Stars are steadfast

In the sky

Shining secrets

Tell no lie

A backdrop hung

Of midnight black

Paints a canvas

For twinkling back

Murmurs of their

Secret ways

Stars shine brightly

Throughout the days

Wish to catch them

One by one

Wish to reveal them

To the sun

The sun can't help

But obscure their shine

Glimmering silently

Those stars are mine

The orchestra starts

Warming up to

The unintelligible tone of

An audience chattering

And they are fine tuning

Unsynchronized instruments

Exercising their vocals

With syllables bouncing to

A linguistic rhythm of

Indistinguishable dialect

Cryptic and taunting

But the chords are strong

Consonants merging into

Vowels aroused high by

Words dancing between

The nonlinear verses

And I transcribe the sounds

Onto paper as they

Metamorphose into poetry.

Angry voices

Gunshots' boom

Tragedy

Of deaths

Come too soon

We pause

In purity

Of silence

Under

A waxing moon

This question's answer

I wish I knew-

When will we

Stop the violence

Tween black and blue?

-DeRicki

You know that feeling 

When you miss someone

It’s like a part of you is missing

You feel complete in their presence 

But when they’re gone

You hope every text is from them

You wonder if you’re on their mind

Like they’re on yours

You yearn just to hear their voice

See their face

Touch their skin

Counting down the minutes

Until you can’t bear it anymore

Every second away from them

Is torture

So caught up in missing them

That everything else is irrelevant

And only when they return

Will everything seem to

Fall into place. 

I dicker with the Sandman

On the edge of sleep

But his brother, Morpheus

Knocks me off my feet

I F A L L... away

Down sweet dream's reef

Where my mind makes movies

For my inner eye's treat

While all the while my heart

Makes neat

An accounting

Which my spirit seeks

-What I did

-What I felt

-What I learned

A summing of the things

I built and burned

As I braved strong currents

Of peopled shoal

All bit by bit to grow my soul

Till time grows short

For monologue's retort

Desire and Delirium

Release my mind

As hand over hand, I climb

Up from the deep keep

Of sucker-punched sleep

To meet another day...

-DeRicki

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