Feet swayed in the air

Above a tipped chair 

That was kicked over without care

By the same feet that once stood there

That once supported a distant stare

Of despair and disrepair 

The others unaware 

Their vision impaired 

By a smile that was really just scared 

Because it bared 

A sick sadness

No one knew he had this

Slit on his wrist

This slit on his psyche

They didn't know he might be

Making a major decision

To make a division between his

Mind and his matter 

So he tied tight 

Before his sight could scatter his thoughts

Thinking weather or not 

To stop living or just stop

But the situation he sought 

The plot he thought

...he forgot

But he was sold on the idea 

That death could be bought

With a rope and a chair

And now he swings there

With a cold, distant stare 

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'm an apathetic empathetic 

Pathological liar 

on fire 

And I'm cold

So I scoff as I take the jacket off 

I have found myself true

when I am deceitfully lost

But there's a cost to pay

When you let the fibers frost and fray 

A dance 

an interplay 

between now and yesterday

I'm stuffed but I'm starving

Carving cuts on weak wrist

Covering cuts It's a cheap trick

Confusing a sane man with a lunatic

But I call them pricks to a diabetic

Come up with a conviction

For the condition 

I don't require permission 

The flame is not to blame

For the ignition