Category Archive: pacific ocean

The coastline…

The coastline     I fell in love with her on a December morning. I stop my truck and I was star struck at her beauty, her power.   I walk quickly to… Continue reading

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The poet and the naked lady

 (Watch the videos. Amazing.) The poet and the naked lady I fell in love with a long legged woman, her eyes of never-ending questions and her flowing auburn hair stole my voice and… Continue reading

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My sea love

My sea love Once we were brave. We kissed, we took off our clothing and we left the lights on. I remember you told me. “I am tire of the darkness, I am… Continue reading

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A self-portrait

 A self-portrait The landscape of a righteous life. Can be gentle brushstrokes of restless memories and pretty faces. Old age create clarity and the once fire and brimstone man became the sleeping river.… Continue reading

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I remember you.

I remember you. The summer days were long. The splendor of the blue skies and the bright sun, beckon us to the sea. The heat of hot days, thaw our cold hearts and… Continue reading

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One more time my love

One more time my love In sweet dream, I paint on a empty canvas, the beauty of your face, the softness of your lips. We were world apart and once, we try to… Continue reading

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The sea and the chess game.

Old Poet set-up the chess game and I opened the bottle of tequila. The old man had few friends. People saw a old man with no-place to go. They do not sit with… Continue reading

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California a-dreaming

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

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I’m going to California

I am going to California   I wrote down on a napkin at the Pier in Monterey. “You can’t go back and you can’t kill the memories.”   I was young once and… Continue reading

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Liar’s moon lullaby

Liar’s moon lullaby   I told the liar’s moon, eleven anthrax shots given to my by the Army. I have forgotten more than I remember.   I search my deaden mind for faces,… Continue reading

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