Hanging with Merle Haggard and a poem.
Misery and the whiskey… I returned from the war in 1997 and I tried to find peace in the Long Island ice teas in the Belton Texas dance hall. I went early and… Continue reading
Misery and the whiskey… I returned from the war in 1997 and I tried to find peace in the Long Island ice teas in the Belton Texas dance hall. I went early and… Continue reading
(with time, we may forget our real face?) Naked… 1- Naked we can be in the midnight hours, naked are we and maybe we wear a veil over our face, a mask? When… Continue reading
A little crazy…. She told me, don’t matter, who is right, who is wrong. We are what we are. All I know, you take me where I want to go. You are my… Continue reading
The word, Love is. Just another four letter word… She was so tire of the useless words spoken to her. Now she sought the wild sea, now she wanted to meditate in the… Continue reading