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Jan 2018 · 201
the bold and beauty
Ron Richards Jan 2018
two step on the stone,
as the life faded away,
i closed my eyes,
then  count 3 times,
i remembered when we used to hang out on playground,
forgetting the past when we grow up,
i know i don't have the talent to move up,
but i'm always honest and try to help you,
you never seen that path away,
you choose people undeserved to his place,
i got rejected away,
and see other road.
Jan 2018 · 155
gone but remembered
Ron Richards Jan 2018
dear uncle as i seen your body buried today,
doesn't mean its the end for me,
i know and i remembered your advice when i'm sick,
when i'm alone you the only relative that bought food,
when i'm hungry
and when i'm alone you listen to my whine about life,
i'm shock to see you passed away dear uncle,
to me you more then an uncle,
you were like my 2nd father that i could hold on to,
i don't know how much i can't express to you,
but to appreciate you when you still alive,
thank you for all you did,
when you got buried i was the only guy with a phone on my hand,
so that i can share those moments when you gone and i can remember you,
there's so many deaths i coudlnt bear with it,
to my favorite idols and my relatives,
i still have more uncles that i could talk to,
but you i put trust with you,
and i'm glad that we could share a few things when you still alive,
thank you for taking care of me,
for all you did i wont forget and will keep it to heart.
a greatest friend and a greatest father i could ever had, sadly he passed away today 3.1.2018
Dec 2017 · 159
METPO 2033 EXODUS
Ron Richards Dec 2017
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DuvN4YcJ0ZA


The city lights are forgiving today,
as i hit my last stop i sense a  scene,
a scene that tells me one thing,
A new begging,
I rectified what i once believed in,
and now let's the  show begins.
Dec 2017 · 176
METPO 2033 The Last Man
Ron Richards Dec 2017
I couldn't remember  the smell of fresh air,
or the smile of my own wife  staring at the sunset,
i couldn't remember when i hear  a soothing song to help me sleep,
a once humble beginning now no more,
for what i believe in is now gone,
i can't count how long i am in these tunnels,
wondering endlessly without a purpose,
From place to place i hinder,
from dust to  dust i hunger certainty,
a  thriving empire that believe the hammer built its foundation,
what once a feared nation,
now become isolation.
Ron Richards Nov 2017
i wrote this poem to clear off my mind,
as i lay on the ground surrounded by mystery,
gone the past,
moved on to the future,
so  others can see my end,
deliver my faith and see how i love you,
weary weather i walked under you,
i am always i am always writing this poetry,

i made this poetry of your reflection,
when you smile i stare at you,
but how can i describe my status,
i am just a roamer to clear my own,
i had to chase my past,
i don't know and always there.

i use to sang your favorite songs,
from afar,
in this very spot i stand i'm waiting,
lately your image still fresh in my mind,
the feeling i cant describe.
Sep 2017 · 189
I'm okay
Ron Richards Sep 2017
it's hard to say where i'm headed,
from time to time there's always decision,
back and forth and struggling to achieved,
Just my computer and me,
it's always been there like a  boy and his dog,
" Frankly as long as i breath my work is   going to be alive as i am",
" - To sooth this lonesome i rode along as the time changes"
" i forgot how fun it was just to write all the time"
" seeing all those fans just waiting for my another work"
it's always been like this a place of my own,
I go to usual place and go whenever i wanted,
I  felt the old flame again it's always good to feel that.
Sep 2017 · 165
Here's to you
Ron Richards Sep 2017
i know all this time,
i been busy with my life,
At times i think about old times,
where i use to go everywhere,
From  Asia to Norway and elsewhere,
We used to travel every now and then,
Things has change hasn't it,
And my voice still haven't heard,
Today all these memories will be remembered,
I would love to see these again,

I push away my family for the sake of entertainment,
I guess it's entertainer curse,
all sudden after all these years my crew passed on,
one by one see them passed away,
to be honest it's made me sad how it end.

I'm sorry i can't be there for you guys all the time,
I have stacked of time that been obstacle  in my life,
I would like  to have that old time,
But in the end i'm  all alone,
Back to square one,
so i just move on to see another same old routine.
A thoughts of mine.
Ron Richards Aug 2017
To enter one mind is to answer  a thought,
A question that we all asked everyday,
Is  an answer that we seek,
What lies beneath is something more,
A Darker Thoughts that no one dared to go.

A tainted world covered with problems,
It's like a Endless disease that wouldn't die,
I long endure to find the cure,
but nothing seems to work the way its intended,
A speed of light that people often debate,
An unexplained terrible occurrence often create,
The ghostly sightings that we see everyday,
For what exactly hidden beyond,
One mind can't easily comprehend.

Everyday we grasping for life,
For whatever cost it always led to death,
in the end  there's no such thing is solution,
it always be a problem.
Aug 2017 · 934
Fata Morgana Chapter I
Ron Richards Aug 2017
There's one saying a start of civilization is a sign of life,
people questioned that life each day,
to hold,
and to create,
each day a mirage created to resembled an image of man,
what is this new phenomena they call mirage,
some say its created by a light,
other saying is a vision from god telling you an  impending doom is coming,
we ask this constant question every day,
is this a mirage or signs.
Ron Richards Jul 2017
my mom say pray every night,
wake up every morning  be a voice  next day,
for whatever cause,
to join the military,
i was crossing through  rivers and jungles,
i hurt my self by a falling tree,
injured by an accident that i didn't notice,
but hey for whatever cause i serve my country,

i travel far across the map,
seeing so many cultures,
attend so humanitarian service  during my youth,
i'm glad not to ****,
i was trained to save people,
not many people know being a soldier as a meaning,
just not to hold a gun,
we showed up not to blow it up,
not to destroy  live,

not many people know i am a soldier,
i maintain my identity as a civilian,
outside the life we call the culture of man,
it took me so many years,
to understand how to be a true soldier,
i always cry to see one nation cry for help,
when their government didn't have a clue,
they have written their names in blood,

you are not alone,
just remember that we are here to serve you,
so you can sleep soundly at night,
give you food when you're government didn't care,
although i am sick and tired the enemy mischief,
i'm thankful each day i don't take one life,
we are trained to understand to each  situation.
not many people know i am semi-retired soldier, joined in a 103th army in the  Japanese branch,  joined humanitarian   on nato campaign to liberate  nations that require our services.
Jul 2017 · 228
vietnam war
Ron Richards Jul 2017
the war tells a story,
its like peeling layers of  onion,
each layer have its painful memory,
we walk through Saigon swamp,
and its cities filled with  hatred,
i traveled from america,
hearts fill with pride,
when i got through Vietnam,
i felt alone,
some felt all messed up,
we all didn't have a clue what we doing,
all we told to ****.

when we gather with all our weapons held high,
its like the age of golden eras,
where men would wear armor,
then we storm the battlefield,
some say this war is for our families,
and others too naive say  we fight for freedom
of whatever  cause we don't know
we sprayed lots of bullet for money.

we build walls to save lives,
but we purge it instead saving,
sometimes i think outside the wall
beyond the jungle ,
and the ninh river,
all i ever think is back home,

my boy is 12 now,
i miss his 12th year birthday,
i was out to fight the *****,
but their freedom wasn't theirs,
it was ours,
we didn't have a clue who we fight for.

i was laid as a skinhead on us,
born in bald hair with sealed uniform,
that looks like we going to war,
arrived in vietnam,
was shocked to see all these innocent died,
for freedom that we don't earn,
it's theirs and its there to stay,
as i grew up around the war,
i learn how to l be human.
a series of stories from other veterans of vietnam
Jun 2017 · 254
to fans
Ron Richards Jun 2017
thank you for all the support you gave to me,
although i left the music industry long time ago,
some of you still remember who i am like decades ago,
we still talked even i was missing for a while,
i made this poetry and goes to you the fans,
i couldn't express the amount of love you have given to me.

i make  internet videos  to have fun with you guys,
its all i can do is let them know they hanging with someone,
that still kicking for all these years,
thank you f or all the gift you given me,
without you  my career doesn't exist,
i can only say a millions of words about you guys.

i know i don't reveal who i am yet,
someday you know who i am,
what i do in the past and the amount of contribution i give,
its not much but its how i can return the favor.

i remember when i had ups and down,
you guys where there to give me motivation,
i pick up whatever pieces i had left,
even tho i messed up an empire that i created,

i remembered when i travel world,
and dated a fan she meant a world to me,
although that relationship didn't last long,
we broke up on a two year relationship,
but we still friends,
i cant express how much i love my fans,
things we go through together,
and create art together,
i couldn't thank you enough,
thank you for being there for me.
a letter to my fans all around the world new and old thank you for supporting me i took time to wrote this poetry last night it took me a good hour to remember things.
Jun 2017 · 338
Motherhood
Ron Richards Jun 2017
mother i know you worked so hard,
long time ago we had nothing,
but you  get us anything that we wanted,
i am grateful for what you done to my me and brother,
still abusive father still do whatever he wants,
and you were there comfort us.

i never asked much a love is enough,
to me when you cried that night,
i was depressed whole day,
you inspired me the moment i laid on your work,
you wrote stories day and night,
and i become your number one fan,
without you're work that inspired me to write my own poetry,
although i despise for what dad did to us,
all i can ignore the pain away.

mother thank you for all this years that you helped me,
you  the only person that helped when i'm lost,
i never truly understand how a mother would think,
even tho people thought you are selfish and mean,
but they don't understand  you  like i do,
it doesn't matter a thing to me when people gave bad criticism.
an unpublished mothers day gift idk D: i didn't have the chance to gave her this
Jun 2017 · 306
Love to who you are
Ron Richards Jun 2017
I believe there's piece left to carry,
to someone seeing those sorrows,
i love when people just follow you,
all the way to the end,
to love a dozen ways,

i never had anything just a talent that i build,
a skill that appreciate more then money,
sometimes i stare at the window,
thinking there's another life outside these boundaries,
we all call wall of life,
sometimes i think of greed on another nation,
chasing all those powers just to control people
for whatever cost,

it's self assured to be ***** you are,
just all  you need is yourself,
don't worry things that come to you,
it will be naturally a reward that you can carry,

i wrote this song so that you can see how i feel,
a constant fakery happens around the world,
no matter how sincere you are your thoughts speaks to you,
i always think problem dissolve its own way,

i sing this song everyday in hopes to drown my  problems away,
i write poetry everyday so others can see how i been through,
an endless mental issues that i cant avoid,
so i reach others who felt the same as away as me,
to reach my cries that no one really cared,

i'm always thinking that no matter how many words i put,
no one can be this crazy just to write thousands of lines,
to realize how hard you worked each day,
but no one really heard your voice.
its everyday feeling i had.
Jun 2017 · 266
Ghosts at the tower
Ron Richards Jun 2017
as i stared into darkest glimpse of the highland tower,
i feel a slight glint of an eye staring at me in the dark,
i ran as fast as i can but the eye kept following me,
managed to hide in a room and it was long gone,
it was bound to earth with no where to go,
its raining and i cant go home,
soaked in a revolting water smells from the ceiling,
i point my camera with heavy breathing,
not knowing what come after me,
i close my eyes and pray for the lord,
as the hour gone by i was trapped in a corner and cant escape the fear,
what is real fear i asked my self,
i kept asking the same question over and over in hopes  of a clear way,
i kept shouting random names in hope to find my friend,
we got separated between levels of the tower,
" Khai! where are you" i shouted,
for some reason our walkies don't work,
it just static over a creepy sound,
i walked 50 minutes  to a destination and feel tired,
i passed out in middle of dark hallway and  took a  nap,
i keep having this visions where eyes laid on my sleeping body,
but then again who  am i  to judged this feeling,
my skepticism is high on this one,
i refused to believed it but it kept appearing in my eyes,
the next day we finally escaped at the highland tower,
it was truly frightening experience with just the two of us
we pray after the exit and beg forgiveness to the spirits,
in hopes they wont follow us back.
a collection of memory when we out ghost hunting in kuala lumpur, highland tower a gutted building that once stood high  and  have rich history.  1992 this tower experience the wrath of mother nature and the building fell down, it got rebuild back due to tax  and people cant pay the amount of  bills the building complex  lay abandoned.
Jun 2017 · 263
Unchained
Ron Richards Jun 2017
Chained on endless pleasure,
trapped between reality and fiction,
all these  passion that i couldn't understand,
that made rebel,
they say life is so cruel,
we got drenched into pit of confusion,
and a cesspool of hate,
there's rarely a desire.

it was burden for me to think of you,
although you not expecting my love,
you realized that i'm   just  standing on ground,
it took me long to understand what it mean.
tag a meaning if you know what it means.
Ron Richards Jun 2017
when i was born to this earth,
to whom curious,
i dont come here for  grief,
i dont march on pointless pride,
i am just human being non pay for the sins,

i carry this cross,
because i still have faith in you,
but when i was sick,
you weren't there
i am tired  running away from myself,
pray for no salvation but your self,

i always am myself,
till the end and always be,
i carry this burden for you
but i get nothing back,
to hell and paradise back again,
all those drugs,
and i  don't starve till i'm done.
to each his own meaning on this poetry or song.
Jun 2017 · 512
Last person i talk with
Ron Richards Jun 2017
it's been long time now my friend,
lots of things happening now,
i wrote this letter to the world,
the things you used to teach me,
only god know how valuable it is.

Still when I'm alone,
your inspired work  has always been with me,
i carry it to the end,
with pride held high and all those sleepless night.

during at the times it was our darkest days,
we haven't sell anything or make any money,
yet we can party like it was our victory,
all those efforts we did since day one,
without you it was in vain,
now you lost i was sad for years,
all those tears was wasted  on useless empty place.

i remember all those years we struggle as an artist
and you were there to say "it's okay".
in memory of  goes by name of "Kacey" Her handle on art community. she is seriously an awesome person greatly missed her :(
Ron Richards Jun 2017
sometimes i think shes hiding,
her tears and all sadness in her emotions,
i always think this differently,
yet i try different ways to be good,
but i always ended in failures,
i don't know what i done,
but every-time i pray on rosary that someday shell be happy.

let me experience your smile again,
let me dry all those sorrows away.

i remember when i said you were mine,
but you left alone all alone,
i always ask this question why,
do you decided to part away from me.

let me pray for your compassion,
let me understand your passion,

like a flower to an endless confession,
its was  once you stood on a standing stone,
behind a a tall tree,
they say love is so cruel,
which is true  that doesn't belong in one place,
but we were born there,
our name was carved on the wood.

i wrote this song to show my love to you
but you walking away from me slowly
the day i lost you its the darkest day for me
it makes my inner soul numb.

wish i was near with you
they say everything love isn't nothing new
made one but its completely ignored
but when you say you make a river
they wanted to move the mountains
away with the disire.
a song i wrote for this one girl that cheated me with other guys :(
May 2017 · 272
They are there
Ron Richards May 2017
sometimes i think the shades are Grey are moving
where all these weeping sound of wind are creeping
chills and spine when i'm all alone
might be  some staring
sometimes they are singing under a moonlight
i don't know maybe i'm imagining stuff night
when dogs are barking non stop all day
thats when they come
to take
or to claim
they are here to stay.
Mar 2017 · 260
viewing life and the other
Ron Richards Mar 2017
as i looked through the window outside,
wondering how people went on their lives,
on a long journey outside man's creations,
virtually impossible to comprehend,
we use to think how Pharaohs build the pyramid,
or the Mayan  philosophy  that shaped mankind through the future.

I believe  there's more life to offer,
whether its fortune or the inexpensive experience,
or to invent something new,
we claim this earth and no "other" beings ever dare to spoke about,
so enjoy these while it lasted,

I pity those who  don't appreciate their own,
think this what you can see what tomorrow has to offer,
such an amazing myriad of opinions,
so the  end and where it goes,
or to strip its content to see the other side.
Mar 2017 · 299
Storage ghost.
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
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
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.
Mar 2017 · 235
whose laughing now
Ron Richards Mar 2017
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.
Mar 2017 · 259
I been sober
Ron Richards Mar 2017
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.
Mar 2017 · 218
Relationships
Ron Richards Mar 2017
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.
Mar 2017 · 225
dethrone of the old kings
Ron Richards Mar 2017
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.
Mar 2017 · 263
the hymn of Heraclitus
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.
Mar 2017 · 366
kings and pawns
Ron Richards Mar 2017
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.
Mar 2017 · 269
proclaim your slavery
Ron Richards Mar 2017
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.
Mar 2017 · 540
Biel of the orphans
Ron Richards Mar 2017
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
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.
Mar 2017 · 516
A Touch of sexual fantasy
Ron Richards Mar 2017
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.
Mar 2017 · 278
ghosts under waking moon
Ron Richards Mar 2017
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.
Mar 2017 · 238
look around you
Ron Richards Mar 2017
look around you
wars all over
desperation starve the hunger
dare to chase  the once that corrupt

life perished between your eyes
as we covered in oblivious everyday entertainment
none to reflected the others
this has become my song
and become my  advocate of feelings
hear their plead and see  their pain

nation build statues to showcase their ego
and away from the honesty
all the future we know is not yet bleak
but hope will rise one day
someday a herald will raise to voice its  prophecy
lets drown its worries
unpublished poem that i was planned to  release but i was reluctant to its meaning tho.
Mar 2017 · 257
Life is a two side of coin
Ron Richards Mar 2017
save yourself from the pain
to please and to see
the other
the everyday mirror that you see
disintegration  slowly
toxicity of its loneliness
filling the void to see another dream

consume by everyday chemical
as i watch my feelings slowly drown
to point the accused and felt blamed

i been uphold on my own dreams
and being the   weight of many
building the confidence slowly
confronting my own darkness
to know its own meaning and its literature
and understand myself.
an original poetry based of who i am and myself, hello my name is ron.w richards i am an old member from poetfreak.com

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