Bad love and music by lovely Lindsey Stirling.
Bad love. I felt the darkness of the night overtaking the lights of the day. Stealing away the gentleness that is left in me. The once sweet memories had turn to a cancer.… Continue reading
Bad love. I felt the darkness of the night overtaking the lights of the day. Stealing away the gentleness that is left in me. The once sweet memories had turn to a cancer.… Continue reading
Wild Maria, dancing Maria, my Winter storm. The crimson night, the thunderstorms of life had brought me to you. I watched you from a distance and I dreamed of moonlight nights, feeling your… Continue reading
SOS.. 1- When a poet cries, he cried alone. He writes his tears to paper and allow them to be settle into a journal. Sometime madness can find us, and we forget to… Continue reading
The stranger song Pretty lady asked her old lover. When did we become strangers?Once we talked, danced and sang the whole night through.Now we sit together. Your eyes had died and your hopeful… Continue reading
Soldier of fortune 1- Painted memories on my skin, my mind and my heart. Some pain and some sweet. I won more than I have lost. I have killed for money; I play… Continue reading
She told me. Love demand payment. Perfect beauty. Wearing Summer dress of white. Her soft shoulders showed tempting kiss and caress. She knew she had my attention. I watched her sun-kissed legs of… Continue reading
We had the month of May, once. Pretty gal from Italy told him by the Monterey Bay, the pipe dream poet, he isn’t poetry, he isn’t love, he is cursed, cursed to live… Continue reading
The gales of Winter. Lake or sea, the mighty water never sleeps. When the sea is quiet, the lake is resting. Danger is near. I believe, all of us, are like the long… Continue reading
Almost love. I would take you anywhere your heart desired. You were long and tall, coffee brown eyes and the wildest soul, I have ever known. We loved cigarettes, we loved the Gentleman… Continue reading
Sin, whiskey and Lake St. Clair. 1- I told my lovely Detroit gal, I need kisses tonight. I am leaving tomorrow for a faraway war. I need to remember my beautiful Detroit girl… Continue reading