Americanized |
I keep hoarding bullets.In a corner in my room.Forty five's and nine millimeters!Universal heart stoppers.That they can't take away from me!Smoke the dope & sniff the coke.I keep getting this hate... Posted by R.I.T.C.H on Sun, 18 Mar 2007 11:10:00 PST |
Half The World |
Half the world lives, Half the world makes, Half the world givesWhile the other half takes.Half the world hates, Half the world runs away, Half the world's late, Half the world praises the day.Half th... Posted by R.I.T.C.H on Sun, 18 Mar 2007 10:45:00 PST |
Do Not Weep For Me (You Make Me Stronger) |
Do not weep for me when I no longer walk among the wonders of the earth, for my larger self is free, and my soul rejoices on the other side.Do not weep for me, for I am a ray of sunshine that tou... Posted by R.I.T.C.H on Sun, 18 Mar 2007 10:14:00 PST |
A Summer That Does Not Call |
First frost fears,Approach winter,Leaves uncharted, Single flight gliders,Return to earth,Staggered stages,Decay,Desolation,Destroys symmetry,Sympathy, Survives in storm,No flowers for a summer that d... Posted by R.I.T.C.H on Sun, 18 Mar 2007 06:51:00 PST |
Immortal |
I felt waves of unparalleled enchantment circumvent my persona. I was besieged by volatile gushes of resplendent light. Stale pools of air in my lungs got profoundly reinvigorated, re... Posted by R.I.T.C.H on Thu, 15 Mar 2007 05:42:00 PST |
Replica |
I witnessed my own hanging, From prices paid in sand, I saw the gallows growing tautAs silver crossed my hand.The man who died up there, Was a replica of me, But no-one had seen it come, I'm what I ne... Posted by R.I.T.C.H on Wed, 14 Mar 2007 10:06:00 PST |
Postcard For God |
I think I'd choose a scenic place, With sunshine on a smiling face, And in the glowing daylight's graceTheir happy eyes in warmth's embrace.I'd scrawl away the cheerful sceneAnd make the canvas all bu... Posted by R.I.T.C.H on Wed, 14 Mar 2007 09:49:00 PST |
Grow Your Love |
Love is so very special,Yet can make you feel so lost,It can arrive just like the springtime,And melt away like morning frost.You must find ways to nurture,Always grow your love with care,Never ever t... Posted by R.I.T.C.H on Tue, 20 Feb 2007 11:56:00 PST |
Strings |
Metamorphic siluets in company.She reaches in and pulls me out.
I deafen my ears to the rampant city traffic.I only hear the birds sing praise.
I tie my strings tightly for the nex... Posted by R.I.T.C.H on Tue, 20 Feb 2007 04:10:00 PST |
Twenty Two |
The songs of our fathers play over in our heads on old-fashioned radios that have long since expired. I'd rather be listening to Johnny and those silver Beetles, singing songs of rebellion and a love ... Posted by R.I.T.C.H on Mon, 19 Feb 2007 05:42:00 PST |