The earth, the sky and the water. And a beautiful Ayla Nereo song.
The earth, the sky and the water. I found my Apache friend at the Fort Hood entrance. I brought him some fruit and some coffee. He saw the sadness in my face this… Continue reading
Tag Archive: life
Travel, test life and be fearless. Remembering Hemingway.
Ernest Hemingway. When I was young. I wanted to be like Ernest Hemingway. He found peace in wars, tropical places and drinking. He left us with the legacy of loving the women and… Continue reading
The Lake Huron song.
The Lake Huron song. I told her. I apology sweet Julie. Somewhere in time, the flowing river of love was murdered. I do not blame no-one. I have accepted my place. I have… Continue reading
Heaven and hell in the same kiss.
Heaven and hell. “We can die of fear and our heart be filled with coldness.Doubt will overtake our dreams and hope.” “Being bitter and bleeding in the emotion of love.Leaving a walking dead.”… Continue reading
Almost home. Hemingway photos.
Almost home. Took me 26 years and four bloody wars zones and I learn.Monterey was still there,the Pacific was still dancing and you could buy a cup of Irish Coffee on the pier.… Continue reading
Love words from a mad man.
1-Break me. Please break me and make me bleed. Show me I’m alive, make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived, know life can be okay. Drink of my… Continue reading
I remember you, I remember us. And an amazing Kansas song.
I remember you, I remember us Once we were young and free. You were my California dream and I was your Hemingway. We roamed highway one for one year and we sang, drank… Continue reading
Stripped to the bone. And a beautiful Taylor Momsen song.
Stripped to the bone. I told her, I love the darkest things. I want a love so dark, my world turn purple/black. I don’t want sweet words; I want demanding words. I want… Continue reading
The loveliest woman in town.
The loveliest girl in Monterey. The loveliest gal in Monterey, she hated love and disliked men who begged for attention. I was the midnight poet, and I would go to her shop in… Continue reading
Silence and listen. Remembering dear Mindy McCready.
Silence and listen. Old man sitting alone and he is talking to the wind. Sending apologies to old memories.Once a proud man filled with self-praise and goals. Today the goals mean nothing.Pride just… Continue reading