The song of May. And an amazing Leonard Cohen song.
The song of May. I am taking the train to Basel. Dear Alexandra is waiting in the city of wonder for me. She found me on the poetry site and she told me.… Continue reading
Tag Archive: music
Dead flowers. And a lovely Samantha Fish song.
Dead flowers (Some short poetry) 1- Please don’t talk no-more Pretty lady crying and she whispered to her banished lover.Please speak no-more. Your words had turned worthless and meaningless.Your face from angel to… Continue reading
The wicked games, we play.
The wicked game, we play. I am not right no-more, I will never be right again. Your sweet song made me want the madness, the madness of loving you forever. Your eyes stole… Continue reading
On the thread of a word.
On the thread of a word A Poem by Coyote Poetry On the thread of a word. (Freedom is only the distance between the hunter and his prey. Bei Dao) Just like a… Continue reading
Mercy me. A lovely Duffy song.
Mercy me We are dancing slow and easy to the blues, her body moving and grooving to the sound. Her eyes are closed, her shoes are off and her hips are feeling every… Continue reading
Everything had it’s time.
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
Half empty cups and a lovely Amanda Shires and Maren Morris song.
Empty cups.. In another lifetime. We danced, we drank and we loved. Once filled cup became half-empty and we accepted less. Once we entwined our dreams and lives. Now strangers, we became.Today we… Continue reading
Mojo a-coming.
Mojo a-coming… I left Ann Arbor in 1990. The dead man walking had nothing to lose. Joined a war to see, if he was alive or dead? The damn war taught me; Johnnie… Continue reading
Please sing me a lullaby. And a lovely Sophia song.
Please sing me a lullaby, my sweet lady. My lovely lady lay in sweet slumber, and I whispered into her ear. You are my morning blessing, my daytime kindness and my midnight cherish… Continue reading
The family tradition.
The family tradition. A godly man tried to save me. He told me to quit the drink, and he told me to leave the dance-hall gals alone. If you don’t. You will be… Continue reading