Ron Richards

Ron Richards Mar 2017

there so many times and other dimension,
that we don't understand,
--- some as far as beyond,
while others as deep as the darkness goes,
and the end where we call the sun.

i always think the world is wide,
and the space is darkened built with mystery,
between Zues and Hades,
they create the reality and  fiction,
one who demand security of the higher hierarchy,
while others stands to the freedom of man ,

we were born to a natural voice,
to voice all that defeated their purpose,
and leaders that  pawn us for their betrayal,
words are born to make that person realize,
that life cant be control through their manipulation,

let this be the bearer of your words,
don't ever thing life is bringing you down,
and so should be the law,
while others demand the change,
as if the  their world had been damaged.

open your eyes ,
to the problem today,
is still exist by human  errors,
and its excess bickering.

Ron Richards Mar 2017

kings and pawns

one to dictate and conquer,
while others divide,
to deliver  a letter on the other side,
all to pillage for its own victory,
consistency to met its satisfactions,
to mesmerize its sanctioned rule,
the constant space time ,
to reach to the hill,
and grab the flag for all ,
to meet resistance and its end of the road,
hail to the axe.

with the sword held higher,
ride your horses
and blow the trumpet
our triumph shall prevail
no more pawns to sacrifice.

to an epic battle that take place,
the high sand of red ash,
what would simply say and the comprehensions,
that take wild perception,
spare all those consciousness,
and all those who dethrone you,
slay them never forget the roots of your origin,
with all its glorious and its meaning .

nothing belong to  this wretched world,
eliminate anything that blocks your path,
with difference calculated,
fly all well with the wings of icarus on your back,
to follow the  chariot ,
and see it end,
the end of all ends ,
and its much clearer when you see the truth.

Ron Richards Mar 2017

proclaim your slavery

Hatred and raw from weakest to lend hand,
to stand and to mourn,
in a place where the weary sing,
restless voice repeatedly spoken,
we know how much pain you have gone through,
with wars and  their guns.

proclaim your slavery
release your in dependency by outcast hypocrites,
to paralyzed the hatred that comes within,
come back back home to your roots,
we  betray Jesus and choose hell on earth instead,
and  we aint looking for gold or praise,
we  aint looking for reconciliation or prayer,
but  we looking for salvation.

with our guns held high  and shouted,
as far as the eye can see.

Ron Richards Mar 2017

Biel of the orphans

long time ago in distant place
where all t he pain stored
sorrow pleaded its mercy
while others just sitting
on their ****** throne
controlling pulling strings
crippling their life

i know the history of that place
nothing worth to remember
nothing to blame
just cry and disturbed
as i watch the walls crumbling down

no matter how much  fact you throw
the less you saw them the better
just to forget by time
let them lived in peace

as far you dove inside their mind
understanding their pain
they wrote everyday  letter
hoping their parents
hearing their cries
it is they do not desire
they  had no choice
to be on this place
to find dissonance and reconciliation.

Ron Richards Mar 2017

Deadly sin the story of purgatory

i walked to the valley of death,
Praying and hoping these demons don't see me,
As i seen a lonely old woman weeping in her own grave,
i asked her "Why?",
she replied " My Son has disowned me as a mother",
i replied with  calm voice " Why is that?",
" Because i try to poison him once" She sobbed furiously,
" Why do you do that" I responded with hatred in my voice,
" Because i don't want my valued Possession to him!" she shouted,
her voice  echoed towards the dark hall,
I was beaten by fear as i stared down to the ground walking slowly.

my second encounter is an old man covered in black  mold,
" Help me" pleaded the old man,
i closed my eyes just how terrifying it was,
then i asked him why is he covered in mold,
" I try to seize body and throw them into a pit" ,
Oh my god i pray to them everyday,
Please reconcile these souls and let them to the right path,
i woke up the next day sweating,
and i was crying i reflect  what my sins on the past,
the hatred i gave to my father for a reason,
i seriously start to reconsider after that.

man a disturbing dream i had the other day and it just the most mind boggling experience.

#poetry #dark #purgatory

Ron Richards Mar 2017

A Touch of ****** fantasy

in my dreams she was smiling,
a smell of her breath hits my skin,
and a touch of her hands began to slowly moved,
i began to see her glimpse of smile,
as she sway her hair in the air,
she grabbed my hands and kiss me slowly,
i embraced of not knowing a dream or fantasy,

i pressed my body against her body to the wall,
and slowly biting her lips and touch her tongue,
she moans slowly and after all its just another man's fantasy,
she says " Why do you stop suddenly",
then i replied " you were to beautiful to break",

she hanged her hair against my neck,
demanded attention of a uncanny love,
pleaded the pleasure against my crotch,
i tasted her sweat from her skin,
slowly embraced her *******,
feeling shallow and emptiness in my mind,
i drained all myself to her.

i never thought i wrote ****** stuff hope you enjoy it lol.

#content #****** #explicit

Ron Richards Mar 2017

ghosts under waking moon

on my way to the lonely path,
a crimson moon began to wake on its sleep,
a dying soul and brooding feeling began to show,
to see its face and had to plead its presences,
understand this what it isn't there doesn't mean it doesn't exist,

a signed under a wistful doubt when its staring at you,
and her embrace of its whaling whisper began to lead you,
into a unknowing places that you never been before,
and you wished you never follow that thought,

they once alive like you,
breathing their own everyday live and their sorrow,
but then they become something else on afterlife,
i beg to differ from ignorant thought,
just because they aren't real you cant believe them,
its a little too late when they manifest in front of you.

old collection of ghosts and demons poetry unpublished work of mine.

#demons #darkness #ghosts