Gentle on my mind.
Easy on my mind.. She had heard too many useless words spoken and she needed a friend. She was a North Dakota gal, tall, long and so beautiful. She told me on a… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
The day is gone, and the dark nights are here.
The day is gone and the dark nights are here.. I never liked the month of December. I seem to lost more than I gained. Once , after a war, I returned home… Continue reading
Scars, we do have.
Scars, we do have.. The saddest gal in Monterey asked me. You make me laugh when I want to cry, you make me smile when I want to disappear. You hold my hand,… Continue reading
One more cup of coffee.
One more cup of coffee.. She was a California dream, in her eyes. You could see the great sea. In her voice, she could take away all my sadness. I went to her… Continue reading
Love is a cruel mistress.
Love is a cruel mistress… You called me on a Sunny Friday and you asked me. Please Johnnie, meet me in Austin, Texas at midnight. I am feeling lonely, I need to dance… Continue reading
I hope your days be bright and love is near you always.
I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always.. She was the Gypsy girl, Monterey Bay dancer. She would gather her friends and they would find the sea. They… Continue reading
One more cup of coffee and a tall glass of Black Velvet whiskey too.
One more cup of coffee and a tall glass of the Black Velvet too… I loved the Belton, Texas dance halls. The good music, the Texas two-step and the women seeking more than… 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
Barefoot dreams.
Barefoot dreams… I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley, dance club and bar at Seaside. He was forced retired and slowly dying. You would never know it. He maintained his… Continue reading
Seconds in time.
Seconds in time… I learn in a bloody crazy life. Seconds become so important. I went to war in 1991. I called my Grandfather Reyes… Continue reading