Leftover wine
Leftover wine Once, you and I, we tried to catch the wind. Once, you and I, tried to touch the clouds. We marvel at our world and we danced freely with the wildflowers… Continue reading
Leftover wine Once, you and I, we tried to catch the wind. Once, you and I, tried to touch the clouds. We marvel at our world and we danced freely with the wildflowers… Continue reading
I will take care of you The bar stool Poet told the pretty Lady sitting with him. “Love had turn me right, love had turn me wrong. Love had turn my… Continue reading
The dance of the flowers. My dear and sweet love, please come walk with me. My dearest and kindest friend, please dance with me in the field of the wildflowers. Today the… Continue reading
Whiskey lullaby I watched her undress slowly. She have found me drinking whiskey alone at the Monterey Bay. I drank the whiskey and sang poetry to the Pacific. “My great love, my great… Continue reading
My great love Do we support to love but once? Where have my ancient lover’s gone? Chain of passion and spiritual journeys left me with kind faces in memories and… Continue reading
Winding road Old world making me tire, it seem we all are weaving and moving, not going no-where. Just keeping above the deep waters of life. Once I was hell and… Continue reading
I need you, I need you Pretty lies, pretty faces and pretty songs. Wounded people accepting less, wanting more. Where do we go when the blackness of the night is sweet.… Continue reading
Recollections ————————————————————————————————————————- Kelly I was intoxicated by you, my beautiful dark eyes muse, you made me beg for seconds of time, to be near you. You were a wild spirit tempting life, leaving… Continue reading
The pureness of my reflection Once we had the moon, the sun and the free road. You were my footprints into wild waters and secret places upon mountain where the clouds danced with… Continue reading
Concrete angel It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. Yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me when… Continue reading