I believed in forever once..
One, wild man was restless, fearless, a hurricane. He loved rhyme, verse and epic poetry about love, war and nature. He would drink, sing, dance into the midnight hours. He wanted a voyage… Continue reading
Tag Archive: love
Break me.. Love had showed me madness..
Break me… Please break me. 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 skin… Continue reading
Happy Mothers day and a poem. A mother tears..
A mother tears… She was a beauty. My mother was 5 foot 8 inches in height. She was a slim young lady with dreams and hope. She didn’t listen to her parent. She… Continue reading
Happy Mothers day..
The words “Mother, mama, grandma, grandmother” Thank you kind women, who taught me. Listen, speak kindly and never leave with anger as the last words spoken. ———————————————————————— Memory of a Mother A Poem… Continue reading
Some beautiful Jessi Colter songs and some words.
Loneliest man in the bar, drinking alone. He told the smoking cigarette and the empty whiskey glass, you knew the ending at the beginning. A soft hand touched his shoulder, a kind face,… Continue reading
Happy Mother’s day. Music.
Happy Mother’s day.. The greatest gift is love. A mother love is never forgotten. I was lucky to have two grandmothers who raised me. Ensure I knew. I was never alone and I… Continue reading
Happy Mother’s day. For my missed dear mother.
Mother didn’t blink A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime in a life we must do the correct things to fix a problem. Our grandmother and our mother. The teacher of love. Mother did… Continue reading
I am coming home..
I am coming home.. I sat in the plane from Philly to Detroit.. Heading to a place I ran away from.1000 days ago, I wanted war, new places and better ending. The splendor… Continue reading
You are my Spring blessing..
Steve Hanks painting) You are my Spring blessing… Loveliest girl in my world, she drank her morning coffee and her tan bare feet moving with the morning song of the birds and the… Continue reading
The black roses..
Black roses.. Cynthia, eyes of stone with a cigarette in mouth. Whiskey breathe woman, looked me up and down, like a place of mystery. She asked me, what did you need soldier? I… Continue reading