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Christiaan

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I Express Myself Through Writing

A old tired cowboy that’s rode miles across the great terrain of America as well as Mexico. His eyes have seen numerous sunsets that seemed to stretch for miles across the dessert sky. Campfires spent alone , drifting asleep remembering shootouts w...

I Express Myself Through Writing

I have my internal wars ,will you come and help me hid them behind these doors.All my demons I’ve tried to put away , they come alive during the night and day. I told her that If my cross was to much for her to help me carry ,then maybe we should n...

I Express Myself Through Writing

Remember. Last night I held you in my arms and kissed your forehead as you after tucking you into bed. I gently close your bedroom door , leaving just enough light to come into your room just as you liked it. I went to the kitchen and finished...

I Express Myself Through Writing

A veteran awakes from a nightmare and takes a look around . His eyes that seen so much horror can now see more beauty than he can even begin to describe. He hears peaceful and beautiful music softly playing from somewhere up above. The veteran...

I Express Myself Through Writing

Yellow Rose For the last twelve years on July 26 Jesse Spring and his daughter Ally have been riding out in his Chevy , bringing with them a new yellow rose to replace the old one at the grave. Pulling up their arm sleeves in the heat of the...

I Express Myself Through Writing

Lonely birds whistle. You don't run to me anymore like you used to. Guess that's just something I will have to miss. Staying up at night as I lay there wondering if after all these years is that just something women do. I wake in the morning , lean...

I Express Myself Through Writing

Saw my grave and thought that maybe in a day or so. The whiskey is all gone and my words can't no longer make a song. Maybe this whole idea of living on the road and chasing a dream has finally claimed my life. I will awake from a dream knowing the...

I Express Myself Through Writing

Music drives me to a place where tears of pain, smiles of joy ,and words of inspiration can come to me with every different beat. You can’t really understand the connection unless you feel in deep inside your heart. The best of a drum solo, a kick...

I Express Myself Through Writing

Although I listen to all type of music, Country music will always be my favorite. Taken me back to to Music City the tiresome this old broken down bus will roll along and the radio will play a new country hit. Once back in Tennessee as I sit in...

I Express Myself Through Writing

A Roadies Dance He was just a roadie only there to pick up after the band. Every night stack it up then tear it all down. She was a devout follower of the band... Loved the music, knew every line. He always envied the guys and how the women...

I Express Myself Through Writing

A cold brisk morning says hello as the old man slowly climbed out of bed. Remembering at that moment how lonely the winter can make a person feel. Pouring himself a shot of warmth as he readies himself to walk out and grab a new batch of firewood....

I Thank All Veterans For Their Service And Sacrifices

I Express Myself Through Writing

Good night to the Angel from Montgomery. Good night to the hippie in New Orleans on Bourbon, rolling one and trying to hang on to the 70s. Good night to Janis and good night to Bobbie McGee where ever you are man . Never Stop Listening To The...

I Express Myself Through Writing

A Cold Winters Bond The crisp winter air cuts through his old broken down body. He shivers and pulls tighter on the old work coat he has worn, it seems forever now. Another few more miles along the cold highway , and soon there would be waiting for...

I Express Myself Through Writing

As Kris awoke alone in a broke down Port Arthur Texas motel room , he reached for his first morning cigarette and cussed the sunlight coming through those damn cheap window blinds. Counting the last of his remaining change to go out and buy another...