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 Sep 2019 Rickie Louis
Maya Duran
iii.
He reminds you that you may never be loved
In the way that you are supposed to
His heart opens as it should
A halved pomegranate
And the jewel flesh spills forward
In effortless bounty

Yours was wrapped in butcher paper
With care, long ago
It lives in the freezer
In the way, way back
Ice crystals form slowly
Until they resemble a silver blanket of moss
"Cavetown wrote a song about your ex and we played it all summer long" pt 3. This poem isn't about what you think it is, but I don't think that that matters so much. The feeling is the same at its core, even if the circumstances are not.
 Sep 2019 Rickie Louis
NAME
how can we prove that we are real
like
what if we're all just in a coma
and thats why you hear someone
call your name
are we in the matrix
 Sep 2019 Rickie Louis
Zywa
The brains above my mouth
make me eat on time
two extensions detect
food and that's how

it got out of hand

The eyes made the hands go
to the inedible world, and
made them build extra rooms
to store things

I too went
and from time to time
I migrated back to the past
my friends and family

where my itch started
to make cartwheels
to another world, away
from the table at home

where I had eaten enough
and was looking into the distance
where I hoped to be touched
by a new love
Collection “The migration”
 Sep 2019 Rickie Louis
Asuzx
If you had said you'll leave before me
I wouldn't have believed you.
The tears I shed
And cries I laid
Are proof to show you how I felt..
But you never see them,
So you'll never know
There's someone out there
Who still loves you..
I guess you'll never know...
I'm still waiting for your love
I was a simple flower, swaying in the breeze..
‘til you you came buzzing by..

I hear you coming near & my nectar sweetens...
As if it had been waiting for you all along..

the buzz becomes a hum as you come closer...
turning into a reverberation..ringing in my ears...

It grows stronger, into this..
all-consuming vibration...

Invading my every thought,
making its way into my blood, veins,
my mind, heart, my bones.....cells...

And then I remember, that...  
I have felt this before...

In a time before time..
When we were only cells, ourselves.
Buzzing, humming, vibrating
with trillions of others..
all waiting for the moment,
our moment to expand, to grow,
To stretch our energy out as far into the darkness as we can reach..  

It’s the same moment that we are in now..
the dawn of creation, the dawn of love
The moment before diving into the deep of each other..

Before we jump I ask, ”Are you ready? Ready to face the unknown? Face what might be lurking in the depths?”

You land on my petals and
the vibration travels through me, and I know..
we’ve always been ready.

We just had to find our way back.
every day
They do happen
All around us
Do you want to see miracles?
Open our eyes  
To the rainbow colors of  Light
Creating playful rhymes
Pros and songs
With joyful gratitude
Set your heart free to Love
As the sun shines
as songs of birds filling the air.
As pebbles of sand
Without number.
Miracles are. 
(now read the lines from the bottom up).
The journey from pain to increased joy and peace has been filled with the little and large miracles of life,   It seemed when the need arose it was met in ways, I did not imagine (synchronicities, gut feelings, hunches, dreams, visions, guardian angels, message through an unaware friend, etc). May of the answers were small. Some took  time. Yet over the course of my life all that I have asked for has come into my life. I am grateful for the assistance we receive from ancestors, and others on the other side of the veil.
she’s been diminished to ashes
all the cathedrals that been erected now
have burned to the ground from the
raging war and the arms that held her have been

torn off. This woman’s face full of
****** tears from crying into the crevices
for ten years. Now she’s descending into
an alcoholic black hole of broken bones,

skulls and squid – that **** the life of one who had
wanted to live. Leaving a gaping ****** stern
and cold. This painted vestibule is in tinted eighteen
karat gold. Others can sit and watch, watch and

wait for the viper stripper snake. Some will
applaud, others will spurn. But in your eyes, there is
neither fire nor ice. Maybe because you sacrificed
too much for her. You felt the fangs –

her poison kiss. When you pushed the mercury
to the limit it leaked. They’re sure to bite you
if you give them teeth.
 Sep 2019 Rickie Louis
Luna
home
 Sep 2019 Rickie Louis
Luna
home is
between your arms
my head pressing into your chest
my thumb slowly rubbing your palm
home is
your scent wrapping me in
soft blankets of love
home is
when im with you
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