When the drinker prays.
When the drinker prays. Once brave man, once soldiers, once business man and now a grandfather. He watched his world fall into madness and he pours three fingers of Gentleman Jack. Once he… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Poet
One tine soldier.
One Tin soldier. I have become a vulgar man. Once I had a young heart. Love didn’t darken my heart; love didn’t darken my mind. Life did. He told the mirror in the… Continue reading
Sin is sin, till we partake.
Sin is sin, till we partake. He told the pretty Irish girl, sin is sin till we partake in her sweetness. Then the sin becomes a part of us, we will accept willingly.… Continue reading
Pretty pictures.
Pretty pictures. I loved love, but love didn’t love me. I told the pretty Austin, Texas gal. I adored her bare shoulders and her black dress that draped her skin tightly. She smiled… Continue reading
Goodbye my lover. And a beautiful Gabriela song.
Goodbye my lover. I walked to my lover with the liar’s moon above. It was a warm German Fall night. I walked 20 miles to get to her. I went to say goodbye.… Continue reading
The simple rules.
The simple rules. “Do not wrong or hate your neighbor, for it is not him that you wrong, you wrong yourself.”Thomas Wildcat AlfordShawnee “The grandfathers and the grandmothers are in the children: teach… Continue reading
Secrets, falling and want.
1- YouYou make me want things I cannot have.Your sweet words making me wish for placeswhere I can be free and wild.Knowing no control and swimming in your eyes. 2- SecretsI want to… Continue reading
Forget me not.
Forget me not. I dreamed of you. I dream of us.I picked-up the phone.I was dreaming of your face, your voice, sweet like the German Summer wine.I dreamed of your long legs, and… Continue reading
Old love.
Old love. She called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight? I told… Continue reading
The Coyote and the Raven dance.
The Coyote and Raven dance. The coyote was dancing for the half-moon, he moved and weaved into the deep forest and he knew. His beautiful friend was watching him celebrate the night. The… Continue reading