Biography of Richard Stilwell
Ever since I was sixteen I have been writting poetry if you can call it that... smiling. I invite you to read it and to ponder my words carefully as each word can have double or triple meaning as well as the poem itself. I hope all those metaphors does not make it hard to read and I will give you the place I write about in '21 And I Still Lost' to get you to thinking like me. It is about losing ones virginity in a brothel and getting over being new at sex but finding out that you can catch things form doing it and that it cost a lot to boot... and no I never had that experience.
Richard Stilwell's Works:
Richard Stilwell Poems
Good Guy Lost
Embraced in the rythm of an eye closing hug, Standing on the front porch and the welcome rug, Is where I left you after a mine blowing night, Of discovery of laughter of doing what is right,
Strength beckons, Strength bonds, Strength comforts, Strength weakens,
Abused In Life Abused In Death
I once walked until I got walked on, I once smiled until I forgot how, I once dreamed when I used to sleep, I once was awake and now I am asleep.
I Love The Smell Of A Woman
......clean and fresh right out of the shower, ..... wearing a nice fragrance when we dance, ..... who is hot between her legs as I am about to taste her, ..... and her natural scent as she sleeps beside me.....
Average Fantasy__To Test Too Keep?
When fantasy does not fit face, Nor size, Nor smile, Not even race,
Jane had no tattoos, No piercings, And was colored like the leaves around her, So she blended in,
Covered In Confusion...A Tattoo
Emotion pooled on her skin in several places like tiny lakes with each being unique unto itself, All were reflecting the same color of camouflaged deception and disguise. Perhaps unconsciously masking desire for help, But consciously evoking attention and perception of cool,
Two In One Pickup
Her lips were pink and her hair was short and dark, Her lips were red and her hair was long and blonde, The night we met.
Black Fist Of Defiance
Black fist, Surrounded by, White rebellion, Pumping hard,
At The High Museum
Come here, No here, Over here, Look at me,
No Worry Here She Says
I hurt, is covered with a smile, I cry, is covered with a laugh, I need, is covered with toughness, I am lonely, is covered with pickiness,
Distance near, Distance far, We are, Desiring change,
21 And I Still Lost
Walking in green, Under the lights of red, I left the yellow at the door, And went into the black,
Words flowing through my hair, My fingers, My toes,
Shall We Dance
When we dance,
The smile gets wider,
The heart pounds louder,
The hands get hotter,
The body gets harder,
The laughter gets louder,
The dreams get brighter,
And we become lost in love,
When we dance.