love
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Run away with me.(An old poem written in 1992 with a light rewrite.) Sweetest and prettiest gal in Ann Arbor.Please run away with me.Let’s toss all our useless dreams away and please take my hand.Hand in hand, we will roam to the sea,we will free-climb the free mountainsand we will seek new places and new… Read more
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She is free 1- She found me at the Pacific, she taught me how to dance with the sea, she taught me to love Irish coffee and she taught me. love should be easy and free, a safe please to rest, not held captive. 2- We sang free-bird to the Pacific, we drank whiskey at… Read more
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Hello again. For my dearest Peggy. I have learned to love the darkness of the taverns and the jazz clubs, where the people with nothing to hide, can go. Old men and old women tell their stories. The stories are less fiction, just a place to confess their sins. They do not try to impress… Read more
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Unwashed memories. At the Purgatory Inn in Austin, Texas. No-one seek to save you; no-one is seeking salvation. Just leftover people finding peace in the whiskey and the sad country songs. Pretty Sally, long legged Texas gal told me. I have watched you for three years. You believed you have won when the whiskey is… Read more
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A thousand years Where are you, my sweet lover? I searched for you and all I found was traces of smiles and scent of gentle and sweet perfume left. We had an untamed love. You turned me inside out and made me bleed often. You taught me I could feel and I was alive. I… Read more
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Boundless sea, honey love and sacred fire. It was early Summer of 1994, and I was stationed in Texas. I went to Austin, Texas for my second open poetry reading. I was trying to live the Hemingway life. The strong drink, loud song and delightful, beautiful dancing ladies in the untamed taverns of Austin. I… Read more
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You are my masterpiece. I saw you drinking and dancing alone. You were still as beautiful as in the Spring of 1978 when our eyes met for the first time. I remember you came to me and you told me. Famous American, I finally caught your attention. I told you, this beautiful May Day became… Read more
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The light and the darkness. She told me. The black heart, too dark and too cold for love. Is just barren soil. Nothing can live in soil swimming in the blood of heartache and disappointment. Love can degrade us; love can delight us. Us mortals believe we are the only ones who had lived and… Read more
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Lilac wine 1- She told me, maybe, maybe not. Let’s allow the lilac wine, to write the story for us. 2- Life is many colors, we can paint her black, we can paint her red, we can paint her white. We decide the beginnings, the endings. 3- Let’s fall in love, we have the lilac… Read more
