tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86472088255744495352024-03-13T14:57:58.770-07:00Prose of a ConRicky Z's Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02751405019964039162noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647208825574449535.post-61572951195698896442010-11-29T14:07:00.000-08:002010-11-30T08:28:07.338-08:00The Rest of My DaysFor these past months, I've changed every day<br />
It's been positive input, I'm feeling my way<br />
I've found myself finally, letting go of the past<br />
It's almost as if, a dye has been cast<br />
My life is getting better, it's great being alive<br />
My energy is high, so is my will and drive<br />
For the first time in years, I think it's sinking in<br />
And I've made up my mind, I'm not going back where I've been<br />
The drugs and the booze, have left their mark on me<br />
Though the past can't be changed, in the future we'll see<br />
I've made a commitment, to God and myself<br />
to treat myself better, in mind and in health<br />
it's not going to be east, but good things never are<br />
old situations still linger, though you're never out of the car<br />
you've learned to to no, and you now stick to your guns<br />
You're know more alive, without those four day runs<br />
It took forty years to open that lock, for those who still suffer<br />
It's time to take stalk<br />
Time is getting shorter, so don't fly to high<br />
Without that old baggage, give this new way a try<br />
If you're true to yourself, to the lord and his ways<br />
your life will be solid, for the rest of your days<br />
so never give up, be caring and share<br />
and the end of your rope, he will always be there<br />
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Ricky ZRicky Z's Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02751405019964039162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647208825574449535.post-20943640959279050732010-11-29T13:31:00.000-08:002010-11-30T08:27:23.844-08:00Just how RealThere is no cure, for this lifetime's disease<br />
And if you think there is, just tell me please<br />
For forty years now, I've struggled so <br />
To fine there's so much, that I still don't know<br />
I've lost it all, it seems so many times<br />
As I failed to read, all those warning signs<br />
More than my share, of chances though<br />
How bad off I was, I just didn't know<br />
That I love life, was my total excuse<br />
It justified simply, all my drug abuse<br />
For so many years, I've just wondered why<br />
All the good things in life, just past me by<br />
I burned it all, on everyone but me<br />
Never realizing, I had the key<br />
It filled me with rage, with anger so strong<br />
It gave me reassurance, I that didn't belong<br />
Just one more excuse, to seek a new high<br />
Rolling on to the bitter end, I didn't bat an eye<br />
This life I was living, seemed without end<br />
Until that day I buried, my only true friend<br />
In my sweetest dreams, I still see her face<br />
But now that she's gone, I'm lost with no trace<br />
One lonely man, is who I've become<br />
My bones they all ache now, my mind old and numb <br />
I guess a broken heart, is the hardest to heal<br />
As I'm finding out now, it's just all to real <br />
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Ricky ZRicky Z's Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02751405019964039162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647208825574449535.post-23223286581114962722010-11-24T10:14:00.000-08:002010-11-24T10:18:10.416-08:00Fine LineLife is a challenge, embrace every day<br />
Ask God in your prayers,to show you the way<br />
Because of ol Satan, And all of his lies<br />
The more that you listen, the more you are wise<br />
Remember that nothing is ever the same<br />
So learn all you can, and don't place the blame<br />
Friends are forever, if you choose them right <br />
When you work at it all day<br />
you sleep well at night<br />
That God is your savior, don't ever doubt<br />
know what to hold in, and what to let out<br />
Through out your life, many changes will come<br />
What may be good for you,may not be good for some<br />
Every ones different, No two are the same<br />
You shoot your best shot, when you take careful aim<br />
Life has a balance, search find and you find<br />
Between deception and honesty, is a very fine lineRicky Z's Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02751405019964039162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647208825574449535.post-55586511300165398382010-11-23T21:20:00.000-08:002010-11-23T21:20:00.335-08:00No Two are the SameI'm well on my way, just to where i'll decide<br />
without all the drama, and my own foolish pride<br />
I'm learning to live, with myself once again<br />
And i'm trying to be honest, from now to the end<br />
I've done my share, of time and mistakes<br />
I deserved all I got, along with the breaks<br />
But I wont' go back, to the way I once was<br />
The way a man lives, are in the things that he does<br />
Abide all you can, and help those in need<br />
to plant a great crop, you must start with great seeds<br />
So learn all you can, it helps to be sure<br />
You can let that past go now, you're not who you were<br />
Be a friend to a friend, and know who are not<br />
Be thankful to God, for the blessings you got<br />
Remember those times, you were happy and free<br />
Work hard and play hard, to be all you can be<br />
With God as your savior, you're never without<br />
That He loves you dearly, there can be no doubt<br />
For the love of your children, you know you've been blessed<br />
If you don't steer them wrong, they won't be second guessed<br />
Be honest and faithful, and you'll live without shame<br />
Of all of life's wonders, no two are the same<br />
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Ricky <br />
ZRicky Z's Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02751405019964039162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647208825574449535.post-91714748140575699312010-11-22T18:49:00.000-08:002010-11-22T18:57:43.705-08:00With You in My LifeI never knew love, until you showed me how<br />
That soft gentle touch, that kiss on my brow<br />
There's no better feeling, you snuggling by me<br />
My heart burns with fire, my soul feels so free<br />
The love we both share, is second to none<br />
And when we make love, you make it so fun<br />
I just want to thank you, for being there<br />
To me the best part, is the love we both share<br />
I'm gratefully happy, for someone like you<br />
No one comes close, girl, believe me it's true<br />
To the girl of my dreams, we can make it my love<br />
No turning back, we've been blessed from above<br />
When you hold me close, how could I ask for more<br />
with you in my life, I will never die poorRicky Z's Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02751405019964039162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647208825574449535.post-62758310987521518002010-11-22T18:37:00.000-08:002010-11-22T18:37:46.359-08:00Don't Make it Your LastLive is worth living, so don't ever give in<br />
Sometimes it's like, you just can't win<br />
With so much to learn, and time goes so fast<br />
Who knows when you next breathe, will be your last<br />
Live, love, and listen, and keep some at bay<br />
Don't sell yourself short, and do what you say<br />
The associations you make, whether you rise or fall<br />
Should be your own choice, for one and for allRicky Z's Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02751405019964039162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647208825574449535.post-79420069217102363562010-11-19T08:21:00.000-08:002010-11-19T08:21:47.863-08:00Turning PointI've been in the system, for to many years'<br />
Though I've finished my sentence, But still have my fears<br />
When the devil shows up, will I fall like before<br />
Or this time stand tall, sending him out the door<br />
The truth of the matter, is that, time will tell<br />
IF I'll overcome, or if, he will prevail<br />
I'm not looking forward, to fighting again<br />
But life is a challenge, you fight to the end<br />
I now need my family, now more than ever before<br />
If I don't put things together, I'm gonna die poor<br />
There are so many things, that I've yet to do<br />
Mountains, valleys, and rivers, I'd like to cross them all<br />
And a lady who loves me, the rest of my days<br />
Whom I can depend on, for her gentle ways<br />
That God will stand by me, that I live in His light<br />
That for His commandments, I am willing to fight<br />
That before I'm gone, that is Son will return<br />
That the devil's in hell, for eternity to burn<br />
No more wars or distraction, with peace for mankind<br />
This is what I predict, in the future we'll find<br />
That my son understands, and that were friends again<br />
and through it all, that once more, new beginnings beginRicky Z's Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02751405019964039162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647208825574449535.post-88282904824789579302010-11-18T11:38:00.000-08:002010-11-18T11:38:59.065-08:00On Our 32nd AnniversaryTo Sue, your tender face and look<br />
will hold me until the loving end<br />
I've lost so much, I can't have back<br />
So much to learn. So much I lack<br />
I am so grateful, you share your love with me<br />
Because of you, I feel God's blessing from above<br />
And I am saved from Satan's fire<br />
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To feel your heart with love's desire<br />
Back in love again with you, my dearest friend<br />
Our hearts bonding until the end<br />
True lovers, is how, we should stay<br />
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Falling in love more each day<br />
I want to give you all I can<br />
To be your tender loving man<br />
With loving care forever more<br />
Ir's you and me, for richer and poorRicky Z's Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02751405019964039162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647208825574449535.post-12409934582858385612010-11-16T13:56:00.000-08:002010-11-16T13:57:55.478-08:00The WallI pray for the families, of these men, in here<br />
Because it's harder on them, than it first may appear<br />
For in some of their hearts, there is guilt and there is shame<br />
While others may feel, it's them self to blame<br />
When you have a loved one, locked up inside<br />
While others may feel, it's their self that's to blame<br />
When you have a loved one, locked up in state prison<br />
You sometime feel angry, about this family division<br />
But remember this friends, you beat evil with good<br />
and though life isn't fair, it should be understood<br />
With love there is hope, I believe this is true<br />
And the more that you have, the more you can do<br />
We must have in our hears, understanding for all<br />
for united we stand, and divided we fall<br />
So to all those who suffer, send your love and your prayers<br />
Because inside it's good knowing, that someone out there still cares<br />
Though I may be a convert, my love's for you all<br />
It's forgiveness my people, that will break down the wall<br />
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Ricky ZRicky Z's Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02751405019964039162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647208825574449535.post-75344180507655655232010-11-07T09:33:00.001-08:002010-11-07T09:33:55.512-08:00At the End of My RopeThrough all of my perils, there’s been so much despair<br />
If my track record holds, I won’t make it out there<br />
Frustration erupts, as I, blow my top<br />
It’s that same old story, I am unable to stop<br />
In the life of an addict, things change day to day<br />
And it’s usually due to, the games that we play<br />
The lying, the cheating, unable to face facts<br />
Every deal that we do, the monkey’s still on our backs<br />
As I lost my integrity, the truth all but dies<br />
And when it all comes forth, I’m caught in my lies<br />
When it comes out, It’s hard sometimes knowing<br />
Unable to go forth, I’m no longer growing<br />
The big wheel keeps turning, it cycles again<br />
Without honesty and integrity, you have no true friend<br />
Once you’ve reached this point, usually there’s no return<br />
The devil he dances, as your soul slowly burns<br />
The only way out, is for God to step in<br />
And though you certainly don’t deserve it, He forgives you, your sins<br />
It’s so hard to surrender, as you look to the sky<br />
Knowing this time, not to quit, is to die<br />
Life starts getting better, with each brand new day<br />
But through all of life’s setbacks, you’ve now found, a way<br />
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Ricky<br />
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Through all of life's perils, I must remain strong<br />
Some days I could swear, I was just born to lose<br />
It justifies all of the drugs that I use<br />
Although I believe, and the lord is my savior<br />
It never has altered, all of my bad behavior<br />
I'm coming to grips with myself at last<br />
As I no longer am able, to live in that path<br />
My time here on earths, getting shorter each day<br />
Sometimes I feel myself, slipping away<br />
For those who still suffer, I care a great deal<br />
Not for liars and thieves, who deceive and who steal<br />
Life is too short, and there is so much to learn<br />
Beware of ol Statan, or you'll surely burn<br />
Remember sometimes, life can be so unfair<br />
The key is understanding, what blows in the air<br />
Relax, take it easy, and don't lose your drive<br />
Through all tribulations, it's great being alive<br />
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Ricky ZRicky Z's Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02751405019964039162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647208825574449535.post-21784836575136907682010-10-29T12:55:00.000-07:002010-10-29T12:55:01.462-07:00Slipping Away<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style>
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<div class="MsoNormal">It’s no wonder our nation, so full of confusion</div><div class="MsoNormal">Our leaders have lied, with all their illusions</div><div class="MsoNormal">We really don’t know who to trust anymore, it seems no politician is worth voting for</div><div class="MsoNormal">All empty promises no real results, while religions now<span> </span>nothing but glorified cults</div><div class="MsoNormal">Foreign investors are buying us out, we seemed to have lost what this country is about</div><div class="MsoNormal">Our homeless they die on our streets everyday, as our government keeps giving billions away</div><div class="MsoNormal">Will they ever know and will they ever see, just what they’ve done to the land of the free</div><div class="MsoNormal">It seems to be getting much worse every day, what our fore fathers fought for is slipping away</div><div class="MsoNormal">The war that’s on drugs, is but one more diversion, to raise up more taxes for their next excursion</div><div class="MsoNormal">It seems to be getting much worse every year, as our jails are all full and our prisons are near</div><div class="MsoNormal">Will they ever know and will they ever see, this what they’ve done to the land of the free</div><div class="MsoNormal">The people have given as much as they can, we must ban together, we must make a stand</div><div class="MsoNormal">For if we don’t soon, I fear their’s a day, when we all see our freedom, has just slipped away</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal">I no longer need, to live in the past</div><div class="MsoNormal">As for any more chances, this is probably my last</div><div class="MsoNormal">Changed the course of my life, as I burned every bridge</div><div class="MsoNormal">Never seemed to be able, to top that list ridge</div><div class="MsoNormal">Without getting better, I never got well</div><div class="MsoNormal">Though, my ship, it <span> </span>came in, it never set sail</div><div class="MsoNormal">So now here I sit, in a life full of doubt</div><div class="MsoNormal">Not sure I can change, what it’s all been about</div><div class="MsoNormal">But I won’t stop trying, and like it or not</div><div class="MsoNormal">When I meet sober people, I now like what they’ve got</div><div class="MsoNormal">And although it takes time, it’s still on my side</div><div class="MsoNormal">If<span> </span>I am worthy enough, to take that last ride</div><div class="MsoNormal">And that I’m working hard now, to mend those old sails</div><div class="MsoNormal">To ensure that I’m worthy, that my challenges prevails</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span> </span><b>Ricky</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span> </span>Z</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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