Russian Roulette.
Russian roulette… Beautiful young woman danced on a stage on the border of Austin Texas, moving like a beautiful butterfly in the breeze. She held the attention of the men holding tightly to… Continue reading
Tag Archive: suicide
Russian Roulette.
The gray whale… For dear Leona…. Empty bottles of tequila and whiskey sitting on the floor. Unshaven man stared at a empty walls. He is sitting at a small table. On the table… Continue reading
For dear Moriah. A beautiful butterfly in heaven now.
( It is a hard world. We need to listen, show concern and tell the people we love and care for. Come to us, you have a safe place to heal.) 1- Silence… Continue reading
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
SOS..
SOS.. 1- When a poet cries, he cried alone. He write his tears to paper and allow them to be settle into a journal. Sometime madness can find us and we forget to… Continue reading
For my Brothers, Chuck and Scott.. God was never on your side.
God was never on your side.. I wrote into many journals. Bastards like me, can’t feel and they don’t know fear. I never had a heart till it was too late. Too late… Continue reading
Silence and listen..
Silence and listen.. Old man sitting alone and he is talking to the wind. Sending apologies to old memories.Once a proud man filled with self-praise and goals. Today the goals mean nothing.Pride just… Continue reading
For my brother. Written in 1988.
( April is poetry month. Poem number five. I found a old journal from 1988. This poem was never published. Old words, old sadness. Become leftover pain, we learn to live with.) For… Continue reading
Too late for forgiveness..
( My two brothers Scott and Chuck. Scott committed suicide in 1987 and Chuck in 1988. I didn’t know they feared life.) (If you feel death is more important then life. Please call… Continue reading
Words, never spoken..
Words, never spoken… Last two years been very hard. 2023 and 2024, I lost many to cancer, suicide and to sickness. Today I miss their voices and I yearn to talk to them… Continue reading