Be quiet dear lover, Quédate…
Be quiet dear lover/ Quédate … The sky is grey and the sun is hidden behind the rain clouds in the early morning. You and I had traveled to Palma, Spain. The Germany Winter… Continue reading
Be quiet dear lover/ Quédate … The sky is grey and the sun is hidden behind the rain clouds in the early morning. You and I had traveled to Palma, Spain. The Germany Winter… Continue reading
Wanderlust… — Damn those eyes Pretty face, demanding loving eyes.Soft voice making me feel weak and captured.Soft touch of hands making me fall into deep embrace.Those eyes make me swim in the dangerous… Continue reading
I knew how to sing once, dear Julie…. Once I believe in love and I believed in the ambrosia of forever.When I drink my coffee late at night and I write. Sweet memories… Continue reading
The loveliest girl in Monterey… The loveliest gal in Monterey, she hated love and disliked men who begged for attention. I was the midnight poet and I would go to her shop in… Continue reading
Show me the face… I loved the Monterey bay. I would bring my beer and whiskey to the Pacific, I would write into my journal, drink the cold beer slowly, I watched the… Continue reading
Liar’s moon lullaby… I told the liar’s moon, eleven anthrax shots given to my by the Army. I have forgotten more than I remember. I search my deaden mind for faces, for the… Continue reading
Andrea… I remembered dear Andrea. A lovely Michigan gal, once was kind to my young heart. I wrote into a notebook. “Time has pass us by,old wounds don’t hurt so badly.Old sorrow had… Continue reading
Another time, another place….. The loneliness man at Fort Hood volunteered for missions in Central American. He wanted to escape everything and he wanted to taste the Hemingway’s tropical paradise. Once he sought… Continue reading
Summer of 42… (April poetry number twenty.) I told the prettiest gal in Ann Arbor. You are my Summer blessing and my sweetest dreams. She asked me. Can we watch the Summer of… Continue reading
Lost in the abyss of you…. Can sleeping men sleep find peace? My mind wandered to far away places to when I was brave. My youthful heart believed in love, I believe I… Continue reading