The twisted dance of love..
The twisted dance of love..(Written in 1988) I lay beside you in the night of the Germany December.I felt the heat of tender flesh and I looked into your blue eyes.They shined like… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
One more time..
One more time.. Should I stay or should I go? Should we create a fire, we cannot put out.I whispered sweet baby, just one more time. Just one more kiss and just one… Continue reading
The sea and the chess game..
The sea and the chess game.. Old Poet set-up the chess game and I opened the bottle of tequila.The old man had few friends. People see an old man with no-place to go.They… Continue reading
He remembered love..
He remembered love.. Old man sat by the Lake St. Clair. He saw an auburn beauty walking the biking path, her eyes of sea-water blue and her soft smile lost in kind memory… Continue reading
Boundless sea, honey love and sacred fires.
Boundless sea, honey love and sacred fires.. It was early Summer of 1994 and I was stationed at Texas. I went to Austin, Texas for the a poetry reading. I was trying to… Continue reading
Passing through..
Passing through.. A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer. We can never win. Jack London once wrote. “The gods always win. Men believe they can… Continue reading
Write, write and write some more..
Write, write and write some more.. What would this world be without words? The ancient writers wrote of war and love without fear.Many of the great writers were damn for their thoughts.I’m thankful… Continue reading
The storm. And amazing music.
Please stay all night with me.. She was my first storm I danced with. I loved how her long strawberry red hair moved when she danced by the Lake Superior lake. It was… Continue reading
Bad love…
Bad love.. I felt the darkness of the night overtaking the lights of the day. Stealing away the gentleness that is left in me. The once sweet memories had turn to a cancer.… Continue reading
A arousing illusion.
Arousing illusion.. Old man told the kid sitting with him at the bar.The senses. Taste, smell, sight, touch and hearing.Make us live and die in them.Make us want things we cannot have and… Continue reading