I do not write poetry out of distr…

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…

I hear the rain Each drop Defined I reminisce Of places

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

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...

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

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

Destino Viene de arriba Leyendas El hombre De acciones

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...

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...…

Para aser las cosas bien el homre…

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

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...

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