Love be sweet, love be damned..
Love be sweet, Love be damned.. Where are you my sweetest love? You were my Spring time wish, my Summer dance, my Autumn taste of sweet October new wine, My Winter song. I… Continue reading
Love be sweet, Love be damned.. Where are you my sweetest love? You were my Spring time wish, my Summer dance, my Autumn taste of sweet October new wine, My Winter song. I… Continue reading
Just a Black Velvet lullaby… I wrote to a old journal in a Austin, Texas tavern in 1993. The poet don’t cry, he just write some more. Hemingway told us, we, who love… Continue reading
Just a Black Velvet lullaby… I wrote to a old journal in a Austin, Texas tavern in 1993. The poet don’t cry, he just write some more. Hemingway told us, we, who love… Continue reading
…She asked, if love is so wonderful, why are people alone, so sad? He took her to Lake St. Clair and he pointed at the beautiful lake. He told her. The lake St.… Continue reading
Wild Maria, dancing Maria, my Winter storm… The crimson night, the thunder storms of life had brought me to you. I watched you from a distance and I dreamed of moonlight nights, feeling… Continue reading
SOS.. 1- When a poet cries, he cried alone. He write his tears to paper and allow them to be settle into a journal. Sometime madness can find us and we forget to… Continue reading