Song of love.
Song of love. Drunkenness in a reckless love, knowing the true fragrant of love.The blackness of love, the whiteness of love.The dead love, the alive love.The desperate love and the forgotten love. He… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Poem
Pretty words.
Pretty words. 1- Dangerous beautiful lady in her tight black dress and wearing chain of amethyst crystal upon her neck. Was my crystal once and she wanted it more than I did. She… Continue reading
Locked and loaded.
(War. What is it good for? Nothing.”) Edwin Starr. Locked and loaded. The old Soldiers knows. The madness of youth was the temptation of sweet wine and the fighting and dying for something… Continue reading
Soldier of fortune. An outstanding song by Sershen and Zaritskaya.
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. And a wonderful Nick Cave and P.J Harvey song.
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.
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 gale of Winter. And a beautiful Beth Hart song.
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
A one-way street. And a lovely Elle King song.
A one way street, baby (I loved love. Love didn’t love me.) Pretty lady called me lover; she called me friend. She told me, I need you near and please hang around dear… Continue reading
Lestat’s cafe in San Diego. A meeting.
Lestat’s coffee shop conversation. Was a quiet San Diego night. I read my poetry at a poetry reading next to the Lestat’s coffee shop. I read an old poem. ” Bitter branches. Old… Continue reading
Damn the ancient Gods.
Damn the ancient Gods. Pretty lady laid bare in heart and soul watching the sun fall into the sea.She looked at me and told me. Damn the gods who hate love, they tried… Continue reading