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
Tag Archive: Writing
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
Dead man walking..
Dead man walking.. Once alive man, now the drowning man. He sat alone in quiet apartment with the 30-30 on the table. He learned by two funerals, his life was wasted and he… Continue reading
Sacred lover.. And a amazing George Jones song.
The rays of the sun.. Drunk man wishing. Alone on destine hill. He dreamed she was near. He dreamed he was in her embrace and her tender fingers were caressing his face. She… Continue reading
Delicate and boundless..
Delicate and boundless.. Marianne found me drinking alone by the Texas river. I was drinking the Black Velvet whiskey at noon and writing old-man poetry. She took my journal and she read my… Continue reading
Dear Daniela.
Dear Daniela.. Dear Daniela. I have lived and died for love. I have learn to accept less and I became the street poet. I found her waiting for me in Santa Cruz. She… Continue reading