I remember you..
I remember you… 1- Once I knew you.. I was your Doc Holliday and you were my Kate. We knew the whiskey, the sin and the skin. Once we showed our scars and… Continue reading
I remember you… 1- Once I knew you.. I was your Doc Holliday and you were my Kate. We knew the whiskey, the sin and the skin. Once we showed our scars and… 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
The pretty thing, the dangerous things.. Once I held treasure. We danced in the lost and found of seeking happiness. Once we were fearless and we knew laughter. We had Gypsy souls and… Continue reading
Remembering Marianne Faithfull. We lost a legend, we lost a force of nature. Beautiful Marianne Faithfull. Thank you for the songs. Thank you for showing us. We can be more than we are.… Continue reading
In hell, I will be in good company.. In is 2.18 in the afternoon and I am dancing with The Death South. It is a cold ugly Winter day in Michigan and I… Continue reading
Understandable.. I told the pretty Gypsy gal at the Stray Cat Inn. Love never befriended me. I sought the wild sea, I sought the sea dancer. And I learn. Love isn’t understandable to… Continue reading
Vaya con dios.. Song, sin and gin.not enough to forget you.We said goodbye and I learn, I was alone. ——————————————————– I have pretty pictures,warm memories andI don’t have you. ———————————————————- Vaya con dios,maybe… Continue reading
Please show me your real face… I became the Austin City dark poet in 1993. I would advice the young writers and do minor edit on their work. Many of the college kids… Continue reading
Love Posies… His pretty love, dear Veronica told him.You promised me love posies, everyday of my life.You promised me morning posies andyou promised to read love posies before we sleep.You promised midnight walks… Continue reading
A song of forever… A song of forever, she didn’t want to sing. She had shun love and she wanted endless night, loud music and her colorful cotton dresses. She was my hippy… Continue reading