When I am done. And a beautiful Marianne Faithful song.
When I am done. I became the old man who waiting for no-one. Once I wanted everything and now. I need little. I wonder where do the old soldiers go. When they are… Continue reading
Tag Archive: life
My Texas rose.
My Texas rose. The sweetest gal in Texas told me. Please give me your address and I will write you when you are gone. I told her, she was a treasure, a blessing… Continue reading
My greatest regret was you.
My greatest regret was you 1- Loved and lost Dear Lizzy, my beautiful Liz.Honey, sweetheart and my love.Where are you now?Once we drank the Long Island iced tea and laughed at the midnight moon.You were… Continue reading
You are my poetry and a beautiful Tilda Swinton poem.
You are my poetry. Forlorn love, treasured memories. You used to read poetry to me by the candle light. You were my heavenly voice, sweet songs when life became too hard. Once we… Continue reading
Dear Little Wolf.
A love letter… (I love the young dust, the falling sun touching and kissing the lake. Create an afterglow of light and darkness. The world seems to be at-ease when the sun and… Continue reading
The sweetest things.
The sweetest things. I have seen so many beautiful places and I have walked on places of mystery and ancient grounds. I have watched the sea rise and fall. I have danced with the… Continue reading
31 March 2026 thoughts. Lessons, we must learn.
31 March 2026 thoughts. Lessons, we must learn. 1- I am an old man now. I will be 68 years old soon and in-kind dreams. I remember beautiful faces, wonderful places and gentle… Continue reading
Old Painter at the beach boardwalk.
Old painter on the beach boardwalk. Old man sat alone.He was painting a picture of a woman.She was from another time. We sat in silence till he finally spoke to me.He told me. Her name was… Continue reading
Trying to lose your memory.
Trying to lose your memory. I tried to find peace and calm in the coffee houses of Monterey, drinking strong coffee and reading dead-end poetry at the nightly poetry readings. I thought I… Continue reading
Highway 80 is calling me.
Highway 80 is calling me. I’m tire, so damn tired. Somehow, I got lost. I looked into the mirror, and I see a bloody stranger.A ghost of a man I once was. I’m… Continue reading