Hold on for a moment-
For some moments never hold-
Cold is the feeling-
Warm is the snow-
Let insecurity free fly away-
Live for tomorrow-
Die for today-
Hand held dilemma-
Hand held pain-
Roof top skepticism-
Basement virtue games-
Stood in front of you bare ***** and open-
Bottle to bottle-when trust was spoken-
Smoking cloud-
Disappear now-
Gone with the wind-
Lost in the crowd-
A part of me will always be missing-
Teaching hard lessons-
Learning-
Forgiving-

King Of Denial-

Confusion is the case; so confused I feel-
Tried so many times-Its like nothing is real-
Been lost in the desert-Trying to make my way-
Searching for the promise land-
Before I turn bitter and gray-
Attitude makes leverage for where I might go-
Confidence is the journey in which I prove I can grow-
Move slowly beyond images that dwell in my mind-
Take risk-no more living in rewind-
Always proceed with caution-
Trust most in my conscience-
Nonsense takes a toll on every living being-
Tabloids rearrange into deception and needing-
Needing more than one could every really gain-
Playing with lives-lies flow through their veins-
Lost world-love is the game-
Life-Bitterness can drain-
Hold moment by moment-Eat what I can-
Run with the wild bury my guilt in the sand-
Lay in the sky-Hell if I’m ******-
Contemplate ownership-
Growing into being a man-
Hold the deadly venom-Speech from my glands-
Share the utter thought-
Hold on to her hand-
Sleep a restless sleep-
Deep in a dream-
Pray for forgiveness-
Dance to the scream-
Pray for my Mother-
For her love is so needed-
Pray for peace in this world-
Human will has retreated-
Alone-
My cry to the wild-
Empty throne-
Crowned King Of Denial-

Richard A. Itskovich

You, the best of me-

This here-Is to share my love-
You are my drug-
You melt me when we hug-
You are my Queen-
The girl of my dreams-
You-
Is what I need-
This is how I bleed-
Love is our destiny-
You-
Make the best of me-
Blessed beyond belief-
When I hold you-
I feel relief-
You are the only women for me-

Richard A. Itskovich

WAITING-

Death to a man who spits with rage-
Hand of a demon words on a page-
Killer and profit all mixed into one-
Profit and poet hung up and high strung-
Pictures of paradise lie to my eyes-
Truth be told the lie was in her thighs-
Flirting with temptation-before sin sets in-
Pray to the Lord-Devil has a grin-
Alone in the desert-with rattle snakes at my feet-
Kicking up dust-to the same old beat-
Answer the door-hoping opportunity’s there-
Chase for the cheddar time to beware-
The hunt has been on since the dawn of all time-
Beating and beating till I beat out a rhyme-
Put my feet on the pavement-Walk with some pride-
Put my hand on my piece the pen is the prize-
Alone in the cold shaking and praying-
I’m knocking on opportunity’s door-**** all the waiting-

Richard A. Itskovich

Sunrise-Sunset-

You were my every sunrise-
You were my every sunset-
You were my eternal happiness-
You were my eternal regret-
You were my everlasting joy-
You were my everlasting tears-
You were my only hope for security-
You were the only thing I feared-
You were the blood that barreled through my body-
The blood that barreled through my heart-
You were the cold steel against my temple-
You were my light in the dark-
You were my reason for living-
My reason for death-
You were my reason for exhaling-
My single last breath-
You were my first thought in the morning-
And the last thing I thought at night-
You were the song in the wind-
You were my reason for life-
You consumed my mind with demons-
Ate my soul away with hell-
Showed me heaven under covers-
But you kept me trapped in a cell-
You hit my heart with the panic-
Let me in all your thoughts-
Kept my soul with your ***-
Kept my mind at a loss-
I let stupidity realm-
While the Devil he walked-
Dreaming of escaping-
When karmas been sought-
Alone in my room-
With my heart in the dark-

Richard A. Itskovich

DUDE WHERE IS MY COUNTRY-

Have you ever seen the bumper sticker that reads-
“DUDE WHERE IS MY COUNTRY?”-

While I have and I am asking you-
Dude where is my country?
I think it was stolen my corporate monkeys-
Making us consumer junkies-
Its kind of funny-How corporations with all the money-
Make us feel like we are bumming-In search of materialistically something-
Its almost numbing how they deep drumming products in our face-
Make us feel like we have to buy-Or we will lose the race-
It’s a disgrace-Not the American way to make us feel like we smell bad without that Axe Man’s Body spray-
Or I wont feel cool unless I’m holding a latte-
And my eye glasses read dolce-
Slide a credit card man its okay-
Dig a deeper hole to your grave-
Consumer America I am your slave-
Product buying all day-
Broke as a joke-my money goes away-
My credit cards get their pay-
In minimal monthly payments anyway-
Its like a rat race-Or a never ending case-

You stay in the chase to collect what you make and the credit cards get their cake-
Its great-
Buy things you don’t need with credit cards you can’t afford-
Its all for the money-That’s why commercials go to war-

AND I LOVE IT-

I mean how can you not-A badass commercial where a dude kills a cop-gets the cold-grabs the chick-and doing it all while wearing Gillet Sport Speed Stick-
Its sick that I buy into this ****-A consumer ****** who needs another hit-
Its unfortunate-
But it’s the way it is-

Thank you Hollywood Biz-Thank you Corporate big wigs-and thank you Uncle Sam-
Without you I wouldn’t be the product buying-credit card sliding man that I am-
And before I go-
I ask you again-

DUDE WHERE IS MY COUNTRY???

Richard A. Itskovich

-14 YEARS-
14 years, still passing the time-
Live to laugh to love-you always cross my mind-
And if I may-may I please express to you-
That right now we need your wisdom, because of what our family is going through-
Your apart of the stars now and have been for sometime but here on earth we fight with the daily grind-
Living life to the best of our ability’s and if you please, would you send a smile down to me?
Your kids are growing in ways you might be proud-Filling them with joy as we express out loud-
Your Grandson’s are men-Proud you so would be-Becoming men of gratitude and loyalty-
Your brothers are well easing there way to the golden years-Always talking about you and for some reason you re-appear-
And I hear you cracking a joke, light up a smoke-Smiling with me-
Your Mother is making ways preparing to see you soon-Please make sure this is easy as I know you would-
This is a hard time-But I think of your smile-And I know deep in my heart you will help make it all worth while-
I love and Miss you Uncle
Richie