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I still miss you. And a lovely Sinead Harnett song.
I still miss you. 1- Dear Bridgette, you saved me once on a September day. Your soft voice and gentle heart calmed the rage of a man, drowning in rage. You held my hands and you told me. Johnnie, you will be okay and I will keep you safe. Your gift of warm embraces and soft kisses made the angry man, seek some kind of peace. You would hold be close in the night and you would tell me. You…
Everyone know and no-one is trying to save us.
Everybody knows. New world isn’t so easy. Each day, more people walking the line of homelessness. Do we eat? Do we buy gas? Do we pay our rent? A dollar bill became useless and the people. Reaching for help and the rich men and women eating steak in Washington D.C. They don’t see them. Everybody knows. The monsters are buying the leaders in the USA. Guns, liquor and cigarette lobbyists. They…
Need more love letters and an amazing Clairy Browne song.
Need more love letters. I gave my dearest love, I gave my kindest gal, a love letter. She caressed the letter and she told me. I thought you forgotten me dear lover. Do you believe love words can rebirth my sleeping heart? In a sweet dream, you didn’t forget me. The forgotten kisses became sweeter again and you kept me warm in the cold days of December. You were my dreaming man, and you were…
Wild Irish Rose. And an outstanding George Jones song.
Wild Irish Rose. Pretty gal with emerald eyes and the sweetest voice I ever heard. She told me. Johnnie, Johnnie. You can’t out-run the devil and the Wild Irish Rose won’t save you. She will kill you. I looked into her wild eyes and I told her. It is okay dear Marcella Beatrice, some men run from death and some men run toward death. I have danced with death and in my time. Only the Wild Irish…
Some mercy, please.
Mercy 1- She was so fine, she was so sweet. Prettiest Texas gal in Belton asked me for a dance. I told her, yes ma. She took my hands and we went to the dance floor. Her body near and Willie Nelson singing sweet. We Texas-steps and she told me. I like asking the soldiers to dance. The soldiers, always polite and kind. I looked in her brown eyes and I told her. Thank you for the mercy of…
You are my poetry my dear lover.
You are my poetry my dearest love. I was a soldier, wandering the world seeking adventure and I learn. One day, I was alone. I learn, if you escape home for a long time. You can be forgotten. My wars were ending and I went home. Trying to find places I remembered. I called dear Julie, once good friend. Almost lovers. She answered her phone and she told me. Johnnie, Johnnie. Where you…
One more cup of coffee.
One more cup of coffee.. She was a California dream, in her eyes. You could see the great sea. In her voice, she could take away all my sadness. I went to her at Dusk and I brought her coffee and some fresh pastries. I found her in her garden of wildflowers, surrounded by red roses and white roses. I stood at a distance and I watched her caress the soil with her tender hands. I would bring her…
She told me by Lake St. Clair. Love never did love me.
She told me by Lake St. Clair. Love never did love me. 1- A Summer day…The birds were singing near me.Lake St. Clair was alive and dancing for the children.The sun-kissed my face and I told the Goddess of the lake.Thank you for the perfect day. 2- The cutting…. I watched her cut herself with a razor blade and some blood flowed from her inner thigh. She had a devilist smile and she watched…
Kiss me once, kiss me twice. And a lovely Doris Day song.
Kiss me once, kiss me twice. We learn too late. We can’t have everything we wanted. The chronicle of life can be un-fair. And we learn, somethings cannot be forgiven. Just accepted. Once a pretty gal ran to me in Germany. She called me honey, she called me darling. She told me. Love you so. I sing with Doris day. It had been a long, long time. Been too damn long since I kissed you my…
My Joan of Arc.
My Joan of Arc. Dear beautiful poet, please write on my bare skin, I love you, I love you. Please let’s lay bare and pray. The night will be never-ending. You and me, we want no-more war. You whispered to me. Please more kisses my dark poet, please no-more anger, please no-more disappointment. I kissed my Joan of Arc and I told her. We will escape to the sea. Find a Island, where…
We will pray for more.
She danced barefoot by the Clinton River. A beautiful woman danced alone by the Clinton River, her feet allowing the movement of the river, to caress her feet. The sun, sun-kissed her beautiful face and I could see the joy in her eyes. She stirred my heart, she stirred my pen to write and she made a June afternoon. Perfect. I watched her run deeper into the river, laughing and knowing…
You are easy on my mind.
You are easy on my mind. She had heard too many useless words spoken and she needed a friend. She was a North Dakota gal, tall, long and so beautiful. She told me on a Friday morning. I need wild places, the sea and a friend. I want to see Big Sur, to get drunk in San Francisco and I want to dance in Santa Cruz with street musicians. You are the wild one, Johnnie. You go everything and…
The irony of a love tale, maybe love, maybe not?
The irony of a love tale, maybe love, maybe not? She told me. The irony of a love tale, maybe love, maybe not? She told me, Fickle I am, fickle I was. I love the irony of the first kiss, the first warm day of April. I love the never-ending summer days where we can dance for the lake and the Dust at 9 pm. I know now, kisses are blessings, we will always cherish everyone and we must leap…
Please one more time and a lovely Laura Pausini song.
One more time. 1- Once, you and me, we adored the sea, we loved the whiskey and we loved being in love. 2- She told me, please one more time, please one more time. I twirled her into circles on the lonely beach. I adored her laughter, I adored her gentle voice. She told me, the Pacific Ocean is our ambrosia and please don’t forget your Italian mermaid, who loved to dance with you. By the…
All my friends had settled down.
All my friends had settled down. A Friday night and no-one wanted to go drinking with me. A bloody Friday night and my friends. Watching Hulu and Netflix with their fat wives. I am singing alone in my house. No-body love me no-more, no-one want to have fun no-more. Their damn wives hate me. They think I am the bad example. Just because I made their husband laugh again. I went to band…
Love is blindness.
Love is blindness. She laughed at his words. I told her. Love is blindness, all I can remember, is your face. She gave him a questionable face and she told him. You promise me posy of love, to be read to me before I go to bed nightly. You promise me, midnight walks near the pacific ocean and you promised, never to leave me with anger in our voices, in our eyes. Remember a promise is a…
My enchantress. Letters to Marcella Beatrice.
My enchantress. Letters to Marcella Beatrice. Dear Marcella Beatrice. I do miss you so and you broke my heart at the airport. I know you need your home, Florence and I am a career soldier locked-up in the messy life of soldiers. Sometimes, duty and service can become dirty words. I wanted to follow you to Florence and the pathos of my life would be broken. You taught me, life was more than me…