Shower me blue
as the daring storms stomp
burying me in a crucifix

Shower me red
as the blood rains on my soul
tainting my spirited foes

Shower me orange
create all the favourable hues
colouring my spirit in a rainbow

Shower me purple
open my mind from riddles
unchurned words that rules

Shower me green my love
export all the eros there was
and swim in all circles

Shower me in yellows
tune all the treasures in motion
to the heart of the unreturnables

When I fall down
I bounce right back up
Lose what I've found
More than enough

I pay life no mind
When it kicks me wrong right
Day after day guess you could say
This is a Ricochet Life

With what I am given
I never give out
From where I have been
What I have found

Is a true attitude
Of do it or die
Not a piece of cake but I bake anyway
Cause this is a Ricochet Life

These days of hard knocks
I don't let ring my bell
Every toss is not caught
But it still turns out well

There's a tab to be paid
Cause this ain't a free ride
As I make my way through the daily of days
Of this Ricochet Life

Languid fish
moving just enough
to stay still
in the current

They explain
in the sun
to river moss
and rivered rocks

the minimal
nature of flow
and balance
in quiet form

Water swimming by
appreciates
not being
held up

Says so with cool
caresses
fish desires
and stone fears

This is a story of actual truth
It happened in my 27th Year Old youth
It was September 1984 when I went to San Francisco, California on vacation for Seven Days
You might partly was when I went astray
I toured the Frisco City Downtown and out
I even went to South San Francisco
But there was an upper part of downtown that the Tour Guide emphasized to avoid
So I asked why is the area warranted in not to go up
I am the adventurer type
So I really wanted to explore
I wasn’t scare, but my decision was sure

The Tour Guide gave me instructions in how I should act and dress
So I did just that
I wore a Do rag completely around my head, Torn Clothes and a Bad Attitude
The Bad Attitude was street talk using cuss words
So I ventured up
As I was walking and continued too walk, it was apparent that people were becoming lesser and lesser
Once I arrived, in the alley was confronted with a multitude of Motorcycle Gangs
One of the Cyclist stated to me that I didn’t belong in the area
My response was, “I am in the area now”
I acted tough with my response, and ready at any given moment to rumble
I played in off
After a while, I then decided to return back to downtown
So I learned why no one wanted to go uptown of Frisco
It wasn’t an area where I would encourage anyone to go, but it was an experience of acting like a Gangbanger to feel the vibe
I definitely was taking a chance
This wasn’t a mission to advance
I just simply held my stance
But I was told I could have been killed and loss my life
However, the experience was how I rolled being my own advice being the Gangbanger ways.

Your voice changed my mood like a chameleon. Flooding my mind in deep nostalgia, I am surrounded by reminders of what pleasures we partook, we indulged, we unapologetically did, we confidently said and we therapeutically wanted. We ravaged, we begged, we, were, human.

Your scent still leaves a trace that even a bloodhound could find. Roses vanilla and a hint of cinnamon; my tongue tingles from the pleasure of closing my eyes, reanimating the masterpiece that went down at your unguarded borders.

But, I kept it cool when you introduced your new boyfriend.

'Hello this is__'

I replied 'What's up, the names Kitarō'

But as I spoke, I could tell we were harmoniously in sync when he called out your name twice; no response escaped your lips.

The third time triggered your body to respond; when your crimson lips were finally free from it's white prison it was photographically known of what was unsaid on your beautiful luscious red painted canvas

I knew you wanted me.