Nevermore, evermore or nothing more.
Nevermore, evermore or nothing more. She told me, please take of the mask. You may not like what you see. You have learned to love the darkness, please look closer, look closer till… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
Jazzy Wednesday poetry. Always ask for more.
Jazzy Wednesday poetry.1- I told her she was so damn pretty. I love those eyes of coffee brown. I had watched her dance alone. Tight black dress, strong legs and robust body made… Continue reading
Fabiola, my Fabiola.
Now nothing remains the same. Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Brought back the canvas of your perfect body, kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name, Fabiola. Made… Continue reading
The Masquerade.
The masquerade. A New Orleans tale. Was a blue moon night in New Orleans and no-one wanted to show their real face. Beer, wine and liquor was plentiful. Women were exotic and the… Continue reading
We will know happiness, we will know sadness.
(April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty.) We will know happiness, we will know sadness. 1- Once I drank in life, once I search for new places and new faces. I left… Continue reading
Hotel California.
Hotel California… I was station in California in 1992. After the war ending, I was blessed, a old dream came true. I was living on the California coastline. I had no debt and… Continue reading
A Germany story of love.
(April is poetry month. New poem number fourteen.) A Germany story of love. Once upon a time, I was nineteen in 1977. Proud, strong and the world was my place to conquer. I… Continue reading
I was Doc Holliday and you were my Texas gal.
I was Doc Holiday and you were my Texas gal. “Doc Holliday prayer. I pray I die with a gun in my hand; I pray I die with a pretty Texas dancing gal… Continue reading
Beautiful Maria showed me the way to the fray.
A woman, too pretty to be near me. She took my hands and she told me. Johnnie, Johnnie. You must find the Fray. Your organized life is killing you and your dead dreams… Continue reading
We prayed for more. And an amazing Serena Ryder song.
Wild and free. 1- I was seeking you; you were seeking me. You knew I was near the Monterey Bay. I was writing words for the Pacific Ocean, and I was thinking of… Continue reading