Tag Archive: California

“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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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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Dead flowers

   Dead flowers —————————————————————————————————————————————- Once we tried to catch the wind. We loved the California fault line and the Pacific. She loved the black velvet whiskey and I loved her. I always brought… Continue reading

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Stormy sea

Stormy sea   The beauty of the Monterey bay, left us feeling peaceful and thankful. The Poets read at the Pacific Grove coffee shop tonight. The 20 or so people enjoyed hearing the… Continue reading

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Pretty words

Pretty words   Dangerous beautiful lady in her tight black dress and wearing chain of amethyst crystal upon her neck. Was my crystal once and she wanted it more than I did. She… Continue reading

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A Monterey Summer day

A Monterey Summer day   The poet sat alone drinking his coffee near the Monterey Bay. He was 35 years old and he felt like he had lived five lifetimes. The soldiers in… 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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Angela

Dear Angela   A pretty girl sat with me by the sea and she whispered to me. “You know who I’m and what I do. And you stayed with me. All I know… Continue reading

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