Red Dust
Something else I wrote in the past, which was actually a song and goes quite different....anyway just trying things out.....
Reminiscence
my imagination.....
Carnival
The sun beats down on city streets A haze of heat lays over Concrete beast it barely stirs It is too much lethargic On setting sun the beast it stirs Awakening, reviving People throng the streets around And gaily are they costumed Music s
My Havana
He followed a dream to Havana, Cuba – amid communism and embargo. A beautiful country this Cuba is, and the women are soft on the eyes. There are whores, yes, there are whores aplenty, but not like the ones in Gomorrah. I’ve been there before
I love you/I’m sorry/ Please forgive me/Thank you
she was my greatest love..., by far...
DOPE DOES DASTARDLY DEEDS IN DECEMBER
I GUARANTEE NO ONE, OUT OF THIRTY BILLION GAZILLION people,HAS EVER MET ANYONE AS BENEVOLENT AND STRUNG OUT AS ALAN DeLACKNER---u were a bro and my wife still laughs when she stuffs a chicken--missya too much! (his mother banned me from funeral)
what in the world?
check your emotions at the door, ladies and gentlemen you are about to embark on a journey fastly, you will be among others from all corners of the world words will be processed and set before you how you interpret and deal with those words may
brick by brick
not one of my best
SOMEONE SPECIAL
My kind friend's message set me thinking about how long this seek and find can last. Call it a dead end, stalemate, what not, with no way out, and all roads to wherever we aspire blocked as if by the evil magician.
Regret
Trouble is if you change the past you also lose the good things of the present
-to the tune of Steely Dan's 'Aja'
I've got 'steely dan' on my mind...someone we all know went to see them perform last night at Portsmouth Va (I wasn't invited). tonight, they played at one of my old haunts, Merriweather Post Pavillion in Columbia Md. Bodhisattiva friends!
Thoughts
I never thought the sea would smell so blue and that sharp needles of rain could caress my skin. How was I to know that the wind could whisper words of love That the grass could sing so sweetly. I never dreamed the very air could vibrate with mus
Two Lovers
This is not what I had intended to write But this is what I wrote Maybe somewhere in this mess of words there will be answer to the day I had.
The Stars
When I was young I'd stand at night And to the stars I'd gaze What wonders out there must there be I'd wish to fly up there I'd leave behind this earthly home And to far off stars I'd travel Alien sights and extraterrestrials My life a far r
HOMESTEAD OF THE VALLEY (All Rights Reserved)
THIS POEM IS ABOUT AN OLD HOMESTEAD I ONCE VISITED
DID YOU KNOW?
The older I become, the more I reflect on the irony of life, the irony being I wish I knew when I was young and pretty what I know now. The world was my 'oyster' only I did not know 'diddly squat' about life... (says she smiling at the irony!
Enough of mourning
Enough of mourning and of pain It´s time to live and laugh again So take my hand and let us walk spend an evening with good talk. We´re alive and today is ours for tomorrow who knows? Enough of problems and of stress forget the world, it´s suc
thoughts of an insomniac
Shortly after my separation I was walking around at about two in the morning and this came to me.
connecting twitts
pure crackpot creation..in a dream I met the god machine game.. sorry guys Iam autistic,but the law recognize my right to subversion. I love you all.
score
she was dreaming,listening the rain on the windows.. sh'es a wonderful liar..
The Craft Of Knots
She was a great sailing ship a sqaure rig that went around Cape Horn the opposite way, my grand dad, was there.
wind down
that indian, he ain't come to town still, summer's started windin' down you can feel it in the air some how this season's seasoning, time to avow do soldiers march with cadence strident? as sure of battles outcomes provident as time of Sol m
Poems of love
I want to write poems of love just for you Fragments frozen forever of our time together. I want to sing songs of joy just for you Moments of magic never forgotten but most of all, I want to say "thank you" just for being for me my own poem
Have I Told You How Much I Love You
The age of steam
Now
Now, what is it? A point or speck of dust in time frontier between past and future? And the past? filed contents of life lived our personal computor unchangeable with memories sharp as steel or jagged broken glass bitter as unripe olives. O
Ode to a Frontier Legend, Parts I & II
I penned both of these after watching Dances with Wolves!
Ode to a Proud Race
I am part Cherokee and I composed this after reading about what they went through.
the hours
the hours of the day
The Ring
A ring is like a circle. No beginning no end. I do not remember a time in my life I have not loved. Nor do I expect to ever know a time that I do not love. Love is my forever. No beginning no end. To love is a gift.
Enough of mourning
Enough of mourning and of pain It´s time to live and laugh again so take my hand and let us walk, spend an evening with good talk. We´re alive and today is ours let´s feel the sun and gather flowers. For tomorrow who knows? Enough of problems
Shake off the dust
Shake off the dust wipe away the tears. Just let´s get out of the desert. Take me where I can smell the blueness of the sea, taste the salt on my skin feel the wind in my hair. Savour this flavour of life. Shake off the dust, wipe away th
Sitting alone
In the fan cooled room I sit alone in the buzzing silence sadness and regrets churning within me. Many were the mistakes made unuttered words and phrases others spoken in anger in the bitterness of frustration some sins committed decisions
Moonwalk
I will always remember this birthday!
Godess of beauty
Well this poem is about the beautiful ideals from ancient greece .... Hope You liked it ! Will love to write a poem for anyone that requests !
Think no more of dying
Think no more of dying winter won´t last forever. I´m no longer crying for in your arms I´m lying, warm and safe in your embrace our bodies curled together waiting for spring.
Summers a Beach
Yes I said Beach... Sand and sun...hard to beat!
Circles of life.
Such a need I have to know that which cannot possibly be known, the past joys and sorrows, pains and pleasures of my beloved´s life. the locked doors and hidden rooms of his heart that I can never enter. I sit outside on the threshold the d
Minutes in Memoriam
Milky shower clouds obscure my visage; a product of my father's father's father. Anxiously I swipe the folds of cotton terry sweeping away the opaque reflection, revealing genetic threads running in lines on my face. The pungence of lye soap s
Memories Fading Like Old Flowers
Skimming through the pages of our old family bible....
HEARTH
Another translation from the poetess belonging to the same pleiad of Tbilisi poets of all nationalities writing in Russian.
The Street
S#@t happens.
Under the sky
Peaceful places allow us to get away from the chaos