Tag Archive: Writing

Hanging with Bukowski and a poem. The loveliest girl in Monterey.

The loveliest girl in Monterey… The loveliest gal in Monterey, she hated love and disliked men who begged for attention. I was the midnight poet and I would go to her shop in… Continue reading

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Another time, another place.

Another time, another place….. The loneliness man at Fort Hood volunteered for missions in Central American. He wanted to escape everything and he wanted to taste the Hemingway’s tropical paradise. Once he sought… Continue reading

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The stranger songs.

Houses built on sand will sink. Love built on false hope will not endure. Desperate love, passionate love is just release for the sake of the body and not the heart. Just fragments… Continue reading

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Love demand payment.

Love demand payment. Young soldiers with old eyes sat alone by the New Jersey Atlantic sea. Writing words upon old journal for few to see.He wrote words with many meanings.Reap what you sow.Prey… Continue reading

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Coffee, me and you.

Coffee, me and you. “Then shall thy circling arms embrace and dip my naked body, and thy balmy lips. Bathe me in juices of kisses, who perfume like a religious incense shall consume.”    … Continue reading

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Freedom is missed, when she is lost.

Coyote spirit A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last dream is freedom. When it is gone. What is left? Coyote spirit. (In Native American Myth. The Coyote was the joker. Laugh at life and held… Continue reading

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Lovers and losers.

Lovers and losers She told me. I will cry for you. I would die for you. I will do anything to make you feel safe and loved. Please stay with me. The lonesome… Continue reading

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Peace will come, even if, only by one.

Peace will come, even if, only by one. Old man sat by the sea. He whispered a prayer. An old prayer repeated often in his lifetime. “Please God of the sea, please god… Continue reading

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The Iron Mountain song.

The Iron Mountain song. I have finished my journey and I drove to Iron Mountain. Been 30 years since I saw your face and I needed to talk to you one more time… Continue reading

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I told my children. Live a Hemingway life. Je t’aime.

Je t’aime- I love you You told me in Paris once. “Je t’aime my Johnnie.” Your words like sweet wine overtook my mind and heart. Today  I remembered you. Dark brown eyes and… Continue reading

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