Little bird, little bird Out side my window On the bobwire fence Fly away, fly away The beauty!..

how much is a robe of silk?...how much are the golden trumpets?...how much is a field of roses?...how much is a wall of marble?...how much is a kingdom between mountains of lions and me...

I hear the rain Each drop Defined I reminisce Of places

At night they say he was calm His gaze lost.... He was in love.. The stars.. The moon

There was the door With pain it opened It was dark Black as can be For you see

Some are born .the othets die Some walk The others cry Mountains, rivers

He had been Up on the hills For some time He was seeing Through a haze

The stars brightly shown perhaps Wisdom had been sprinkling the sky to calm the ones in the night who were looking ...searching....the mountains around giants full with life aromas, and...

Even if life is on a string... The man should enjoy his dinner.

there is a Wonder a golden light t…

I am a bad man....

I do not write poetry out of distr…

Ah!..san diego!.....the city the gem tucked between mountain and sea where men of honor are made where strength is born in cultured people of immpeccable intent work is hard work is hon...

Blessed be the calm and tranquil Blessed be the man Who does not loose sight Of the virtous horizon Blessed be the honor inside

Listen with calm and joy Listen with happiness ...his story is a tragedy There is joy there is pain There is beauty there is darkness