The payment is due. “Bacchus blessing are a treasure;Drinking is a soldier’s pleasure;Rich the treasure,sweet the pleasure;Sweet is pleasure after pain.”John Dryden I told the pretty Texas girl at the Belton, Texas dance… Continue reading
My dream weaver.. 1- I do remember our moonlight dance at Big Sur. We had the half moon above us and I saw everything beautiful in your wild hazel eyes. I tossed you… Continue reading
1- On paper, with good pen and good song. I remember silky voice, pale skin and the most beautiful face I ever seen. We prayed and we starved for love in the Spring… Continue reading
A safe place, a kind face, maybe? Someone told the loneliest lady in the bar. Johnnie wanted to die alone, with Jack Daniel and Jim Beam as his only friends. She stood behind… Continue reading
You get what you deserve. Father told me often, we get what we deserve. I played the bastard well and the darkness overtook my life. He turned to me and he whispered. Something… Continue reading
Landscape of a perfect place. (Photo-Source:amespeciale(Thank you Tumblr) I understand the difference between the light and the dark. I have glimpsed perfect beauty and I have known solid hate. Even if my eyes were blinded… Continue reading
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 the old soldiers go. When they are so… Continue reading
The Pacific Ocean. The half-drunk poet told the pretty gal in the Irish tavern in Austin, Texas. I had a sweet love once and she is waiting for me still. She made me… Continue reading
My beautiful Daniela. (Written when my heart and soul was alive and free to love without fear. Written in November 1978) My world was wild and crazy. I’m slow down by a look… Continue reading
Worn and torned love. Written on 8 April 1985 (For Angela. A lost and confused young lady. I tried to pick her up and show her life was okay. I hope she… Continue reading
