Shanganess Park

I look for words dear Blanca
A sigh of not relief but
An avalanche of memoirs, mostly the joyous celebrations
Magical moments resonating over these ragged minds
Not long time ago, your word was a world to my soul
It is now silhouetted shadows of distance battle fields.
Like a bronzed statuettes of yesterday foot soldiers
Mine on a rock scribbled Anta Habibi Shanganess!
Tweeting birds tweets merrily while they shit on my chiseled shoulders.
I’m only a vagrant in your immaculate green lawns
Allow me peasant to lay in a piece of your heroin’s corner
In loving memory, write your words in stencil
Across my broad shoulders, here lay the Sword eternal
And eternal will I smile in rain wind and the summer heat.



Love
Richard

~~Allowing those special to be with the other guy and wanting to not let go, better sleep tight on a cold cold Cementry named after her~~~

Blog I run nemore

remember the days I was your sundowner and the dew in your mornings.
the days when hot flashes were on me, you reigned supreme.
I gave you my anger hate to love.
I run onto you hoping to get pity my friend.
Today sunny, we are even and I still Love you more
Its just the otherday, I said, its a comeback.

Love
Richard

Lord Jesus I need you in my Life

The night before
My knee felt the cold earth
as I thanked my creator the Lord of Lords
I said hither, lord make me a new creation
He said nothing,
That night, he sent me angels
I spent a whole lot of time with angels showing me the way
Lord, I need you more, send the angels again all the days of my life.

Lord Jesus I need you in my Life

stop that

If u are matching, stop matching
if you are fighting, stop fighting
if you are doing anything, stop anything
if you are walking away, stop walking away

Will this be your home? if not, I'm sorry.

Where the skies are dotted with freckles
sky blues and golden
where no albatross or a swan or even a sparrow
knows home than I do
Where the wind is calm and gentle
where the delicate lilies frolic
where there is no mans or even womans land
where only you will be at home
With a troop of Guarding angles
Ready for battle on your command

Will this be your home? if not, I'm sorry.

a life so much adored!

The smile you see on my face
is a feather of a beau bird
a feather so gently delicate n fragile
flung from an even beau wing
wing so swift it cuts the air
while I catch a breath
in my dreams as it flows
down a kaleidoscope n panoramic
waterfall only in paradise
swimming with golden white koi
swinging with crispy brown urang utang
blowing bubbles in perfect lines
lines I write here, not in a blog
but the story of my life..
holding me like a lover
n rocking me like a child
a story of storms and hail
avalanches n a million shattered fragile feathers
like the wake of a picture perfect scenario
based on creed race and religion
legions of chauvinist willing
whining, dined n wined.
the last line said…
a life so much adored!

I will write

Even though they take me away
forever enslaved, toiling for the crumbs
hands foots and mouth.
never knowing when it might pour again
for it’s hailing in my peace
I shall have it within my soul
to write again.
they can take all my time
but….my soul will be redeemed
from incarcerations of want
and…..
sherlock’s Shackles
I will write again brethrens.
hold thy peace eternal, I will write