“I am 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 I… Continue reading
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 I… Continue reading
A whisper, a prayer (For Corporal Anne Vassas) Our children, are like a garden to us. We want them to expand and grow to evermore. Once unstoppable spirit, left my… Continue reading
My Summer day wish, my Fall moon blessing ————————————————————————————————————————- In your eyes, I saw the sea, I saw a miracle in those eyes of golden brown, you took my hands and I knew.… Continue reading
The color of love Dear lover. You made me come alive. The fire in you eyes make me wish to swim in your brown eyes and drown in the the gentleness of… Continue reading
I’ll take care of you Longing, belonging and believing. Love was life, life was love. I learn, bleeding, screaming and the damn whiskey can’t kill the memory. Once, with a single kiss.… Continue reading
Rear-end of a so-call love She poured the tequila and she told me I’m the only one. I whispered to her. To the only one I’m holding tonight and I kissed… Continue reading
(Thank you Mahafsoun for the photo) Somethings shouldn’t beheld or touched You have taunted my dreams and made me wish for sordid and frenzy nights, captured in your embrace. … Continue reading
The cursed lullaby Once love was so damn sweet, we had the long nights and the sweetest kisses. You were my Beatrice and I was your willing Dante. Willing to pay the price… Continue reading
My gin and juice lullaby Once we stripped bare naked and we showed real face and real skin. You were fire and I was water. My greed was to steal everything I could.… Continue reading
The wicked game I am not right no-more, I will never be right again. Your sweet song made me want the madness, the madness of loving you forever. Your eyes stole my mind,… Continue reading