Showing posts with label Some Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Some Poetry. Show all posts

Saturday, January 18, 2020

Goodbye to those Memories…

Remembering a friendship, like a midnight walk through town. You see the taverns and the dark alleys.

Thursday, January 16, 2020

Miracles can Heal

Love does heal, love does erase the past pains and love does light up even the darkest of moments. Love for oneself is the rage these days and it is the first step towards understanding and respecting just who you are. But when you give love selflessly that is when the healing begins.

Tuesday, January 14, 2020

Simplicity in Love

mi ricorderĂ² per sempre, il tuo profumo, il tuo tocco, le tue labbra sulle mie labbra ... anche se era solo una notte ...

Monday, January 13, 2020

Memories or Where did the Time Go?

Reminiscing being in 7th and 8th grade with a great group of friends... Over 40 years ago.. Why are the memories so clear? Is it because I've edited out some scenes or changed the endings in my mind?

Sunday, October 27, 2019

Poison and Theft

Poison and Theft and a wealth of rationalizations.

Friday, October 25, 2019

The Stranger in the reflection, only confirms your intuition that you are not who you think you are, will be or ever was...

Sunday, September 01, 2019

Deceptive Truth

Signs point me in the wrong direction or perhaps I am reading them wrong? Living a life in a self deception and feeling if it's been me behind the mask all along? Lost in this wilderness… I don't want to… Be free… I don't want to… Lose sight of me…

Monday, August 12, 2019

When the time has Run out…

When love is all around, as you are lowered into the ground - what are you feeling? Is it peace or regret?

Thursday, August 08, 2019

Frenzied life

Willy Loman, George Costanza, Freddy Goodwell, salesman who lost their way and ended up with nothing, a pole and a legacy erased. Somewhere Howard Beale is opening a window as the king of mice contemplates his next move. T.S. Garp walks through the halls and sees Harpo Marx taking to himself out loud, while Charlie […]

Thursday, July 11, 2019

Love can be that way

Her eyes were wide open in love and she could see no imperfections in the man who held her hand.  Love can be that way…

Tuesday, July 02, 2019

A Masterpiece in Shreds

I see you, you see me and you turn away and blush. I smile and you see me from the side with a quick glance, I smile and I walk closer. I sense your perfume and I yearn for your lips, your neck… I remember the times we sat together facing an empty stage, your […]

Monday, July 01, 2019

Open Your Hands

Like an early December evening, the sun sets too soon and the darkness swallows up the tunes and I forget the words to your song, is that even possible?

Thursday, June 06, 2019

Fire in the Well

The rivers that surround us are overflowing, some folks are praying for the rain to stop. I'm just walking in circles trying to catch even one raindrop…

Wednesday, June 05, 2019

Pink and Other shades of Love

A Shadow of two people dancing as a crooner sings a song professing his love for his lady. They are slow dancing on a roof somewhere and the shadow is being cast by a full moon over New York City. The crooner is coming out of a small radio and the couple are each from France. They had arrived in New York ten years earlier, separately, with different spouses, to escape the Germans who were now marching through Paris, but who back then, were just knocking on the doors of France  - all set to break them down if not opened.

Friday, May 31, 2019

Purity in Emotion

Childhood...the wonder years...purity in emotion, purity in exuberance and purity in intention...

Tuesday, May 28, 2019

Whispers in Whispers

Walking across the wooden bridge it moans with each step as the beanstalk lady comes racing by in her never-ending quest of running… to where? From whom?

Tuesday, May 21, 2019

Which Side, Paradise?

Through a window, a phone booth and a stranger, in dark glasses and a blue jean suit. A railroad not far from here and you can feel the ground stutter and shake softly… As the stranger stands on front of an old phone booth, in old New York City… Where the ghosts from the days […]

Monday, April 08, 2019

You Know the Song

There was a sunrise and then just as quickly a sunset. You know the song… Time goes way too quickly and youth vanishes overnight.

Wednesday, March 27, 2019

Music and all those Sounds

An old photograph, song or an aroma can bring back a sense of love, desire or romance to an empty deserted road once filled with laughter and inspired thousands of tales. It's now littered with knocked down homes, abandoned vehicles, stray dogs, alley cats and squirrels who wander the streets in search of crumbs or what may have fallen on the ground...