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Aging Troubadour. I sing sweet songs to serenade the beauty on the balcony. Her fierce duenna has forbade the maid to show herself to me. I hear her trying to persuade her to allow a glance at me. You must keep well back in the shade and hide your face most carefully The lady did […]
Pale moonlight shining on the mist.
May well convince you ghosts exist.
The apparitions that you see.
You can ascribe to fantasy
When I die I ask that I be buried so that I lie in the heart of that dense black forest at the foot of those mist-shrouded mountains Dig a deep
I love the rain on a dreary day. A beautiful day sowed by turbulent, gray sky blasting wild breezes that whip around with drenching downpours
which soak through the core echoing my mood
I drank Modigliani that morning with my eyes, greedily
To the last drop of his brushes caught in the frame of my past
I was thinking of you …
There comes a time, when the walls fall down. We see age in the eyes of a friend. We smile.
Some lines for Yevgeny on his departure to parts unknown… Quietly in a cup of hot chai. Besides the swift stream of the living soul
‘Twas the ninth of September, That day I chose, To ready myself, For one final dangerous road. Just wanted the fame, the wealth, the prestige,
Where does your blood flow? What river gives you its roar? On Inauguration Day… For there is a Mississippi that floods my veins And when I hear that roar in my temples, sounds of– –Nashville like an angel chorus… and then it rains… Through my heart… from the Appalachians to the gulf– –of Mexico… across […]
A coven of witches and murder of ravens
At the Remington of our last Absolution
For the black waves of despair have reached the heavens