Please show me your real face.
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
Tag Archive: music
Love posies..
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 and a beautiful song.
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
Two guitars.. And a wonderful song.
Two Guitars.. Was a warm May-day in Monterey and the sea was wild tonight.Once loud man, now quiet man drank his whiskey alone and he prayed for nothing more,nothing less.Once he was the… Continue reading
Dancing in the dark with you dear Daniela..
Dancing in the dark with you dear Daniela… I was drinking whiskey alone and I was listening to the good jazz. A pretty auburn lady sat with me and she asked me, what… Continue reading
She told my by Lake St. Clair. Love never did love me.
She told me by Lake St. Clair. Love never did love me. 1- A Summer day…The birds were singing near me.Lake St. Clair was alive and dancing for the children.The sun-kissed my face… Continue reading
Naked ladies and the roses. And a beautiful Alisa Fineman song.
Naked ladies and the roses.. 1- When I hold you tightly and we dance near the Big Sur sea.The sun kissed our faces and we enthralled in the miracle of love kindness.I whispered… Continue reading
Deluded love, broken promises..
Deluded love, broken promises and melancholy dreams… 1- Deluded love.. Pretty Peggy came to me at midnight, carrying Hemingway whiskey and a hopeful smile. I saw in her eyes, I was her last… Continue reading
The wild roses… Good songs and some words.
The wild roses.. The old drunk Poet told me. Johnnie, wild roses are supported to be free and wild.Things, that are too beautiful to touch will make us yearn and need till we… Continue reading
SOS.. And a amazing Phil Ochs song..
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