Category Archive: California

“Dear Monterey”

Dear Monterey   The kind Gods took me from war to you dear Monterey. I joined wars to try to die the proper death. Suicide, I couldn’t do. War didn’t want my death.… Continue reading

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My Fabiola

Fabiola   (Now nothing remains the same)   Your name came to me late in the midnight hour, brought back the canvas of your perfect body, your kind smile and your beautiful face.… Continue reading

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“The darkest days”

The darkest days Winter of 1992 was holding on and I was hiding out on Highway one. I brought the vodka and pineapple juice to Big Sur. Me and my soldier friend Robert… Continue reading

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“The ankle bracelet”

The ankle bracelet The defining of beauty is easy to describe. I have stood on mountain tops and worshiped the hawks and the eagles, I have been in the arms of the great… Continue reading

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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

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“Please come home to me”

Please come home to me I called you from Monterey. I told you the sea is so beautiful, the Pacific ocean sings to me, bring me hope. I drink coffee all day, I… Continue reading

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Bacchus wine and beautiful ladies

 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

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Anywhere- I need a field trip

Anywhere   We had some wine, a few packs of cigarettes and we were heading west. We were a-California dreaming.  You told me I want the sea, a quiet place. I embraced you… Continue reading

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Her gypsy heart

Gypsy heart     Her eyes, clear blue like the sea, her voice, gentle and sweet. She told me, open the locked doors, wide. We decide if our life and journey is, a… Continue reading

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Wild horses

 Wild horses Once we made pretty wishes to the California rising sun. You were the artist and I was the word man. We loved the sea, the quiet desert and the midnight silence… Continue reading

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