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-August 11, 2005-August 11, 2010-

Five years are gone-
But not a day has passed-
Every thought of you has helped me re-live the past-
In a place where life seemed to have a grasp-
Where Laker games and chicken soup-funny laughing all with you-
Park days-Where children play-you and I we grew the same-
Same name-never change-be like you-that’s what I intend to do-
Do it to the best of the abilities I have-
Be a good friend-great husband-and an amazing Dad-
Honest man-honest heart-honest from the day I start-
Passionate-breaking grounds-changing currents-chasing sounds-
Never will I let you down-Never will I let you down-
Hear my words-hear my thoughts-watch the road-I embark-
Be the King of my dreams-Be my Daughters everything-
Be wife’s loving man-Be my friend’s relying hand-
Be my Mother’s voice of pride-Orchestrate ocean tides-
Be Father’s only son-be the man who never runs-
Be a brother-be a King-Be like you-and that’s everything-
Thank you for giving me-your love-passion,-honesty-and most importantly-
Your never-ending legacy!

I love you-
Richie
Sly: The Duffle bag part 1:
His Days Were Not Like Most!  
It was a typical summer night, not a single cloud to gloom the gloomy sky. The sidewalks reeked of a smell that most would consider disgusting, the smell of prostitution eclipsed by drug infested buildings highlighted by the scent of *****, made for a fun night out on the town. Sly was the type to take advantage, and he did. His rough external features were perfectly matched his all black outfit and black trench coat. He was a man of few words, few emotions, and few delights. Each step he took that night echoed through the streets so loud the wind it self would stop. His eyes were red, drained, tired, he had been up all night thinking, wondering, but now he was ready for action. The old warehouse downtown had been abandoned for sometime now. Its cold and unfriendly, a place Sly could call a home, an urban retreat of sorts for him and his duffle bag. His red duffle bag, that duffle bag housed an arsenal, an arsenal of weapons so treacherous, it had intent to inflict immeasurable amounts of misery for a common denominator. Sly was Hungry, angry; his scope was set at the top of the old warehouse. Sly had climbed the catwalk with precious percussion. He set the red duffle bag down next to him. Sly sat down on a beam that barley supported his weight. A large window 45 degrees to the right of him, made a great position. He opened his red duffle bag! A ****** riffle laid cold and dormant waiting and wanting the touch of existence. The energy felt by his emotional bond to his riffle was indescribable. He loaded the piece. Each bullet loaded the clip as if tenors were in harmony with the alto. The voices that sang revenge sang with an unholy cry, yet the confidence in his faith would serve him as he uttered the symbol of his determination. Slowly he made love to his weapon, cleaning and feeling it’s every corner. Across the road no more than a mile, stood a house. House where political propaganda represented it’s housing guests. Senators of Satin! See Sly was in a very particular business; a business most don’t even know exist…Sly was in the business of killing Demons!
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A comic book I am working on!
TRUE:
The eyes of a goddess-
Praised be as my muse-
Her glory ignites my creativity-
As I call her my truth-
Her glimmering eyes-
Send chills to the core of my soul-
In love with an idea-
As her energy un-folds-
Fully in-touch with my heart-
And the new love that I hold-
True-you are to me-
As I remain to you-
Passion in my heart-
Beating to a rhythm jazzy blues-
Making love in the moonlight-
Fully consumed in our groove-
Sweating among stars as I call her-
The truth-

By:
Richard Itskovich
Brooklyn Bridge-

Brooklyn bridge how you have helped me cross-
From a boy to man-
Now found not lost-
Paved a way for me to walk-
In which I walk a steady pace-
My face exhausted from the grind but embracing your embrace-
Your beautiful grace-
You slow the race-
Every breath you exhale I intake-
The building of you was anything but a mistake-
Your place on this earth is G-d’s grace-
And I praise him for the opportunity to raise such an amazing ray of sun filled days-
You are my steady pace-my embrace-
Brooklyn Bridge-
Beauty in ways that don’t exists-
Beauty in ways I can’t resist-
Beauty in ways I can’t dismiss-
And with this-I give you a kiss-
As I am the builder and you are the bridge-
I love you with every inch I can give-
Brooklyn-
I LOVE YOU
DADDY
AS TIME GOES ON-
Grandpa-
Born: May 15th 1925
Passes: August 11th 2005
As time moves on my heart stays still-
As I reach for your hug, I just try to imagine the feel-
Feeling your warmth that could cure my weary soul-
Hearing you tell me I can achieve all my goals-
I miss your laughter, your smile, your walk-
Your beautiful wisdom, your blue eyes, your broken talk-
Now I am on a journey and I think of you each day-
As I raise a daughter I think of what you might say-
I feel you would be proud of me Grandpa-that I haven’t let you down-
That I am the man you hoped-I’d be standing my ground-
And now-
I could use your wisdom-
Your beautiful way, it was so G-D given-
But I can’t be sad-I have to be proud-
That you passed along your beauty into me now-
I am a good man and that I learned from you-
So I say Grandpa without you I would be just a fool-
I miss Grandpa-
I love you more than you know-
You’re not just my grandfather-
You are my real life superhero-
Rest easy because I am here to carry you on-
I love you-
Richie
As each day passes I miss you more and more, they say time heals these wounds but they are still so sore-as I close my eyes tonight I hope to see your face and night after night I hope to feel your grace-
REST EASY
You
WOMEN-
Your very presence sends chills through my core-
All this living and wanting-
Your all I have been hoping for-
Your bittersweet-in every sense of that word-
You’re my world-and your curves make the verbs so beautifully heard-
And I hear you girl-
I hear your every thought-your every need and if I don’t then I will proceed to achieve and be the man you need-
Because your love I consider divine and everyday I thank the stars that you are mine and I am yours-
I will love you till the ocean doesn’t touch the shores-
Till snow is no longer cold-till the warmth in my heart doesn’t beat anymore-
I will love you till lemons turn sweet-I will always strive to be the man you need!

Richard Itskovich
-DREAMER OF DREAMS-
Dreamer dream endless dreams-
Dreamer dream of you and me-
Dreamer become reality-
Dreamer no more fantasy-
In hale with me Dreamer of dreams-
Blow faster then the wind has ever seen-
Fight me Demon of dreams-
I am determined to be more than you can believe-
Together we are an army-
Of harmony-
Alarming-
How beautifully starving-
We have become-
Lay me down sun-
Dreamer of dreams-
Your beautiful even if you can’t see-

Richard Itskovich
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