Copacabana Beach, Rio, Brazil
Drinking cachaça
Bonita morenas
Gringo no go casa
Copacabana Beach, Rio, Brazil
Drinking cachaça
Bonita morenas
Gringo no go casa
Clinging to palm tree
The Iguana looks at me
Like I’m trespassing
Tap Tap Tap the keys
Rum coke typewriter and me
Deep in fantasy
Eating nuts in trees
Squirrels could care less about
Human luxuries
Jumping out of bed
I rush out to my garden
To pick morning crops
Sprinkling tear-drops
Continuity is lost
Cold like winter frost
Chip away extras
Wanting more more only festers
Toys are our masters
Mail carrier
Hauls his delivery bag
Full of surprises
Always at same time
She sits and drinks her red wine
Blocking out her mind
Working heavy bag
Stress drifts away from me like
Helium balloon
Paddling canoe
In the Florida Everglades
The boy becomes man
Scorching hot asphalt
Reminds me of obstacles
Faced in my lifetime
Season over soon
We will have beach to ourselves
Start up Bar-B-Que
I’m a block of ice
That you pulverize
With your pick and sledgehammer
Walking to the edge
Overcome with emotion
She sat down and cried
Smoking my corn pipe
Sitting on the river bank
A fantastic life
Numerous do try
It’s about longevity
Have the discipline
The cauldron burns red
Hatred will devour soul
Torment on deathbed
Walking down alley
The man looks up to the moon
Screaming
We are fools
Without loyalty
No relationship
Will be able to endure
The executive
Was always top of his game
Then he lost his mind
The human vultures
Violently feast on carcass
While drinking fine wine
Do not be afraid
A man does not play small games
Mirror hides nothing
It’s nice getting old
Let youth chase after riches
I’m playing my flute
The elevator
Opens and closes its doors
Like the flow of life
Walking in Garden
The Hermit enjoys the scent
of Angel Trumpets
Laying on the dunes
Looking up at the full moon
I begin to cry
Have you ever hurt
so much that you cannot breathe?
Why do we have hearts?
Winners have thick skin
Do not care what people think
March forward like horse
STOP take a moment
Analyze situation
Will save you mistakes
Small business people
Survive with innovation
That is all we have
Early morning haze
Skipping stones across the lake
Time to meditate
You’re the hit parade
No one knows it’s a charade
Our little secret
Morning call to prayer
Centuries of tradition
Islam carries on
Tick tock clicking clock
Age creeps up on all of us
Do not miss the bus
Daisen Temple
Slowly raking rock garden
The years fly on by
Amazon Brazil
Nativos Brazileiros
Swept from their homeland
Berlin Germany
The dominatrix
Freed him from reality
I’m a Gemini
Savoring all life’s pleasures
Until day I die