Blinded, but not dead yet
Blinded, but not dead yet. (Old poem from 6 July 1993. Must go to the bottom of the barrel to be able to see the light. Now I see chances to do good… Continue reading
Blinded, but not dead yet. (Old poem from 6 July 1993. Must go to the bottom of the barrel to be able to see the light. Now I see chances to do good… Continue reading
Bacchus wine and beautiful ladies Once I was free, once I didn’t slumber in living. I remember the sea, I remember barely dressed women dancing for the Pacific. The rhyme and song of… Continue reading
Dear Clinton, Michigan You told me often, love wasn’t enough, the heart become too hidden with time and age. —— California isn’t enough I called my beautiful Jenny and I told her.… Continue reading
Let us kiss and never part She told the wandering soldier, be my love and stay with me in old Monterey. She brought his face into her warm bosom and she sang… Continue reading
Gypsy soul Once, I walked in the clouds, The highest Honduras mountains, I stood upon. I was a free man. Once, I danced with the Pacific, the Winter storms taught me.… Continue reading
Have mercy Pretty girl, she told me. Chameleons faces we have, we have become strangers to self, forgot who we were. Once we were whiskey drinking people, who sang and danced, all… Continue reading
A California a-dreaming Once on a full moon night in the Winter of 1992, I found my true love. I saw her dancing and moving for me and she bewitched my heart… Continue reading
The silence and the sea Blessed is the man who knew regret and he learn from it. Lucky is the man who loses the emotion of rage, learn to live in the splendor… Continue reading
My great love I told the young writer, we shall have many great loves. Many women will steal our heart, make us want everything and more. But there are those maidens, who… Continue reading
I called your name I called your name standing on the Monterey pier. The stars didn’t listen to my prayer. I recalled a memory, a blessing, a forsaken place and tangle… Continue reading