Poems and quotes by RICK DELMONICO. - Welcome to best poems.

I have been writing for thirty five years, some of this work is in the poems, lyrics and quotes section. I have collected many interesting articles on motorcycle history and design along with a lot of physics articles. I have also included some original music. Feel free to write anything you like in the forum section.
My favorite women are Russian and Ukrainian women. In fact I am married to a beautiful Ukrainian woman.

My love of motorcycles began at a very early age and although I have been riding for over fourty years I have never been seriously hurt except for cutting my right knee when I was sixteen. I still ride almost every day.

I began recording songs in the early eighties. About half of them I recorded by myself and most of the rest I recorded with Bob Sweet who has a great guitar style. We are so different in our musical styles that we complement each other very well.

My training as a sound engineer was from TREBAS Institute in Hollywood CA where I graduated 2nd in my class in 1987. I owned and operated R.A.D. Sound Studio also known as Rick's Place in Fullerton CA on Elm Ave. from 1995-2005. The Unit next door to the east was rented by Leo Fender in 1965. The next street to the north, Ash Ave. is where my friend Wilson Planck restores old Indian motorcycles. His restorations fetch top dollar whenever they are sold. Here is an example of his work.

My love of music has inspired me to write a lot of songs. Most of them live only in my head. I have a phonographic memory, so I am able to play the complete song in my head with all of the parts in the arrangement. I have also written many poems that have no melody associated with them. I prefer poems that express some interesting ideas and are not just flowery, fluffy descriptive pieces. To be in love or to ponder the mysteries of the human heart is an interesting subject to me and has been the subject of much of my work but certainly not all of it.

I do not own my heart
But I have no-one to blame when it wanders
I did not chose my name
And I'll have nothing to claim when it's gone
Even if the whole world flinches
Straining to relieve the pressure
Some approximation bares a striking resemblance to dawn

I cannot find my way
But I have nothing to lose at this moment
I do not think it's strange
That I'm not required to know or respond
Even if the whole thing hinges
On our vision of the future
Most would fail to find the flaws neatly nested in the chaos beyond

We have forgotten how light pierces the darkness and is consumed
Nor have we considered that life is a hollow vessel, filled and then poured out again

If gravity should win
And everything is pulled apart as it tumbles
All the information lost
And nothing remains when it's done
Even if we can't preserve life
Or find a way to save our memories
Some illusionary moment shared the only treasure we have won

Perhaps at the event horizon
Time dilated, we appear to freeze
We're smeared upon its rippling surface
Swirling vortex of a summer breeze

Are we neither alive nor dead but echos from another life
Our path enfolded so we only see
Fields and fluctuations, vibrations, discord, harmony

If I could carve my name on your heart
Like your face is burned in my memory
If I could join contentment and hardship
Like you've wrapped your love around me

Maybe I would know what to say
Know what to feel
Know what to do
To be worthy of you

If I could make a difference somehow
Like you've colored my life with your wonder
If I could manage the circumstance that fights me
Like you hold back the rain when you shine

Maybe I would know when to breath
Know when to rest
Know when I grew
To be worthy of you

Love is a mystery
Spares no stranger or friend
It overwhelms and compels
Carries you to an unimagined place
And often leaves a stain that time cannot erase

If I could live a life so pure
Like you've often heard the sages tell
If I could linger in each moment
Like you'll always be a part of me

Maybe I'd believe in myself
Believe what I see
Believe it's all true
And be worthy of you

HEART OF THE POET by Rick Delmonico.