My heart still can cry a tear..
My heart still can a tear. (One of first of my poetry published somewhere. 1980.) A tear of loneliness.A loneliness of losing you completely. I could of survive without your kiss. But never… Continue reading
My heart still can a tear. (One of first of my poetry published somewhere. 1980.) A tear of loneliness.A loneliness of losing you completely. I could of survive without your kiss. But never… Continue reading
Love is like a hammer… I left Michigan in 1991 and I sat in the Jazz club at 12 pm, trying to write a poem. The Jazz man was playing the songs, so… Continue reading
In hell, I will be in good company… Once I sang the Soldier’s prayer. “Drink till you cannot, dance till you cannot. Make love to the wild gals, when you can and sing… Continue reading
It’s okay. It is the early days of November, my friend. My Michigan feeling the Fall cooler night kiss finally. I am listening to beautiful Nightbirde songs and the grandchildren are still sleeping.… Continue reading
Slow dance…. Good Jazz, the good drink and drowning in the old memories. My old love dancing alone to the saddest Jazz and I told my whiskey. Pretty lady, I remember us. I… Continue reading
Choose what you love…. (Choose what you love. Let it kill you. Lara Fabian.) We can masquerade as empty shadows. Live for useless things. Once free man forgot his face, once free man… Continue reading
My gypsy soul.. Once, I walked in the clouds, The highest Honduras mountains, I stood upon. I was a free man. Once, I danced with the Pacific, the Winter storms taught me.… Continue reading
Steal a memory, borrow a memory… The dilemma of a long life. The restless heart learn to adore old memories. The fortune of youth become eloquence words on a sheet of paper. We… Continue reading
The poet’s eyes, the lover’s song… A pretty lady glided across the room to me. Her eyes inflamed with the hunger for a dance, sweets words and some kisses. I told her. Dear… Continue reading