Black as the night. Part three.
Black as the night.. I told her. Everybody knows you have a black heart and I know more than most. You smell like like wildflowers in the early Spring and you talk so… Continue reading
Black as the night.. I told her. Everybody knows you have a black heart and I know more than most. You smell like like wildflowers in the early Spring and you talk so… Continue reading
The threads of life. Fate and destiny… Old man whispered. Behold a man who didn’t believe in the goddesses of the thread of life.Us foolish men believe we rule the world. The goddess… Continue reading
Sweet whispers.. The voice of leonard Cohen singing in the background. I read words from a beautiful woman.Sweet offering of love and emotion. I know women are gifts to a wise man.Passionate kisses… Continue reading
Sad brown eyes.. A brown eye angel is crying in our bedroom for me. In a turmoil of a kind love. A paradise of burning emotion. You can create a strange prison. I… Continue reading
My heart still can a tear. (One of first of my poetry published somewhere. 1980.) A tear of loneliness.A loneliness of losing you completely. I could of survive without your kiss. But never… Continue reading
Love is like a hammer… I left Michigan in 1991 and I sat in the Jazz club at 12 pm, trying to write a poem. The Jazz man was playing the songs, so… Continue reading
In hell, I will be in good company… Once I sang the Soldier’s prayer. “Drink till you cannot, dance till you cannot. Make love to the wild gals, when you can and sing… Continue reading
It’s okay. It is the early days of November, my friend. My Michigan feeling the Fall cooler night kiss finally. I am listening to beautiful Nightbirde songs and the grandchildren are still sleeping.… Continue reading
Slow dance…. Good Jazz, the good drink and drowning in the old memories. My old love dancing alone to the saddest Jazz and I told my whiskey. Pretty lady, I remember us. I… Continue reading
Choose what you love…. (Choose what you love. Let it kill you. Lara Fabian.) We can masquerade as empty shadows. Live for useless things. Once free man forgot his face, once free man… Continue reading