Too poor to love you, my lady midnight.
Too poor to love you, my lady midnight. We danced in the Belton, Texas dance hall and you smell of the wildflowers of Texas.You rested you head into my chest and I whispered… Continue reading
Tag Archive: poetry
Please remember who you were.
Please remember who you were. I saw a old friend sitting alone in a Austin, Texas at the coffee shop. Her eyes looking down at the table and her coffee, hiding her sorrow.… Continue reading
I need a wild heart.
I need a wild heart 1- Love made me live Beautiful woman told me. We need to bathe in the quiet and sweetness of love.Love come when love wants.The movement of love… Continue reading
My Florence beautiful flower. And beautiful music.
My Florence beautiful flower. 1- In the Spring, Florence is gorgeous and the young and old women smile at me. I return their gift of their smiles, and I feel the warm sun… Continue reading
Then you can tell me goodbye. And a lovely Joss Stone song.
“Please sweeten my coffee with a morning kiss. Joss Stone.” Then you can tell me goodbye. Pretty lady with the saddest eyes, always found me on a Friday night in Austin, Texas. She… Continue reading
Damn you my lonely lady midnight.
Damn you my lonely lady midnight. I didn’t know, we didn’t know. We would crash and burn. You told me. Love had turned ugly, love had turn to blackness. Please Johnnie, dance with… Continue reading
Enchanting lady.
1- The surging sea, the rushing waters. Our love and the sea. Untamed and running wild when awaken. 2- Enchanting lady, … Continue reading
You are me and I am you.
You are me and I’m you. People who see color, race and religion. Are truly blind.Don’t you cry for the sick child.Don’t you hold the mother or father who lost a son or… Continue reading
Please give me a year in Florence. Some amazing Italian music.
Please give me one year in Florence. I visit beautiful Florence four times in the late seventies. She left me with good memories. I was young and she was gorgeous. I was alone… Continue reading
The sea dancer. And an amazing video.
The sea dancer. (First poem in three months. I need to awake my muse.) Once upon a time, was a late September day by the Monterey Bay. You and me, we danced, we… Continue reading