It’s midnight and an amazing Elvis song.
At midnight. I called her at Midnight hour and I told her. Dear Jenny, I remember you and I remember us. I love you still and forget me not. Jenny is crying and… Continue reading
At midnight. I called her at Midnight hour and I told her. Dear Jenny, I remember you and I remember us. I love you still and forget me not. Jenny is crying and… Continue reading
Passing through. A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer. We can never win. Jack London once wrote. “The gods always win. Men believe they can… Continue reading
(Johnnie need a long highway, a long vacation with no place to go.) Ride. Locked doors, fixed schedules and somber life. Once wild beast can die and forget. Life is open doors, free… Continue reading
A wing and a prayer. He told the Lake St. Clair. We become, who suppose become. Hell-bound life can lead us to place of peace. He told the lady of the lake. Kind… Continue reading
“Imagine there’s no countriesIt isn’t hard to doNothing to kill or die forAnd no religion tooImagine all the peopleLiving life in peaceYou may say that I’m a dreamerBut I’m not the only oneI… Continue reading
Sway. The Poet’s wish. Never sweet and never easy. A dancing beauty moved with the song. Her hips moving slowly with the tempting words. The dancing damsel, she knows she was the Hemingway’s… 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
Too old to die young. 1- Almost 68 years old,I lived in many places and I had many lives.Old man looked back at me in the mirror.I told him,you are too old to… 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