The gales of Winter..
The gales of Winter… Lake or sea, the mighty water never sleep. When the sea is quiet, the lake is resting. Danger is near. I believe, all of us, are like the long… Continue reading
Tag Archive: poetry
You, secrets, falling and want..
1- You..You make me want things I cannot have.Your sweet words making me wish for placeswere I can be free and wild.Knowing no control and swimming in your eyes. 2- Secrets..I want… Continue reading
My lovely lady..
My lovely lady… You laughed at me as I told you. I love you so, my lovely lady. You make my life midnight dances and I love you honey kisses. You are my… Continue reading
Our world, old world, new world..
Our world, old world, new world.. Old world is gone. Our world is quiet. Today the streets are empty, people are being kinder to each other. Time for us to lead with concern,… Continue reading
All the way. And a Charles Bukowski verbal poem.
All the way.. Don’t give in, don’t give-up. If you dream. Dream big. Life is our’s to test. We must test life, love many and see the beauty of our world. Find the… Continue reading
Wildest dreams. And a beautiful Hope Winter song.
Wildest dreams (Written in March 1980) Time had passed, old wounds are healed. The sorrow, doesn’t bleed no-more. Now the time, to be brave, to learn to live again. Find my wildest dreams… Continue reading
My gin and juice lullaby..
My gin and juice lullaby.. Once we stripped bare naked and we showed real face and real skin. You were fire and I was water. My greed was to steal everything I could.… Continue reading
You get what you deserve.
You get what you deserve.. Father told me often, we get what we deserve. I played the bastard well and the darkness overtook my life. He turned to me and he whispered. Something… Continue reading
Dear Clinton, Michigan..
Dear Clinton, Michigan You told me often,love wasn’t enough.The heart become too hidden with time and age.——California wasn’t enough,I called you my beautiful Jenny and I told you.California coastline is so beautiful,the Monterey… Continue reading
Blushing beauty stole my heart..
Blushing beauty stole my heart… The drunk poet, he loved the noisy Austin taverns. He liked the people who had fallen and they liked silence over worthless words. The sameness of faces made… Continue reading