About Rick

The colors are a little darker with you and the lines they fade, the things that happened still play out the same. And your voice it rings, your image still clear, yet Im not lost without you here the time it continues it soar. The tears they stretch to floors, but still I stand, knowing your eyes are on me. To know you again is what we pain and the details seem to stain. But we walk, still a miss maybe astray, but we walk to walk another day. Seems when they pass we do not notice till its in our face as emotions pace. The ache of something so dear torn away on such terms. I know I can never forgive my choice, my words, my cutting arc aimed at your soul. I apologize a million times my regret, I know you know just as you know now. Blind man to think this world would be okay, to me too heavy a price to pay. So many things you missed in an intimate close quarters way. I still have that day etched into my mind, it has its own little corner where only triggers can find. I think now, how you threatened so many times maybe still those were just lies and it came down to this time. So many influences at just the right time, still there was nothing else to try? Still Im sure as I say that we need you more and more with the passing days.

Mournings Due/Mornings Dew

The sun is whisked into the sky by vibrant oranges, pinks and blue

The darkness fades breathing life into our busy days

Lighting the land which we walk upon as the deaths below us grew

As we loose the ones we love we remain built into our ways

The mornings dew is the tear drops of life shed by me for you

Delicately it displays itself dampening the world with its moist presence

Held by things of beauty and our ever changing growth

Displaying to even ourselves the effects of pushed aside pains

We do not dry the dew from the plants the same as we do not purge ourselves of our emotions

These things remain nuturing the inner workings steady supplying our life force

You can make a tree kneal to you and count its rings but cannot open our insides and pull them from me

Still I can share with you my ache of all I have lost and the strain of my cries

Like singular water petals glistening with the early mornings glow I must display my love for you

For my tears are but the mourning due

After The Night

Solitary sighs releasing stresses that once notted the core. Bracing each second into a million missed oppurtunities. The air is thick with the aroma of inner triumph and shattered doubt. The clouds etched so crisp revealing their recent arrival. Perched in a tree laiden with light lavender flowers a dove rings so clearly threw the silent peace, noting of the bright rays to come. Light, blinding but refreshing as if the night before had lasted an eternity. Like a mirror that reflects a stunninng blue light of white staring into the sky. Two eyes can be seen, eyes that spill their tragedy and lengthened torture, eyes that scream lifes passion and lights forgiveness. Long blackened lashes batting away the sting of daylight caused by the lasting stretch of the night. How warm your embrace, how sweet your smell, so close yet so far. You hit with the strength to produce taste, a taste that lingers, that reacts causing us to lick our longing lips. How good it feels to breathe deep and long, to inhale life with a full firm grasp. The touch of life such a good overwhelmed feeling, ten folds better than any lover, and without a lover still content with its peace. How good it feels to see you again.

Just an errant thought

Sometimes I over analyze the things that come to me, In deep thought my mind ponders answers unfound and still the taste it creates in my mouth fails to satisfy. I can never determine if I should have walked that road or this one. With so many paths we take and travel how to know what was ever correct now, I find as a steady progression maybe along the way I did not misstep ...as much as I previously thought, the conception of being true tends to free a relentless mind. For maybe the whole time I knew what was real emotion and not fabricated to support my inner needs.