Absorption

I became
Absorbed
In emulation
As infatuation
Caused
Frustration
Causing
Variations
In my flow
No longer
Rico
But a fraction
Of a poet
I use to know
One I loved
And adored
Doesn't exist
Anymore

In the greatness
Of Jacob
His penned words
I heard
But I am not him

Jennesis changed
My beginnings
Now the underpinnings
Are different and new
I grew but everyone
Knew that my hues
Came from you
But my muse needs
To be me

That fallen leaf
That's consistently
Falls from the tree
Of poetry
With all of its splendor
And beauty
Is fully appreciated
But it's not me

That April Registered
Nurse soothes the hurt
As she marks on my
Mind with her pen 1210
I am remembering
From her, that this
Needs to occur
That I need to me

Madison Rose's name
Echoes my father's
Pain but the rose
I suppose minus
The thorns
Eases the moments
I need to morn

I am Resilient in my
Brilliance
Dan made me
Understand the
Complexities
Of a being a man
Moonskittles's pain
Was very little
I found a temporary
Home in Jamestown
So it seems I have Literal Art
Dreams that are balanced
On the extremes
As Justin X and Rico X
Put the fire in quagmires
Neither could understand
This, as we drifted through
The Orange Mist
In a slight daze from
The Purple Haze
His influence made
Along The Watch Tower
Give my conscience
Power
But all of these people
Are not me but have
Gotten absorbed in
My poetry

AND FINALLY

Cryss my publicist
Insist that I leave
This
So Miss Jones
I am GOING to leave it
Alone
Rekindle my own
Flow
That lives in my
Bones
And makes up
Rico

Reviews

[Christopher Casper]

I know I have certainly lost faith in my own writing many times over. It's taken so much for me to come back and come to accept my own style. I can relate as I would look at everyone else's work and think 'I could never write something of that magnitude and depth.' It would deflate my confidence in the blink of eye. I love the ending though as you accepted the style that makes up your writing. In my opinion their is no right or wrong way to go about writing poetry. It should be free and unrestricted.

[Jerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. Dorsey]

thanks Christopher, I still struggle with that issue because there are so many amazing writers here and I fail in comparison and even someone that I have taught here Jennesis is a much more polished writer than myself. When you read the works of Jacob, Falling Leaf, AprilRN1210 and even the youth Ayajodie (who is 21) the fruits on my tree fall to the ground and I don't know how to pick them up. My issue is that the genre I write from (political and socially conscience that are diatribe in nature) There is only one poet that I have came cross here that is on the same page is Jerusalem Cricket(s) This made it difficult for me to write here. You come here and see all the reviews and realize that will not happen for you and that the one's that do read your works, you build and grow upon. Sometimes you want the fanfare but in essence you have to believe that might not be your calling. Some preachers preach while others teach, it is knowing your pulpit which sermon you should deliver to the congregation.

[dan]

Rico, That's all you ever needed to be. I'm happy as hell you now realize that. Keep writin', I'll keep readin.' You DO write good freestyle. Just be you, that's all you need. take care...dan