.
I’ll take care of you. Longing, belonging and believing. Love was life, life was love. I learn, bleeding, screaming and the damn whiskey can’t kill the memory. Once, with a single kiss. We… Continue reading
The gales of Winter.
The gales of Winter. Lake or sea, the mighty water never sleeps. When the sea is quiet, the lake is resting. Danger is near. I believe, all of us, are like the long… Continue reading
Did we give enough? Did we bleed?
Did we give enough? Did we bleed? The loco Monterey Poet shouted to the sea. Did I give enough? Did we bleed? The prettiest girl in Monterey, she laughed at his words. She… Continue reading
Idyllic.
Idyllic. We shall know never-more, we shall know ever-more and we one day. We shall know nothing more. Once wise writer told us. Death is when we become forgotten. Once brave man danced… Continue reading
Holy as love.
A moment, of forever “Holy as love. You were my Winter prayer, my Christmas miracle. We found a safe place to keep warm,… Continue reading
Pray for peace, dance for peace, sing for peace.
If we are silence, against hate and war. We accepted the hateful world. If we allow the wars to be fought and we believe war is far away. One day, the wars shall… Continue reading
I saw the sun in your eyes.
I saw the sun in your eyes. You and I, we are dancing by the Monterey Bay, I am singing words of love for you. You asked me, Johnnie, why did you save… Continue reading
You are my ocean.
You are my ocean My first love was the sea. Uncontrolled and free. I danced with her, as a child. I fell into her waves, and I felt the safety of her power… Continue reading
Somewhere in time.
Somewhere in time. The paradox of living, we get what we deserve. Once, the prettiest lady I have ever known, waited for a wayward man. I remember the fragrance of her skin, the… Continue reading