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

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

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

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…

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

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

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

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

I am a bad man....

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...

If ever I am vain I will be slain If ever I lie I will die If ever I disrespect

I do not write poetry out of distr…

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

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