She was “Old Style” like a 54 Ford
Easy to look at & traveled real nice
She was a turnkey woman
Easy to start and a deep warm sound
Her lines were classically beautiful
She drew fond glances when you took her out
Running my hands up and down those lines,
Always makes me feel like a long ride would be good
All rights reserved , words by C Fraenza, photo by Silvia Springer
She saw through the veil of nature,
As a queen sees her heaven,
As if the Oracle spoke to her of love,
Thus he stood before her
Filling her eyes with destiny.
All rights reserved CFraenza 2018
Photo CFraenza/edited by Silvia Springer
Oft times the rhythms,
Of my soul‘s pain,
Play on the strings,
Of my lonely heart.
And the river of my tears,
Let loose the siren’s cries
As an ocean of lost feelings,
Find their way to my lonely shore.
So this old sailor longs,
For his sultry ocean,
To crash over his burdened shoulders,
To cleanse his weary soul,
And free his lonesome heart.
Photo by Silvia Springer
All rights reserved. C.Fraenza
“Will the Monsters Win”
It is then that that the old pains return,
Suddenly they seem more in control of my psyche,
Stronger then when I first became resilient,
So suddenly I fear losing this battle.
I fear that this lifetime war,
May not end as I wish,
Will I become as those from my past,
Who tortured me into the small corners.
Corners that held back my soul,
Will I not find again it’s purity & power,
The power to let loose my love,
To let my talents fly free again
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