Mohawk Man
My name is Rick, but I'm more widely known as mohawk man (you can call me whichever you like, either is fine by me). I'm a hard outside/compassionate inside, by-product of inner city America. I've been told I have a heart of stone; but only by those that deserved to see that side of me. My writings tend to reflect these facts; as well as show my undying love for my soulmate, without whom I'd surely not be here to share my life with you. Thanx for stopping by. I hope you like what i have to offer..."
one for my muse
1-23-11 @10:57pm
I often wonder what my muse looks like
is she beautiful, with shimmering light blue skin
and gossamer wings, like in my dreams
or is she an amazon warrior princess
adorned with golden armor and the looks
of someone troubled by being a savior
what of her feelings toward me
does she truly love me, like in my fantasies
or is she upset, like so many others
seem to have been
at being stuck with me as a conduit
i’ll never question her ways, even though
i can’t even begin to understand them
and i can’t say i really care what she looks like
i just wonder sometimes is all
in the end, i’m just glad she chose me
’cause i doubt many others could handle her
the way i let her handle me
Scarlett sunrise
4-16-11 @9:46am
not so long ago, in a world that seems far, far away
i dreaded facing the rising sun, each and every day
it meant i had to go out in the world, and do my daily deeds
all the while never being able to fill my baser needs
but now, thanks to god and you, when watching the sunrise
i see the beauty there is in life, and let it fill my eyes
i feel the love of ages lost, and the goodness that lies therein
and i jump head first into the race, and fully know i’ll win
the dread is gone, my needs are met, and life is filled with fun
and every night, when we turn out the light; i eagerly await the sun
4-16-11 @9:46am
not so long ago, in a world that seems far, far away
i dreaded facing the rising sun, each and every day
it meant i had to go out in the world, and do my daily deeds
all the while never being able to fill my baser needs
but now, thanks to god and you, when watching the sunrise
i see the beauty there is in life, and let it fill my eyes
i feel the love of ages lost, and the goodness that lies therein
and i jump head first into the race, and fully know i’ll win
the dread is gone, my needs are met, and life is filled with fun
and every night, when we turn out the light; i eagerly await the sun
She and I
she touched my soul
from miles away
she caressed my love
got me thru each day
she saw me not
no words to convey
she simply touched
while i went on my way
she held my mind
from far across land
she kept my heart
in the palm of her hand
she had no idea
just what her love spanned
she only held hope
that a reunion was planned
she found me somehow
decades gone by
she did not push
nor did she pry
she let me know
that it was up to i
she waited then
petiently, for a reply
i felt her love
deep inside
i yearned for her
and felt i had died
i looked for her once
harder should i have tried
i thought true love for me
again was denied
i heard from her
on one summer night
i didn't know how
to handle the fright
i steeled myself
and decided to write
i then hoped loves spark
would again soon ignite
i came to her
fearing the worst
i had no idea
she feared it first
i saw her there
in embrace we immersed
i know now that love
quenches all thirst
the good fight
4-8-11 @8:23am
i only do what needs doin
and try not ruin
anything along the way
it aint always easy
and sometimes it’s sleazy
but at the end of the day
when my work is done till tomorrows sun comes
in my dreams i laugh and play
and i don’t really care
what they think over there
nor do i listen to what they say
‘cause i know i’ve done right
fighting the good fight
and doing my part to defray
all the nay-sayers
and all the game-players
and if i’m unliked that’s okay
because i know what i do
will be proven true
and i’ll not be chased away
by them that hate
that i control my own fate
and who’s opinion holds no sway
4-8-11 @8:23am
i only do what needs doin
and try not ruin
anything along the way
it aint always easy
and sometimes it’s sleazy
but at the end of the day
when my work is done till tomorrows sun comes
in my dreams i laugh and play
and i don’t really care
what they think over there
nor do i listen to what they say
‘cause i know i’ve done right
fighting the good fight
and doing my part to defray
all the nay-sayers
and all the game-players
and if i’m unliked that’s okay
because i know what i do
will be proven true
and i’ll not be chased away
by them that hate
that i control my own fate
and who’s opinion holds no sway
the man behind the mohawk...horse sweat and gun oil
6:30 am and the mist is still cool; my coffee, over in the corner, is playing wispy little
games with the still-cool summer air. before long it will be stiflingly hot; but for now
it’s just me, three horses, a cup of coffee and it’s misty friend, and a poop-scoop. the
sun comes ever so slowly over the trees on the distant ridge; shining golden morning hues
through the stall door, i almost lose myself in the beauty of this daily spectacle, only
the snort of a heard leader that wants his hay brings me back to the task at hand; so i l
et the sights and sounds and smells of the moment take me to a place i haven’t been in eons.
it’s a place of horse sweat and blood. it’s a place where i’m sure few would find comfort.
it’s one of the few places i feel truly at peace.
11:00 pm and the live fire range is just that; alive. the sights and sounds and smells of
warfare, as well as they can be simulated, stimulate every animal instinct i possess. sulfur
and phosphorus bring to my minds eye a memory i can’t quite recall; but fully remember. a
memory of gun oil and blood. a memory which few would find familiar. it’s one of the few
memories that i truly treasure.
6:30 am and the mist is still cool; my coffee, over in the corner, is playing wispy little
games with the still-cool summer air. before long it will be stiflingly hot; but for now
it’s just me, three horses, a cup of coffee and it’s misty friend, and a poop-scoop. the
sun comes ever so slowly over the trees on the distant ridge; shining golden morning hues
through the stall door, i almost lose myself in the beauty of this daily spectacle, only
the snort of a heard leader that wants his hay brings me back to the task at hand; so i l
et the sights and sounds and smells of the moment take me to a place i haven’t been in eons.
it’s a place of horse sweat and blood. it’s a place where i’m sure few would find comfort.
it’s one of the few places i feel truly at peace.
11:00 pm and the live fire range is just that; alive. the sights and sounds and smells of
warfare, as well as they can be simulated, stimulate every animal instinct i possess. sulfur
and phosphorus bring to my minds eye a memory i can’t quite recall; but fully remember. a
memory of gun oil and blood. a memory which few would find familiar. it’s one of the few
memories that i truly treasure.
"POUND NOTE"
2-11-10 @2:30pm
upon my keyboard i pound away
trying to help myself through each day
putting to prose all that i feel
be it fantastical or real
i pound out the memories
i pound out the hate
i pound out the love
and my present state
whatever that may be today
i pound to feel like i can stay
within myself and not lose my mind
and without myself so i can find
the answers to all i need to know
sometimes i pound just to show
others that they can make it through
whatever might be making them blue
sometimes i pound just because
sometimes it gives me a little buzz
today i pound out this little write
who knows what i may pound out tonight
2-11-10 @2:30pm
upon my keyboard i pound away
trying to help myself through each day
putting to prose all that i feel
be it fantastical or real
i pound out the memories
i pound out the hate
i pound out the love
and my present state
whatever that may be today
i pound to feel like i can stay
within myself and not lose my mind
and without myself so i can find
the answers to all i need to know
sometimes i pound just to show
others that they can make it through
whatever might be making them blue
sometimes i pound just because
sometimes it gives me a little buzz
today i pound out this little write
who knows what i may pound out tonight
