The echoes of yesterday…
The echoes of yesterdays… (April poetry number twelve.) Drinking alone in a Monterey tavern in April,1992. I was trying to hide from a memory and I saw the saddest face man looking back… Continue reading
The echoes of yesterdays… (April poetry number twelve.) Drinking alone in a Monterey tavern in April,1992. I was trying to hide from a memory and I saw the saddest face man looking back… Continue reading
If I could turn back time, I would….. I called beautiful Brigitte at 3 am and I awoke her up in Böblingen in the early Fall of 1981, Germany. She answered with a gentle and… Continue reading
Darkness.. Life become less needful. Men with dead eyes learn to love the strip clubs, the drink and the war. Darkness overtake men who had learn love is bitter, life is a pain… Continue reading
Like a river, going to the sea… I am following the moving river and I can smell the sea in the air. I decided I was a prisoner in a mess-up prison. I… Continue reading
Ghosts, nightmares and dead ends… One— I ordered one more Bloody Mary from my one arm bartender. He is the best bartender in Texas. His drinks, like ambrosia for the sleeping mind. I… Continue reading
Brave One— We loved the Spring days, we loved the dancing with Lake St. Clair on a April Spring morning. When you hugged me tightly and you whispered to me. I love… Continue reading
Show me, where it hurts… One- She was a earth angel, she had a raging spirit and she loved the sea, the deep forest. She weaved safe place for me with the beach… Continue reading
Right and wrong… I told the young soldier, we control our destiny. Good life, bad life, we decide. My grandfather told me often. What is right, is right. What is wrong, is wrong.… Continue reading
MERCY… I found a red scarf near your door, I put my face into the scarf. I could smell the scent your pale skin…… I knew the heartbreak hotel often, was the sweetest… Continue reading
December morning… The days of December are here. Kind earth is resting and we must become Winter people. The fire are burning and grandfathers must become the story tellers. He must entice the… Continue reading