Tag Archive: Sadness

The Island. Part one, two, three.

The Island- part one. I am sitting alone near Lake Huron in Port Austin in late 2025. My mind found a memory, and I am trying to seek the memory out from hidden… Continue reading

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I am going to build me a heaven of my own. One of the great songs.

I’m going to build me a heaven of my own.. It was a majesty night, and the music was so damn good. I have money for the Scottish whiskey and the night was… Continue reading

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Tempting fate. And a lovely Sofia Karlberg song.

Tempting fate. I am walking in the rain, the cold March rain upon my rain. I am walking away from place of love turn black.I left a lady crying and alone.Our sweet words turned… Continue reading

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A New York City night.

A New York City night. Was a New York City dark winter night.The cold of Winter made the strangers gathered in the taverns.I sat alone at the bar, writing into my journal.A pretty… Continue reading

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Dear Cheryl prayed to the stars and to the crying midnight moon.

Dear Cheryl prayed to the stars and to the crying midnight moon. Once a beautiful woman believed love was grand, the kisses would become sweeter and love would save her. She would find… Continue reading

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An empty bottle.

An empty bottle. My whiskey dreams, my last grasp at love or the emptiness at the end of the empty bottle. The broken pieces of my life laid shattered. Once sweet songs had… Continue reading

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A safe harbor. And an amazing Harry Chapin song.

A safe harbor. I saw her sitting alone on a park bench. She had a suitcase near her and she watched the sea. She was a pretty girl with sad eyes. I went… Continue reading

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Pretty Peggy. The last dance.

Pretty Peggy. Once I chased you and all I wanted was a kiss, a dance. I told you often, you were the most beautiful girl in my world. We tried to find love… Continue reading

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I should have loved you more. And a beautiful Sinead Harnett song.

I should have loved you more. He left love doorway 2,500 miles away. The hardest and coldest man, he loved the whiskey and he loved the taverns. He loved the darkest days and… Continue reading

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Painting pretty pictures. And a beautiful song by dear Elle.

Painting pretty pictures. Tonight I am drinking the Irish coffee and I am remembering better days. I am painting pretty pictures with my words and I am trying to remember your face. I… Continue reading

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