For the friends I made

For the ones I would have

For the things I learned

For the things I would have

For everything and nothing

For time well spent

For the place that was home

I thank my good fortune

I stepped into Prose

I shall not spill a tear

For I shall leave you with smiles

May you write so brilliantly

That the Universe gasps in awe

May you make friends for a lifetime

And forever more...

We swallow unspoken words

Like moldy bread,

The secrets eat us from the inside

Until parts of our bodies dislodge and

Blow into the wind.

I'll never tell you that I don't love you.

You'll never tell me that you lost yourself

Somewhere along Highway One,

Your heart hanging from the tree limbs

Overlooking the Pacific.

We used to feel so invincible

That phrases tumbled from our tongues,

Overt and pregnant with promises.

Now we have to look for

Ourselves in the cracks

And crevices of crumbling landmarks.

We used to feel so significant

That our shadows could have

Been painted on postage stamps.

Now we have to press

Our fingers to our faces

Just to be certain We still exist.

A lesson forgotten from 1967, The Summer Of Love...

I seek a truth

So hard to find

Blind

Walking paths

All lost to time

As bodies burn

In fire of ire

And madness takes

Our breaths in turn

Street colors clash

One black

One blue

Locked in response

Of what to do

We

Trapped in Worlds

Proscribed by hue

Hate yields to love

Know this is true...

There's power in a flower

If we let peace bloom

-DeRicki

I found your life tucked away

inside this small dusty box. ...

all alone I began sifting through

as it spoke so softly, I realized ....

you didn't learn to speak,

until after, breath escaped your lungs.

so now I listen to your ghost whisper

to me as I scan still memories,

left to throw away all the mundane. ...

don't worry dad,

I'm not afraid and I no longer cry tears,

that flow without permission ...

instead I hold on to reality that

I never knew, and hardly ever will ...

yet, life goes on

outside of your small dusty box,

where I continue scanning lost times.

so for now,

I put on a smile

and tell my little boy,

all your things left behind,

were all left

for him ... ....

African princess,

Tell me your interests,

Take a moment with me,

Lets sip some herbal tea,

Lets take a walk verbally,

Let your hand fit in mine certainly

and maybe we can be together eventually.

Here's a little something I jotted down,

Incase I saw you around,

Let me drive you crazy with my words,

We don't need to take off our clothes,

Let me seduce you verbally,

lyrically,

I'm metaphorically speaking,

Trying to reach your inner mind,

I wanna hit the brain spot,

Get you hot,

Leave you salivating,

My black thornless rose.

My only mission is drive you crazy,

Play with your mind,

Flirt with you,

I want to make you mine,

Leave you craving,

And asking for more.

I want you to dance to my words,

Let me touch you,

in places you've never been touched before, verbally,

It's that sexual healing Marvin Gay shit,

I am not blind but sometimes

I Stevie Wonder about you being mine,

I want to pull a Bruno on you and take you to Mars,

Maybe catch a grenade for you,

let me be your Rambo,

Take on a whole army for you

and in 2 Pacs voice

 "It's all about you".

Unfazed

By winds

Of fickle weather

Gratitude serves

As my umbrella

It's canopy light & strong

Against the vagaries

Of spiritual storm

And when life hurls its very worst

It keeps my joy from harm

-DeRicki

The sun may not shine as long as your Heart would like;

Count on me to be your light.

The dark may linger more than your Mind can handle;

Count on me to be a blazing Candle.

The gleaming glow may not burn as Long as your soul may need;

Count on me to help you see.

The vision you have may leave you One day;

Count on me to lead the way.

The path you are on;

You may forget and stray,

Count on me to remind you each day.

Count on me,

I will never be far;

Count on me,

I love you,

for who you are S.M.-

She'd wake me 

In the morning 

To remind me I was alive 

She'd disappear 

Beneath cotton 

So many threads 

I'd forgotten to count 

The softness of her hands 

In rhythm between breaths

Keeping time 

L ove

S educes

D eath

I could've died then 

And there 

She always made me weak 

Too weak to pretend 

We were someone else

Too weak to dare to dream 

Outside my own reality 

An addict to her lips

Her voice 

You never understand your drug 

Fully 

Yet it knows you from the inside out 

M orning

D ose

M ourning

A ddiction

I miss messing with my miss, 

Listen listen 

Listen to the palpable rythm, 

Of my periodic heartbeat,

Pounding in proud perfection,

Into the cardial cavity, of my empty chest.

At each heartbeat,

My heart pounds, 

Sad to be alone,

Boom clap boom clap, 

Goes the sound of my heart,

When I think about all we did, 

I miss messing with my miss.