Bad love. And music by lovely Lindsey Stirling.
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
Tag Archive: Writing
Waiting for a miracle.
Waiting for a miracle. I remember you, I remember us. You were my wild and untamed lady, and I was running to you, and I was running away from you in the same… Continue reading
The city of lights or anywhere.
The city of lights or anywhere. (I am tire of being locked-in. I need a vacation to anywhere.) We sat drinking the American whiskey in a Paris tavern where Dear Hemingway drank his… Continue reading
The coyote is dancing.
The Coyote is dancing. Once, locked-up man knew the solace and the mercy of the kind lakes. Once, the free man danced with the stars and the moon. In the mist of the… Continue reading
You get, what you deserve.
You get, what you deserve. We steal, we borrow, we loan and we want more, we want less. Pretty feet, soft and tender legs I kissed softly, and I looked in her eyes.… Continue reading
The daylight fading.
The daylight fading. Once the kindest woman in Texas weaved me a safe place to be. Dearest Jayne used to hold me tightly and she sang songs of love to me late into… Continue reading
The waltz of the angels.
The waltz of the Angels. I told the barkeeper. Keep the long Island ice teas coming. Sunday morning is a coming. I need to be blinded by the morning. He gave me a… Continue reading
Sometimes we must steal and borrow kisses.
Sometimes we must steal and borrow kisses. Beautiful lady arrived at the Austin’s tavern at twelve trying to escape the Texas Summer heat. Once she wanted everything and more, now she needed the… Continue reading
Show me your real face.
Please show me your real face. I became the Austin City dark poet in 1993. I would advise the young writers and do minor edit on their work. Many of the college kids… Continue reading
St. Patrick Day is coming. All my friends got old. All my friends had settled down.
All my friends had settled down. A Friday night and no-one wanted to go drinking with me. A bloody Friday night and my friends. Watching Hulu and Netflix with their fat wives. I… Continue reading