You are my ambrosia..
You are my ambrosia.. He loved when he was inside her. The wetness of her warm vagina made him feel madness. Like two becoming one in the dance of passion. They fell into… Continue reading
Tag Archive: music
Love is like a hammer..
Love is like a hammer… I left Michigan in 1991 and I sat in the jazz club at 12 pm, trying to write a poem. The Jazz man was playing the songs, so… Continue reading
Everything had it time.. And a beautiful Amanda Shires song.
Everything had it’s time… 1- We have become silhouettes in a locked room. Just two ghosts roaming and breathing alone. Once house, filled with love. Now a tomb, so dusty and so cold.… Continue reading
The rays of the sun..
The rays of the sun… Drunk man wishing. Alone on destine hill. He dreamed she was near. He dreamed he was in her embrace and her tender fingers were caressing his face. She… Continue reading
Nothing left to lose.. And a beautiful Taylor Momsen song.
Nothing left to lose… I lay in the silence of deadening silence. All dreams dead and buried when you left me alone. You were my savior and my killer. I remember the first… Continue reading
Once, I wanted everything. Some little poems..
One….. Just photos in a book, just beautiful faces missed. Just kind voices heard in my dreams now. Beautiful hearts missed. Two….. Swirl me in your mind, my kind lover. Make me believe,… Continue reading
My Bonnie girl..
My Bonnie gal… I returned to Glasgow in late 1979. I was trying to find a memory, a kind memory. In the Spring of 1978, a beautiful Bonnie girl loved me so. She was… Continue reading
Be kind to each other.. And a beautiful Birdy song.
Be kind to each other.. Sober men can’t write the truth, godless men can’t see heaven. Liquor voice, does not seek salvation, only seek to repent to the whiskey bottle. We are like… Continue reading
Dust in the wind and a beautiful Caroline Jones song.
Dust in the wind…. Was the early Winter of 1992 and I landed In California. I left home to go to war in the Spring of 1991. I was tired and I wanted… Continue reading
Painting pretty pictures. And a beautiful Elle Carpenter song.
Painting pretty pictures.. Tonight I am drinking the Irish coffee and I am remembering better days. I am painting pretty pictures with my words and I am trying to remember your face. I… Continue reading