Ron Richards

Ron Richards Mar 2017

it's December i say,
and i  was excited to see my school ended next week,
this story isn't just about ghosts,
but a living memory that lives with me forever,
one day my teacher ms Margarete asked me to carry boxes,
"oh ron would you be a dear to carry this heavy  things for me " she said,
far across the left wing of the school,
its most darkest part of the school where lights often flickering,
and you almost hear footsteps coming but no one was there to be seen,
this school was known across the continent of Borneo,
are the oldest school that pioneered the start of WW2 in Asian front,
the original residence of the school was  for British soldiers,
back when the  British still colonized south east Asia,
then i heard stories about  people see  reflection of souls of the fallen,
what sad about this story  not only these spirits felt oblivious,
knowing its 2009 and not 1945 they still relived their duty,
to protect this school from invading Japanese elites,
i took small steps having my guard up for surprises,
a corner that adjacent to the storage room,
"****!" i say out loud to myself.

i have this strange phobias when it come to corners,
and got scared easily,
i have no friends to accompany me  that time,
because everyone is busy preparing last term of the day,
its time to face my fears so i forced my self
to complete that task i was given,
then something weird happened,
i hear what sounded like people talking
but i cant make  the sound,
" What the hell was that"  i whispered to my self,
i ignored it the more and more ignored that voice,
creeping through my ear drum.

as if you were in their presence  when they still alive,
i left the box  behind the storage door and i heard this
" Oy! don't litter ****** things everywhere child!"
i ran as fast as i can and that distinct British accent,
just scared the living crap out of me,

there were no English teachers even active at the time
only local teachers that are in that building working,
still through this day  hearing that class a voice manifesting
led me thinking why the hell i didn't bring my recorder.

ghosts story

Ron Richards Mar 2017

Civilization and its discovery

Canto I

Sit down my son and let me tell you the wonders of discovery,
long time ago our founders and its Engineers discovered ash,
from the ash they create  walls that able to dispel evil from our land,
from ash they able to create shelter,
so  our head won't felt the wrath of Zeus in the sleepiness night,
from ash  they able to disperse the hatred of Hades,
now as this ash extinguish its flame we can able to create peace inside,
that's not all they discovered,
after years and decades from sands they able to raise the strongest,
buildings that stand the test of time,
while our undying greed makes the best inventions,
fall to its empire.

now  you see  in the end no matter how strong one nation is,
they will never learn how to share those,
discovery greed and corruption will happened,
you take wrong turn and the people rebel against you,
so learn from your founders and your kings,
respect their hard work and the empire respected you.

an old loving king told a story how he built his successful civilization that ended with never ending political problem.

Ron Richards Mar 2017

ode to a dying old traveller

i use to travel far away from a distant sands of the oasis,
to awaken from a sleeping sun,
where the moon sweat icy winds through my skin,
we used to dream there's a civilization,
far away across the man's invention that **** another,
and its bullet that invent fears,
everyday i hope we get along,
on these dark time,
so i wrote poetry everyday  so people can see,
my experience that i hope open their eye,

i use to get framed by law,
got lock up on gulag for no reason ,
when my dying breath scream " justice"  but no one hear me,
i pray everyday to god,
if there's one please hear my cries,
so others don't suffer the same fate as me,
realize this I'm not the only one,

i travel across the amazon rivers,
filled with treacherous obstacle and almost killed me once,
but i survive through the harsh environment,
they used to make a path that i can see,
now the nature slowly consume its identity,
its all covered with poison,
at the end of path,
i see a breathtaking plateau,
and  my  faith is restored,

so i took a road to speak the last word of mine,
let the world know my experiences,
there's another world that we didn't know,
love its beauty and its beautiful culture,
filled with tender and  love ,
to embrace its creation and its destroyers,
after all we just human being,
with fulfillment  and  needs.

an ode of a dying old traveler with his journal by his side, after he finished his one poetry he passed away on the same spot where a young boy discovered his poetry.

Ron Richards Mar 2017

whose laughing now

i remember back then,
you were laughing at me,
that i couldn't make a name,
out of an art,
so many  negativity you throw at me,
i built my career from my ground up,
and you never were,
guess what i built fans all over the world,
they all support my work since day one,
its not easy to get notice,
but its easy to throw this at your face,
because i got the whole world  on their watch,
i love all the people that supports me ,
and i know some of them are watching me,

remember back then i use to beg for money,
just to get survive,
but now the money comes to me,
and you become the beggar ,
how its funny that long time ago you mock me,
growing up with you i never had anything nice,
but now the nice things come to me ,
when i wait and worked hard,
just living the live and  i just went for it.

Ron Richards Mar 2017

I been sober

wide open my eyes,
all i see is creation of fantasy,
that pierced my imagination,
push me to side and drag me off the cliff,
yes i even over worshiping drugs,
like gods and no one can't make me happy,
spreading my arms up in the air,
the feeling that i had to reach,
to salvation i can't find,
sometimes i dug my own grave,
that beg for impending doom.

i want to stop all this madness,
the addiction that pierced through my life,
****** me and my life.

i got helped for sometimes,
a help that i cant forget,
that instantly cured my depression,
cured all my sorrow,
i been sober but and yet people still treat me like trash,
it is not that i don't desire to change,
to pick up  the pieces i left abandoned on my life.

i always ask question why these things exist,
and why i got influenced all this,
it doesn't bring good in me and just pain,
i been looking at myself through the mirror,
all i hear my self screaming change,
i been gone for a while,
almost a year on my life,
shave my head  and had a long thought,
had a dark-side in me that i can't ignore
had another life in me that i cant reach.

sometime i want to find that special someone
that can  shield all these evil thoughts,
and why all these temptation just stop meeting that person,
why all these doors kept blocking me,
and why all this sins kept appearing,
why all these question keep  badgering me,
i want to change my self,
to become a better place,
all this negativity takes its tool ,
so god help me on next life.

i am just one man filled with passion,
but all these years growing up,
i wasn't the favorite son or relied upon,
i got used like a tool and get beaten up,
yet i stood up for myself,
jealousy began to took over my life and i was drawn into,
this lifestyle that freed my self from this depression,
but its reward are regret.

a milestone of life that i been sober almost 12 years recovering from chronic depression, yes i was a victim of abuse on many, i was victim of people that used me alot. i hope this poetry make people realize that drugs is not the ultimatum to escape your problems. please find help don't be like another drug addict.

#drugs

Ron Richards Mar 2017

Relationships

i been busting my soul for one person,
working all night to satisfy the others,
regret that i felt nothing,
its not like i love you,
because i know you read my poetry everyday,
you gave me  muse the never ending ideas,
so i kept writing everyday.

You know i been locking my self,
to the world,
because of insecurity of others
that they don't trust

there was an old man that i meet,
few weeks ago,
what sadden me that his car broke down,
he told me that none of his child does not care of him,
prying and crying everyday,
to disinfection my sorrow,
to eliminate all negativity,
nothing that i ever done seems to satisfy people,
i been walking through all  these pain,
pain of others that i felt,

no matter how hard i sang my poetry,
it is my escape to see the other world,
a world that i create,
filled with stories that you probably don't understand,
is it not that i wanted to bury you,
i spare you from the cryings you carry,
i would not be sorry for the things you do too,
i would be not forget what the hard work you put me through,

i'm just one man that writes and draw,
a picture of you still in my pocket,
i did  looked at everyday,
i asked myself this everyday,
why do you  want to make people happy,
it is not my choice its is my job that i was  gone for,
yet i never complain nor never regret.

Ron Richards Mar 2017

dethrone of the old kings

one one by one they seen the truth,
all the gold in the hands,
that hold by the wretched gauntlet,
with the conspiracy and inconsistency of its resistance,
don't you think its magical when people see the lies,
one chose to take control the perfecter,
the other that running through his boots against the sand,
build the walls they say within 45 days,
they whipped their bodies,
to build the security of another man,
that used to sat on a tallest tower,
the road will be never be same again,

they pit two man outside the walls,
to fight in the name of glory,
one guy dropped thousand gold
while the undeserving king overlooking,
the kingdom.

tonight we go to fight they say,
when the dead-man bell rang,
it echoed through the rest of he sand,
we walk against our will ,
to hail the dark king.