Highway 80 is calling me.
Highway 80 is calling me. I’m tire, so damn tired. Somehow, I got lost. I looked into the mirror, and I see a bloody stranger.A ghost of a man I once was. I’m… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Poem
The dance.
The dance. Star bright, star light. So many stars lighting up the night. I have one wish.Dark eyed beauty dances with the Seaside waves.She had stripped away her fears, and she dances with… Continue reading
Love conquered all.
Love conquered all. Lovers drowning in the amorous of sweet kiss, long embrace andthe long dances where love grow like flowers in the Spring.They know. Love conquered all. I write down name of… Continue reading
The final act.
The final act. She told me. I need you. I don’t need you.You used to run home to be. Undress me at the door.I loved how you loved my silk stockings. I wore… Continue reading
The payment is due.
The payment is due. “Bacchus blessing are a treasure;Drinking is a soldier’s pleasure;Rich the treasure,sweet the pleasure;Sweet is pleasure after pain.”John Dryden I told the pretty Texas girl at the Belton, Texas dance… Continue reading
The waltz of the flowers.
The waltz of the flowers. “He prayeth best, who loveth best. All things both great and small; for the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.” Samuel Taylor… Continue reading
Go forward.
Go forward. I told the young woman with tears in her eyes. Somedays are lonely and we can be scared. We believe we walk alone. Sometimes we need to stop our life and… Continue reading
My dream weaver. And a beautiful Audrey Hepburn song.
My dream weaver.. 1- I do remember our moonlight dance at Big Sur. We had the half moon above us and I saw everything beautiful in your wild hazel eyes. I tossed you… Continue reading
A madman or saint. A beautiful Alison Sudol song.
1- On paper, with good pen and good song. I remember silky voice, pale skin and the most beautiful face I ever seen. We prayed and we starved for love in the Spring… Continue reading
Relish and relinquish.
Relish and relinquish. Ugliness and beauty fade away to old memories. Neither hold on. Our old face appeared and we accept who we are. We decide our life. We can sink or swim?… Continue reading