Fab Ricciardi Poems

Tell me about yourself,
Let me in

Tell me about your dreams,
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Here I am
On this empty bed
Memories of you
Ripping through my head
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At times you have to
Look deep
inside Someone
To find
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The acceptance of my frailty
Towards my sobriety,
Forcing me to see,
I, no longer the man I used to be.
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When did you stop dreaming?
When did you start dreaming?

And,
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Obey your dreams,
Let them be your master,
Be a slave to your dreams,
Never let them go,
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Cannot seem to find the words
As easily
Anymore,
The words do not flow out of my pen
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Time goes by
The sun rises as another sun sets

Dreams will be born
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i
Looked over bridges
Trying to find a way down
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An expression of grief offered in a moment of clarity.

A point in one person’s life where the afflicted becomes infected with impure thoughts of memories relived through moments of past drunken existence.
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