I do not write poetry out of distr…

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

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

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

I hear the rain Each drop Defined I reminisce Of places

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...

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...

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

The souls Of the good Are a wonder The souls Of the good

I can hear hear frank sinatras fly… I can see the old timers smile I can see the boys huddle Planning schemeing and dreaming I can hear the pirates acordion on…

Destino Viene de arriba Leyendas El hombre De acciones

En el monte Se escuchan Las acordiones Al cielo cantan La balada

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

there is a Wonder a golden light t…

As a child I was told Of a story true A man old In his last days he saw Incredible beauty