Midnight confession.
Midnight confessions. Once I played the fool for you. I painted us together as forever lovers in a world of give and take. You were my Juliet and I was your Romeo. You… Continue reading
Tag Archive: poetry
Fallen Angel.
Fallen angels In the lair of the fallen angels. Old men talk of fleeing love, old war and missed faces. I joined the club at a young age. Bad decisions, dead brothers and… Continue reading
A solace and a blessing.
A solace and a blessing. The good cognac and German wines kept me in my woeful and tranquil state. I was lost, fainthearted and raging mad at life. Death and dreams were shattered… Continue reading
Jealous of the night.
Jealous of the night. Johnnie drinking the lime, cranberry juice and vodka. Kind bartender allowed him needed silence and she ensured his drink was top-off. He loved Monday night at the Stray Cat… Continue reading
Please come home to me.
Please come home to me. I called you from Monterey. I told you the sea is so beautiful, the Pacific Ocean sings to me, bring me hope. I drink coffee all day, I… Continue reading
The sinner’s prayer.
The sinner’s prayer. I knew every tavern on Highway 35 in Texas. I drank a beer and some whiskey in almost everyone. Those Texas girls loved me. I could two-step and waltz and… Continue reading
Time for our world to befriend each other.
Time for our world to befriend each other. (I apology to Greenland, Cuba and Canada. The USA people respect you. USA is still a good place. Ugly and cold leaders will die and… Continue reading
Velvet and silk dreams.
Velvet and silk dreams 1- Those eyes A sweet girl told me once, I love you Johnnie, I do. I looked into her brown eyes… Continue reading
Loneliest man in the bar. And a lovely Jessi Colter song.
Loneliest man in the bar, drinking alone. He told the smoking cigarette and the empty whiskey glass, you knew the ending at the beginning. A soft hand touched his shoulder, a kind face,… Continue reading
You can’t catch the wind.
You can’t catch the wind. 1- Her eyes were cold; her voice was just a whisper of hope. She told me. Dear Johnnie. You can’t catch the wind and love is for the… Continue reading