Daily Archive: November 13, 2019

Ozzy,Lita Ford and some words.

   Close my eyes My rock and roll lady, we were rage, hate and anger, we were going to be great storms, we had youth as our wealth and we loved the night.… Continue reading

Rate this:

“Jealous of the night’

    Jealous of the night Johnnie drinking the lime, cranberry juice and vodka. Kind bartender allowed him needed silence and she ensured his drink was top-off. He loved Monday night at the Stray… Continue reading

Rate this:

Flesh and bones

We are just bones/flesh and blood waiting to be turn to dust. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Why do we live? I believe a wise person lived celebrating every new born day.                              We… Continue reading

Rate this: