A stranger tale and an amazing Leonard Cohen song.
The stranger song. Houses built on sand will sink. Love built on false hope will not endure. Desperate love, passionate love is just released for the sake of the body and not the… Continue reading
The stranger song. Houses built on sand will sink. Love built on false hope will not endure. Desperate love, passionate love is just released for the sake of the body and not the… Continue reading
The lovely silence. The real poets and writers know. The silence is golden. Words become meaningless in the midnight hours. True lovers don’t need to speak. They allow their mouth, hands and body… Continue reading
I want to be the one, you need. 1- We swayed with the sea, we loved the Storms of January. I swirled you into soft and easy circles on the empty Seaside beach.… Continue reading
Do more. 1- I was blindsided by her. Her eyes, bright and demanding. I asked her. What do you need my lovely? She gave me a devilish smile and she told me. Give… 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