Jeremy Ritch
Jeremy Ritch is a published writer and poet currently traveling the U.S. working on his next book. Jeremy has had many interesting life experiences and you can hear about some of them on Episode 3 of The Farsighted Podcast. You can get your hands on Jeremy's collections of poetry at his Lulu store. If you prefer you books digitally, Sidewalk Stories and Other Poems is available for Kindle at a discount price. The long and the short of it is that Jeremy likes to write and we all like to read what he writes.
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Cannonball

Reality is a cannonball Crashing through your safe house Knocking you off your fat couch Smashing your zombie drool TV Fucking up the entitled comfort It rips your previous privacy apart Not giving a fuck about your opinion Explosive round of self examination Privilege punks protesting privilege Sore losers rally chapped asses Booing and spewing…

Rustbelt Happy Hour Blues

That barroom didn’t like us Not it’s cheap vinyl floor Or tacky poor trashy decor It’s worn wooden stools creaked As we bellied up brewskis bought Shots of well whiskey burnt down Old time jukebox crystal clear Country crooners and doo wop Mean mugging motherfuckers Staring like statues of old Greece Blue collar heroes broken…

The Valley

Archetypes emasculate time honored hope Spitting corrosive venom hot The rusted towers of industry weep Lay offs, pay offs, fuck off Smokestack silence louder than bombs Unionized unemployment strengthens Glory days passed down like mythology A Bruce Springsteen blue collar lullaby Gentrified curses terrorize generations Corporate blight covers gritty truth Slipping mickeys to consumers Taking…

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Gentrified hope faded when they push the color out Businessmen bury old by building clout Open shut deals land taken for trendy gold Safety means white and black means night Poor pushed beyond the pale Uptown, Midtown, and all around for sale Valley girl TV voices replace ghetto slang Fixed gear lifestyles organically priced The…

Dearly Beloved…

Last Thursday the world lost one of the most unique and innovative artists in music history. Prince was more than just another R&B singer or hit maker, he was a beacon of human sexuality and an all around musical genius. I first discovered Prince as a pre-adolescent MTV watcher. It was the early 80’s and…

Burning Away

Destructive systems punish the generations While outside the world turns epically slowly Grinding down the hearts of any who love free Political ideals become the fuel for change While revolutionaries are labeled crazy Suit wearing white men are trusted by distrusting fools The system is broke but still kept for lack of better terms Excuses…

War

When guns fire loud The world divides One side cheers The other jeers Both wave flags For or against Patriots of difference No one is safe from opinions That’s the rub, man Just a real big pissing contest But in this one people die Mothers lose sons and daughters Wives lose husbands Husbands lose wives…

Short, Dark, and Handsome

I woke today to the sad news of the death of Malik Isaac Taylor, better known as Phife Dawg, of A Tribe Called Quest. A critical part of not the group’s success, Phife was an important part of my music history. From the first time I heard Tribe’s music I was a fan, and they…

Hell

Hell is place just next door The burning beds of suburbia White washed fear mongers Patriotic pencil pushers Racist redneck scoundrels Hell is a place down the street Heroin veined child’s play Playground shooting range Candle light vigil litter box Graffiti church door locked Hell is a place forgotten Under overpasses zoom Alley head giving…

Elected Chaos

Electoral factual frustration Polarized reality TV nation Trump card steaming dump Political pundit breast pump Youth passion feeling the Bern Entitled culture toss and turn Circle jerk circus debate Blue state, red state, masturbate Voting booth pride and prejudice Realities ignorance is bliss Broken ones victim guns Street sweepers, cell sleepers Terror fearful passes masses…

American Dreams

It’s undeniable exhausted death Underlying truth grey unknown Truth tellers, pew yellers, cast spellers Suit lapel flag promise breakers talk Voting booth rotten tooth hopeful America, America, God shaved his beard Devil wants, taunts, fancy restaurants Lobster tails, rabbit trails, tall tales Jesus only son, machine gun glory Mexican border cartels cheap hotels Heroin soaked,…

The Salad Days Are Always Right Now

The term “salad days” is a Shakespearean expression referring to the ignorance and idealism of a person’s youth. It an also point to when a individual has reached his or her “prime” as far as their abilities and talents are concerned. Yet for most readers of this review, Salad Days, is the title track off…

Protest Music: An Introduction

Protest music is an old art form. As long as people have felt a need to speak out or challenge something music has provided a catalyst for that. In America the protest song has been linked to every major change in our history, from the Suffrage Movement to the Civil Rights Movement and beyond. Music…

Rock ‘N Roll Time Machine

Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers Build A Rock ‘N Roll Time Machine With Hypnotic Eye I’m a Tom Petty fan through and through. Whether it’s a Heartbreakers record, solo album or even another project like Mudcrutch or The Traveling Wilburys, I have loved everything Petty touches. Hell even his cameos on King Of The Hill…

Goodbye Kurt

April 5th, 1994 was a Tuesday. I was 18 and a senior at St. Peter Chanel High School in Cleveland, Ohio. It was a normal Tuesday as I remember it, I went to school, hated being there and went home. Little did I know that my world was about to be rocked three days later.…

Glory Days

I was listening to Springsteen’s song “Glory Days” It occurred to me why I never loved that song It is because while I have good memories Fun stories about wild days My life is moving forward People come and go through my arms Friends and family captured in photographs Written down in journals Remembered but…

Happy 69th Birthday Bob Marley!

Bob Marley would have been 69 years old today. His life was cut tragically short by Cancer in 1981. Marley was not just a musician, he was a voice of change, a man of peace, and a leader to his people. His impact on music is enormous, bringing Reggae to the world which had never…

Green Day’s Dookie Turns 20!

I first heard Green Day in 1990 when 1039/Smoothed Out Slappy Hours was released. I was a freshman in high school and was a typical subculture teen who loved music, skateboarding and was looking for a voice. Green Day was fun and the songs were expressing what a teenage boy was trying to say to…

Pete Seeger: An American Folk Hero

Pete Seeger died early this week at 94 years old. In his near century of life he would challenge the system through both music and activism. Seeger was a man of the people but also a man of music. He was an artist who over his career became the catalyst for American folk music through…

Against Me! – Transgender Dysphoria Blues

The sixth release, Transgender Dysphoria Blues, from Florida punk rock outfit Against Me! is a hard hitting and deeply personal record.  It is a nothing held back statement from front-woman Laura Jane Grace about her transitioning as a transgender person. The announcement in Rolling Stone Magazine in 2012 where Grace discussed her transgender identity was…

Unconditional Love

Unconditional love Is often quite conditional Inside our selectively gracious hearts We withhold due to traditions and fears Loving sinners but not the sin Yet we choose the sins we love to hate We hate the sins we can’t overcome The ones we deny any knowledge of The ones we refuse to face Our self…

Remembering MCA

This was originally featured on thepaintedman.com just after the passing of MCA. It was entitled “A Eulogy” when it was originally featured. In the wake of the passing of Adam Yauch aka MCA of the Beastie Boys I have gone through several emotions. First was the shock when I opened my laptop and saw several…