Monthly Archives: June 2014

Come Back To Me

This song is a bit of an experiment.  I’ve always wondered about the natural beat inside of me, and everyone really.  I think it’s what makes people so artistically unique.  Jason Mraz, for example.  The man has a beautiful tune in his head, his body, and it comes out in every song he sings.

So I recorded this piano piece and the vocal track separately, without any reference to each other.  Then I pieced them together into a single song as best I could.  I just wanted to see if my own beat, my own bouncing head tune, would be similar from one piece to another…  And I’ve got a tin ear, but even so it sounds almost as if they were meant to go together….  Excuse the flat notes.  Remember I’m a poet, not a singer….   Love out……

I’m looking at you girl.
Wondering what you do.
Finding love in nothing new.
And it’s you……….You know it’s true.
You’re gonna’ come to me
When you fall out of that tree
Where even the stars are lonely
So this is what I say
Let it come whatever may
Come to me
Heaven will be
You and me

© 2014 John Allen Richter


I’m a Child


I am a child,
have been all the while.
You, were a girl,
Heaven in the world.
We were gonna be,
something to see.
Life took a turn,
wind began to burn.
Melting eyes upon us,
graying skies now dawn us.
And Earth cries her song,
and we all join along.

Where has the love gone,
where is the love?
Why has the love gone,
why am I alone……
You are the answer,
so I don’t want to know,
I just want to go.

I keep my eyes straight down now,
watching crawling things.
You cast your spell around me,
pull your puppet strings,
Your grand plan is unfolding,
the sorrow sure does sting.
You’re very good at hating,
do you know what I mean?
I’ve lain here in my quiet,
While your lion roared.
Soaking up his sadness,
crying on the floor.
I’ve picked up all the pieces,
shoved them in my heart,
And i will carry them with me
Until I see you in the dark.

That’s when I’ll give them back.

Where has the love gone,
where is the love?

Red Ink Stains


The wall is a wall.
Sometimes it traps me here
in a one wall room,
nothing up and nothing down,
only my toes touch the ground.
The door hides from me
and whispers “You have no love.”
No love to share,
blank wall stare.

Others find the door
from another stare,
another place,
another face,
and correct me,
my inner space,
a lonely face,
until I lose my place,
and fall through
the invisible floor.
Till I am no more.
Loveless whore.

© 2014 John Allen Richter


If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,

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Broken Promises


Drifting down.
Tall grasses.
Waving softly.
Slow caress.
Tan to brown to green.
Waving softly in the wind.
Grass crowns bending.
Seeds and promises.
Lost into the earth.
Seeds will find their way.
Another grass.
Another wind.
Another wave.
Next year’s rave.
But promises,
are lost forever.
Grasses waving

© 2014 John Allen Richter

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