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

Para aser las cosas bien el homre…

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

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...

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

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

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

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...

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

I am a bad man....

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

there is a Wonder a golden light t…

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