Leaves Love

Something new, inspired by and dedicated to a very good friend. However, it will no doubt speak to anyone who has been there.p1015-19b

Leaves Love

Some day’s a wake; we reminisce.
So much at stake; to love like this.

Our sadness climbs; relentlessly.
From joyful times; oh, family tree.

A photograph; of rings gone by.
A tortured laugh; as we ask why.

The dinner’s set; an empty chair.
Our tears though wet; cannot repair.

This fucking life; it seems so wrong.
Where dirge is rite; and love the song.

If one could take such pain away.
Though hearts will break, we choose to stay.

In pain right now; intensely felt.
To honor bow; we tensely knelt.

Today our grief must own the day.
As fallen leaf returns to clay.

The one who leaves, knows only joy.
To love we cleave; learned as a boy.

Yea, one who’s gone knows perfect peace.
Who’s heart beats on; let love increase.
Whose heart beats on, let love increase.


Poetry Compilation, er… ahh… List

For the poetry lovers here is my first e-compilation. Most of these are committed to memory so that I can slam ’em at local open mics. You can check out my planned outings on my Events page.

  • I so loved the wolf (Off-site link)
  • An arrangement of 80 one syllable words you can find just lying around the house!

  • Crashing Utopia
  • What does utopia look like? Before and after the crash … oh and during.

  • our turn (Off-site link)
  • Why turning to God is more like not turning away.

  • the rich young american
  • Who was that rich young ruler? And what was he thinking!?

  • life was so simple before i died
  • Ahh.. the simple life. Not about the tv reality show– just reality.

  • my friend
  • So when we say, “I love my friend” what exactly do we mean?

  • cast•a•way
  • Castaway attempts to answer the question, “What does the cycle of evil look like?” A follow-up question might be, “And why does Ric seem know so much about it?”

  • The Prettiest Shackle
  • An indictment of the 14k gold WWJD bracelet. If you are thinking of buying one you should read this first. You can send me the money you save.

  • the f-word
  • A story of forgiveness.

  • the canvas of your mind
  • Excuse me, would you mind if I paint a picture in your mind? Yes? Cool! This might sting a little.

  • Jesus is my Garbage Man
  • While doodling one day I wrote this sanctification how-to manual.

  • ‘Twas the Very First Christmas
  • A truth-ladened variation of The Night Before Christmas.

  • The First Christmas Tree
  • I was on a roll of firsts.

  • Nothing Special
  • Why is there so much nothing? It like, EVERYWHERE!

  • Birth Day
  • Not to be confused with birth day anniversary.

birth day

And with that he breathed on them and said, “Receive the Holy Spirit.” –John 20:22

birth day
upon a dark time
there lived a dead man
alone in his mind,
relying on sand.
as branch he’ll just die,
so wistful, forlorn
in secret he’ll cry.
not buried nor born.
as fetus can’t breathe,
he loves the dark room.
he stays, will not leave.
so cozy. sow doom.
upon the right time
there died a live man
alone yet sublime,
a rock among sand
sow wages to pay,
he enters this womb
a fetus parlayed,
surrendered, entombed.
first gasp of His breath,
born dripping His blood
as Life took on death,
a rose in the sun.
upon such a time
there died the dead man
now born in the vine
and breathing I am!

birth day is a poetic rendition of The Atheist ‘n Me (or vise versa)

Thank You

Thank you for your prayers for David. He is home now. The operation went well. This is his second surgery in 11 months. He is still in need of a miracle, so pray as you feel led. However, each day is a miracle for David… defying medical odds and spending more time here with us in this life.

My Closely Guarded Secrets to Making it to a 27th Wedding Anniversary

Okay, so I’ve given this some considerable thought and I’ve decided to share some of my wisdom. I know, oxymoron but just bear with me. Say you want to one day celebrate a 27 year wedding anniversary, how might you go about getting there? Here’s my list:

  1. Get Married. The sooner the better. Many well-intentioned people overlook this very important step. I mean, after you’ve been with someone for 27 years, wouldn’t be great to celebrate your 27th wedding anniversary? Think of it like you think of your 401k. That would be dumb, right?
  2. Live. I know, weird but important. Your anniversary date will come regardless but the celebration will no doubt be funner if you follow this rule.
  3. Stay married. I know, “Duh!” It sounds simple but you may be surprised at how many people forget this rule. Again the anniversary of your wedding will come with or without your marriage intact but the celebration will be funner…
  4. Remember your anniversary. Critical. If you want to live (see rule #2) to celebrate your 27th, follow this simple rule.
  5. Never attempt to define a loving relationship with a list of rules. Its been tried. They even wrote a book about it. Truth.

Twenty-Seven Year Anniversary

Or, put another way, Patti-n-Ric turn 27 today!

Twenty-seven years ago my bride, Patti, and I set out on this journey we call marriage. I have tried to write a poem but they all sound cheessie. “After 27 years in as many beers, I long for you to know my love for you still swells grows.” I will keep working this to see if anything meaningful comes to mind. “I love you” covers it.

I wish I could offer profound advice for young people. However, I do not feel I have accomplished this feat called marriage of 27 years. I did not start out with Ric’s 7 principles of a successful marriage. I have not developed 7 principles along the way.

There was a time when we were both at our wits end. That is, we were dangerously close to calling it quits. Marriage counseling (which for me, was much needed psychological counseling) helped to reveal some walls we had unwittingly erected about our lives. Somehow we emerged from those difficult times still married! Again, I am at a loss for putting my finger on the secret advice to pass along.

Still, some of you are out there screaming, “Just tell me what you did!” Well, okay. Ready?

I got married at 21 and clueless. That is, before actually ever getting a full-time job and before actually moving out of my parent’s home, I found someone beautiful who had two children and we were wedded after dating 6 months. I continued going to school full-time for 2 years and finished my undergrad. My spouse continued working full-time and supporting me, which is probably why its important to find someone beautiful. I got a job (finally!) and began chasing the American Dream relentlessly. My chasing continued for about 13 years. I worked like a madman, seeking validation in my career. I neglected my family. When the bottom fell out (thank God for that btw) I agreed to some family and marriage counseling. Of course my motive for agreeing to this was to “fix” my family, as I was arrogantly confident of my own perfection. As part of my fix-it strategy, I began taking my family to church. Certainly not for my benefit of course. However, God had other plans. I stumbled upon Him in Galatians or He found me and we met. whatev. After much counseling and searching I came to Galatians 5:6. Life has not been the same since.

Please do not attempt to duplicate this stunt at home.
I am happily married to the bride of my youth for 27 years now. Please, no applause. Certainly no bows. Kneeling maybe.

I am simply blessed and thankful that someone is looking out for me.

Crashing Utopia

Yet when I surveyed all that my hands had done and what I had toiled to achieve, everything was meaningless, a chasing after the wind; nothing was gained under the sun. –Ecclesiastes 2:11

Crashing Utopia

How many paint brushes die in the attic?
How many writers just lay down their sword?
How many singers whisper in a closet?
How many preachers just echo the word?

How many teachers sit hushed in a cube?
How many lovers sleep together all alone?
How many fighters fall watching the tube?
How many dreamers are longing for home?

In sameness monotony we hide in suburbia,
Fashioning our regimen in regimented fashion.
Indifferent denial we declare it’s utopia.
Our impotent hearts devoid of love’s passion.

We repeat old patterns through time and space,
Waking each morning to a day older face.
We complain about rushing…about going too slow.
Completely surrounded and completely unknown.

We dream of a place we fear just might exist
While writing our grocery and to-do lists.
We retire each night taking stock of our lives,
Kicking ourselves for buying into the lies.

Yet in this functional madness you came,
For one painful moment to cry out your name.
So utopia, as we know it, can come crashing down,
In eerie slow motion like tears with no sound.

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