..tell me friend is life not like… It must take work to get a hold of ...ah..but after the work.... The golden sweetness..

Have you seen me?... If you have Can you please Tell me To come back

I hear the rain Each drop Defined I reminisce Of places

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

I am a bad man....

there is a Wonder a golden light t…

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

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

Those tales of Men who souls are… Those tales of virtuous bandits...…

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...

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

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

Drink..!..man!..drink! For some men! After these nights! Better they think!....

I do not write poetry out of distr…

I think ill sit alone for awhile To call upon Wisdom so that my eyes might open Perhaps calm will come then And I will forget