Richard Riddle:  12-07-1941 - Born with bombs "bursting in air, and on the ground" (literally), and I'm still around, irritating people . Well, a person has to do what they do best, don't they.
There will be no gala events, black-tie parties, proclamations issued, or "Keys to the City" awarded, etc. I will be with my son, daughter-in-law, two grandchildren, my cat "Brie", and a special person for whom I am so thankful to have come into my life at the right time. They are gifts that are given to me 365 days a year.
I am thankful for the friends I have at work, and for those who have stayed beside me over the years. I am also thankful for those who have since passed into another dimension, but whom I remember with great fondness.

"Thank you, everyone!!"
richard riddle

Thank you Eliot York for creating this magnificent site. It has been a "blessing" for me in many, many ways!

There's no escape from the ideas inside of my head and there's no avoiding the thoughts that I'm trying to forget

Towards love my thoughts run high
But with regards to women
in seeking their embraces
through pursuit never I
No, my desires speed through the trees like cats
With one girl in mind
I stalk the idea
with feline and fierce appetite

© Matthew Goff

One Saturday I found myself in Atlanta at an 'Art Show'
I became far more interested in the chaps cleaning the windows* ..

Yesterday
couldn’t remember
my name
so, I ran
inside my mind
duly to find
my name
what a game
inside my brain
lots of fire
but no flame
depression on top
anxiety *******
to **** or maim
thus, no one to blame
frontal lobe
crying pain
occiput laughing her *** off
cerebellum’s being tough
bunch of misfits
playing it rough
to end this game
I asked for a name
how about Alzheimer
said, drunken cerebrum
you stupid wacky old lame

12/06/2016

Here you and I stand
Beneath the cosmic graveyard
Engulfed in twillight

i had visions of a girl with brown
hair - her - eyes
lit up my soul, her
mouth was like a womb
her mouth was a womb for words
that gave life to chaos - her
hands were delicate like
a white napkin or a bird's perched
on an electrical wire - i hear
her speak when i look at the clock

"Smile!"
"One big happy family!"
"Pretend you love each other!"

These cheery phrases
Repeated over and over
As family portraits are taken

They all sound harmless
Until you think about them
Think about what they mean

Raised in a Catholic family
Taught that lying is wrong
Yet you tell me
"Pretend you love each other!"

This family is not happy
This family is full of
Hate, pain and sorrow
Yet here we are
One big happy family