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Write, write and write some more. What would this world be without words? The ancient writers wrote of war and love without fear.Many of the great writers were damn for their thoughts. I’m thankful for the realistic words of Dryden. Mark Twain honest and direct words and Kosinski for making me see the true and… Read more
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“You taste like sunshine just like you’ve been kissed by the morning light and I was the darkness dancing with the stars carelessly, breathlessly and our lips meet softly. color creeping in the atmosphere the absolute lightest darkness dawn is breaking: A fleeting moment when the sun can kiss the moon (AKR)” Summer solstice- When… Read more
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We were young once. “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But there off in the end despondency and madness.”Wordsworth “Soldiers rest! Thy warfare o’er, Dream of fighting fields no more: sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, morn of toil, nor nights of waking.”Sir Walter Scott” Easy life and quiet death.”Sir Walter Scott… Read more
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A twisted lullaby, maybe? Was the first of June and Johnnie and Lucy wanted an adventure. Johnnie told his dear Lucy, I have loved you yesterday and today, I love you more. She laughed at his words. She smiled and she told him. You American boys can speak sweet words seeking kiss and a slow… Read more
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(Dear Jenny in 1992.) Purgatory Inn and no place to go. I told the bartender, I have the long Island iced tea fresh and cold, please keep them coming.They love the big tippers.Purgatory Inn is open early and closes late.Safe place for a man who wants nothing. I roll the simple purple stone in my… Read more
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(I need you, I don’t need you.) Damn if you do, damn if you don’t. Perfect beautiful girl came to me in the midnight hour. Eyes of hazel green, robust and young body demanding my attention. I knew the ending before the beginning. She was wildflowers free in heart and a crashing sea in the… Read more
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Wild Maria, dancing Maria. My Winter storm…. The crimson night, the thunder storms of life had brought me to you. I watched you from a distance and I dreamed of moonlight nights, feeling your body against me moving with the music. I knew you were a whirlwind, a untamed wild sea and a free butterfly… Read more
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Two Guitars. Was a warm May-day in Monterey and the sea was wild tonight. Once loud man, now quiet man drank his whiskey alone and he prayed for nothing more, nothing less. Once he was the laughing man, the smiling man. He drank the whiskey from the bottle and he told the stars. My last… Read more
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Spin the bottle. Old man sat alone and he told me. Damn if you do, damn if you don’t. Life is like spin the bottle and playing with your sister. All you get is a kiss on the cheek. Today I masquerade as a free man. My Jack Daniel warm and tasty, leave me cold… Read more
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Missing pieces. Part two. The Korean war was a short and bloody war. My father did two tours in Korea. He only spoke of war when drunk late at night. The rum opened door to memories and friends faces left in the Korean dirt. I would sit at a distance. He would have conversation with… Read more
