Endless Gin

March 18, 2016

  Is it the bottom
Of this flask I seek?
I take a sip – and then another
And for the millionth time,
I peek

Should have died
A drunken shit
Yet here I sit
Waxing lyrical-
A spiritual miracle

This is the story of my escape
Rejection of a prisoner’s fate
I killed my jailer
An endless “djinn”
Warden
Of my self-imposed sin

Now I Live my life, neat
I run to the sun
On gifted feet, fleet…

Free of the crutch I no longer need-
Abandoned in tall grass gone to seed

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Chrysalism

March 16, 2016

  Awakened from dream

By a storm last night

At peace with the rain

And the thunder’s bite

My inner eye bright

In lightning’s white light

My vision unmarred

By life’s base deceptions

My mind unfettered

Blank slate at post inception

I see myself floating

Safe in my mother’s womb

While the world rages

Like the weather

Outside my room

And yet I know peace

Wrapped in calm chrysalism

Yet to be touched

By the cut

Of poor decisions-

I am suspended

Within life’s morn

Chaste in the eye

Of a living storm…

-DeRicki

Flat Black

March 14, 2016

My mood
Dark
As flat black
Asphalt-
Betrayed
By hope
Revealed
In light’s
Shy reflection

-DeRicki
[Photo: Juankarh Hernandez

 

Your Witchy Ways

March 13, 2016

 Cold catalysts’ confluence
Converge in dark influence
In your web my struggles, stayed
All trace of goodness truant
Oh, how I love your witchy ways
You walk toward me
In your too tight
Catholic school girl
Skirt
My heartbeat skips
My manhood hurts
My breath
Unbidden
Quickens-
You.
Touch.
Me.
And…
don’t know where i end and you begin a
tumultuous tumble of lips and legs and
walnut skin progressive passion comes
on feet fleet my self control a fading mist slippery and molten in perpetual motion ebbing and flowing in lust’s stormy ocean swells faster and faster- t h e n   s l o w e r t h a n   s l o w 101 resurrections for 100 small deaths still we lie our bodies spent innocence rent illusions flit evanescent fleeing memory’s tired
grasp
truce asked
peace granted
I trace patterns
In the sweat
Upon your breast
As we
Consider
Rest
Which outcome only time will test

-DeRicki

Quiet Town

March 13, 2016

  Cornered by

Rain soaked streets

Where

Memory and reflection

Meet

Quiet town breathes

Moments sweet

A taste of joy

My dream complete

-DeRicki

Painting: “Quiet Town” Leonid Afremov

Potter’s Clay

March 11, 2016

  My life
A potter’s clay
To mold
Tempered by both
Fire and cold.
Will I yield
Or contumant be-
Resisting my Maker’s
Shape for me?
Such form
Designed
To set me free.
Hence thwarted
By the plans of Man
I seek the touch
Of a Greater Hand…

-DeRicki

Life Lessons

March 11, 2016

  Life is full of cuts
And barbs and pricks and dings
Fire rages beneath the crucible-
My body
In this world of “things”

When my Maker brings the heat
I feel the sting
He smelts the silver of my soul
To reveal weaknesses
Adversity holds

Dross rises to the silver’s surface
There for me to scrape away
Or let sink back into my essence
To rise and mar another day

Life’s fiery lessons
Are but beauty on the journey
A gift,
My blessing…

-DeRicki

Alan W. King

(IMAGE: New Issues)

You’ve seen that movie or read the novel, the one where the ending blindsided you. The hero or heroine, for whom you rooted throughout the drama, was either captured or killed. Or maybe it was another story with an ending that left you hanging.

In either case you left the theater or closed the pages, slightly disappointed. But that didn’t stop you from dreaming up alternate endings for your satisfaction.

That’s what Rachel Eliza Griffiths does with Mule & Pear (New Issues, 2011), her third collection of poetry. “Many of these poems convey the intimacy I’ve developed and sustained through reading,” Rachel writes in a brief introduction. “From this act and all of its powers, my imagination gathered some of my most admired literary characters and their creators in one space, one intricate body…in hopes that each voice would make its way towards other voices.”

Rachel…

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less but better

Recently I listened to a podcast interview with Bryan Johnson (founder of payment processing company Braintree) and his new venture called OS Fund is quite inspiring.  Even more so, it was his view of the world as an operating system that got me thinking…

To the layman, an operating system is essentially a set of rules that govern how a computer system runs, basically the interface between software and hardware.  If in this analogy humans represent software and the earth represents hardware, then the rules in between would be considered the operating system.  Therefore, these rules would govern the use of our planetary resources similar to computing resources within the hardware.

Following this comparison, imagine a proto-Earth as inflexible hardware only capable of running a basic operating system with limited capability.  This primitive hardware would restrict the type of software (life) that could run on it, if any at all.  As hardware capabilities improve, so…

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Words, Alone

March 3, 2016

A Certain Point of View

No tingled touch
Upon bare skin.
No toss of hair;
Or playful grin.
These words, alone, to woo.

No eyes to meet,
Or silence break.
No hand to hold,
Or breath to take.
These words, alone, to woo.

No stolen glance
Or moments miss.
No lips to touch,
Or nape to kiss.
Words, alone, to woo.

No whispered wants
Or breathy hush.
No caress
Or soaring rush.
Words, alone, to woo.

No midnight madness
Guilt to cleanse.
Falling quickly;
More than friends.
Words…

No joy.
No pain.
Fleeting there
And back again.
My words, alone.
For you.

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Picture credit: flickr.com/photos/marianoluchini/356984599

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