A Leonard Song and a poem. Where is my Gypsy wife tonight?
Where is my Gypsy wife tonight? 1- Pretty Bridgette danced alone by the sea and I told the night. You can’t control the sea and you cannot control love. 2- I told her,… Continue reading
Where is my Gypsy wife tonight? 1- Pretty Bridgette danced alone by the sea and I told the night. You can’t control the sea and you cannot control love. 2- I told her,… Continue reading
Mercy A Poem by Coyote Poetry A Leonard Cohen night. … Continue reading
If it be your will Once I sought death kiss, a loaded 30-30 rifle and Johnnie Walker prayers, was my sanctuary of a hellish ending. I locked the door, I played the Jim… 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
My wild Maria, my dancing Maria, my Winter storm. The crimson night, the thunder storms of life had brought me to you. I watched you from a distance and I dreamed of moonlight… Continue reading
The irony of a love tale. Maybe love, maybe not? She told me. The irony of a love tale, maybe love, maybe not? She told me, Fickle I am, fickle I was. I… Continue reading
The skin, the gin and the sin city.. Pretty lady sat near me at the tavern and I said hello. She smiled and she came nearer. She caressed my military hair-cut and she… Continue reading
Love had no pride.. Pretty wishes, pretty memories, become kind and sweet places we have known. I remember my greatest wish, a ginger hair girl with the eyes of hazel. She was once,… Continue reading
My California. Once fearless man loved the Pacific, once brave man loved the hippy girls who sang and drank all night long. Once free man, don’t like his cage, no-more. He remember the… Continue reading
The Lake song.. I told her. I apology sweet Alison. Somewhere in time, the flowing river of love was murdered. I do not blame no-one. I have accepted my place. I have my… Continue reading