Category Archive: muse

“I knew how to sing once dear Julie

I knew how to sing once dear Julie   Once I believe in love and I believed in the ambrosia of forever. When I drink my coffee late at night and I write.… Continue reading

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“Forget me not”

Forget me not I dreamed of you, I dreams of us. I picked-up the phone. I was dreaming of your face, your voice, the softness of your hands. I dreamed of your long… Continue reading

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“Fire, the flame and you”

  Fire, the flames and you   You are my river of joy, my muse in the mist of confusion.   I have hurt myself often, set fire to my dreams and watched… Continue reading

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A kind and sweet lullaby

Please sing to me, a kind and sweet lullaby.   In the night when I’m overtook by the weight of life. You touched my face and brought my head into the safety of… Continue reading

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My masterpiece

  My masterpiece   Once blushing beauty stole my heart. She create a rage of need I never knew. She found me sitting alone by the Boeblingen lake and her river blue eyes… Continue reading

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“Let’s drink and pray for more”

Let’s drink and pray for more   Wild child danced alone on Austin Dance floor, barely old enough to be in the dark taverns of Downtown Austin. Her wild eyes searched for what… Continue reading

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The water and the fire

  The water and the fire   I told the Irish beauty in the tavern in Austin, Texas. Some men are dying and some men are living. Death is like a fire. It… Continue reading

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My great love- part two

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

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A lullaby for dear Luna

A lullaby for dear Luna   Once I chased the moon, once I sang to her, great songs of love. “Dear Luna, you are a miracle to behold, please come and dance with… Continue reading

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I called your name

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

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