Saturday, April 17, 2010


I can see the light at the end of the tunnel,
where the metal torpedo drove.
Through thickened skull it opened
with cerebral confetti
and the severance of vital ribbons
[of impulse]
[no longer in pulse].

I see a flicker
of light
as lamplight glistens on trigger,
rushing to the concluding breath.
And now,
the fresh new expectancy of...

Tambourines in the violent screams
as lips tremor
and legs quake,
while through the window streams sunset light.
Shadows announce the impending night....
But I see saturation intensify;

Colours have never seemed this bright.

© Chereese La-Vonne Ricketts 2010

Friday, April 16, 2010


I'm often told I talk too much, though not often in words.

What I think those that "say" this really mean is that I think too much, messing up their comfortable non-thinking.

I see dead people, all around me. Zombies, who think they are alive, and deciding how to live. But they are all on a leash, trapped in the vicinity of death. I used to be one of them.

Now I'm on a quest to find and establish me, to decide what aspects of what's here I want to keep and hone, and what aspects to totally trash. To look around me at others' lifestyles and to question them, with a somewhat selfish mindset; "what can I learn from you", but in the process hoping I can deposit some thing of value to them as well.

The point is not to be rebellious, it is to be conscious.

Identify yourself.

Defy death.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Contradistinction of Sameness

binds us
in a sameness
of which impossibility
our ability
to deny

we eat
we breathe
we live

but contrastingly,
we envisage
and we execute
what we envisage
and we exist
as our execution
according to our vision

in this asylum of sameness
by fogged mirrors
of age
we must make out our own definition

resist the authorities of conformity
question their clonal laws
march against
their storm
of belittling words
screaming your shouts

make the colours of you-ness heard

© Chereese La-Vonne Ricketts 2010