tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191649892024-03-07T03:18:29.900-05:00Transcending LoveRyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00496166578408146344noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19164989.post-1132692983434851972005-11-22T15:55:00.000-05:002005-11-22T15:56:23.443-05:00AsylumAnd from the corner of her mouth came a light<br />That in twilight’s princely skies once heralded<br />The dawn of the dark<br />The moment when my sky was draped<br />In robes of midnight blue<br />And bound with celestial chains of stars<br />That rolling clouds still tear asunder<br />Until we are where the heavens are<br />Unbroken and vast, the eternal canvas<br />Where my lonely eyes<br />And her wandering smile<br />Seek absolution for our sin.Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00496166578408146344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19164989.post-1132547748549617112005-11-20T23:35:00.001-05:002005-11-20T23:35:48.550-05:00Nothing SpecialShe wasn't anything special<br />No flash, no glitz<br />No tiny dimples<br />Accenting her smile<br />Or long, golden<br />Flowing hair<br />But she had class<br />You can tell by the way<br />She looked in your eyes<br />When you spoke<br />Whether it was important<br />Or not<br />And it usually wasn't<br /><br />She wasn't arrogant<br />Didn't expect every man<br />To fall at her feet<br />At least,<br />You don't think so<br />So if she did<br />She never showed it<br />And I guess that's enough<br /><br />When she'd look at you<br />I mean,<br />Really look at you<br />Everything in the world<br />Just got narrowed down<br />Simplified<br />And all the answers<br />Were hidden deep<br />Within her playful eyes<br /><br />She would cry sometimes<br />Every once in a while<br />When pains long forgotten<br />Caught up to her<br />And she'd look away<br />Sobbing softly, wiping<br />Unwanted tears away<br />Those days,<br />She doesn't want<br />Doesn't need<br />Your kind words<br /><br />She dreams a lot<br />Little things, mostly<br />But she has one<br />Maybe two<br />That melt your heart<br />And when she speaks<br />You almost think<br />That maybe<br />She can change the world<br /><br />She's not anything special<br />Not quite gorgeous<br />Pretty enough<br />To turn your head<br />Just a little<br />As you walk down the street<br />And when you pass her<br />You can turn and say<br />Softly, sincerely<br />That you've been waiting<br />A long, long time<br />For someone that's<br />Not that specialRyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00496166578408146344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19164989.post-1132547719267227852005-11-20T23:35:00.000-05:002005-11-20T23:35:19.266-05:00Ame no naka eI’m listening still<br />For the sound of your voice<br />And looking for the shine of your smile<br />Dreaming about warm embraces<br />The smell of your hair, still soaked from the rain<br />Under an unfamiliar sky<br /><br />Sometimes I wonder<br />If those furtive glances and languid sighs<br />Were all just created<br />In the recesses of a lonely mind<br />While the pain caused<br />By suppressed imagination<br />Still lies dormant behind my eyes.<br /><br />It doesn’t even matter<br />If the things I feel were ever there<br />The distance between sleep and wake<br />Grows shorter with every passing day<br />And reality becomes unnecessary<br />When a man is left to his own devices<br /><br />Sometimes I wonder<br />If I can ever escape<br />Being held down by those shimmering locks<br />Of long, soft hair<br />Still damp from the rain<br />That reminds me of days gone by.Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00496166578408146344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19164989.post-1132547692203171822005-11-20T23:34:00.001-05:002005-11-20T23:34:52.203-05:00Immersionvast skies surround me<br />while raindrops softly touch my cheek<br />the wind blows them down my face<br />like artificial tears<br />i can't truly cry<br />i hear my name<br />spoken by an unfamiliar voice<br />coming from a place<br />that i'm unable to reach<br /><br />vast skies surround me<br />as blades of grass lie against my back<br />bent beneath my outstretched frame<br />like tiny little dreams<br />i can't truly realize<br />i see a face<br />pleading with soft brown eyes<br />staring from a window<br />that i'm unable to open<br /><br />vast skies surround me<br />the cooling rain transforms to snow<br />they cover up my strong hands<br />like fragile bonds<br />i still can't escape from<br />i feel a warmth<br />from deep inside, lost long ago<br />that i struggle to releaseRyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00496166578408146344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19164989.post-1132547672553651962005-11-20T23:34:00.000-05:002005-11-20T23:34:32.553-05:00FrozenThe snow won't fall -<br />My time is frozen<br />In this awkward space<br />Between autumn and winter<br />Peace and war<br />Words and actions<br />Friendship and love<br />A place where letters<br />Handwritten in soft candlelight<br />Desperately express the shadows cast<br />By a heart that so frequently<br />Loses its way<br />Secret messages<br />Sealed by frozen teardrops<br />Released under a sky of<br />Bright silver stars<br />Sent along on silent streams of air<br />Through my own cloudy minjd<br />And to the woman<br />Who only acknowledges<br />All of my spirit<br />Half of my feelings<br />A quarter of my intentions<br />And none of my love.Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00496166578408146344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19164989.post-1132547651018727242005-11-20T23:33:00.001-05:002005-11-20T23:34:11.020-05:00ConvergenceYour face shined with<br />Filtered starlight<br />Falling through the wintry air<br />Of the heavens above<br />That watched as we connected<br />From distant shores to<br />One common destination<br />And before you could even form<br />That peppermint-sweet smile again<br />My heart melted.Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00496166578408146344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19164989.post-1132547601211625112005-11-20T23:33:00.000-05:002005-11-20T23:33:21.213-05:00UmbrellaWhat I need is the rain<br />The kind that comes<br />In lieu of snow<br />On a mild mid-December day<br />Falling swiftly, bouncing lightly<br />Off the canopy of a steel-tipped<br />Black umbrella<br />That twirls languidly<br />Propelled by a childlike wistfulness<br />That draws up from<br />Silver puddles<br />Through rainsoaked jeans<br />Long pea coats<br />Into my deliciously cold handsRyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00496166578408146344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19164989.post-1132547495038332672005-11-20T23:31:00.000-05:002005-11-20T23:31:35.040-05:00MelancholyWhat warmth flows<br />From springtime's scents<br />Passes through womaan<br />And man alike<br />Passes over me alone<br />So what I can't draw from<br />Warm embrace<br />I'll take from the hearts<br />Of pure white blossoms<br />That don't recoil from my touch<br />Until the peace stolen<br />By the cool, cruel April wind<br />Returns to me once more.Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00496166578408146344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19164989.post-1132547442839732042005-11-20T23:30:00.001-05:002005-11-20T23:30:42.840-05:00We Were DreamersWhen you get some free time<br />Why don't we go back to that place<br />Where we grew up, through both deed and philosophy<br />And reminisce, back to sweltering days<br />Under the protective arms of<br />Old sycamores<br />And willows that we would wrap<br />All of our futures around<br />So we could watch them grow<br /><br />Beads of sweat banished from my brow<br />But quickly replaced by the cool evening dew<br />Gathered on my golden hands<br />Trying to catch memories<br />Along with fireflies in the twilight<br /><br />And your eyes, as I saw<br />Through the glow of that mason jar<br />Sparkled with something<br />Neither one of us could pin down<br />We thought it cruel not to set it free<br /><br />Like you, i've grown weary<br />Of growing weary<br />The days of idleness,<br />So innocently enjoyed<br />Were but a season that faded<br />Just a bit before its time<br />So I was hoping, If you had the time<br />That you'd come back to me, with me<br />To that distant place,<br />Where we can both be dreamers again.Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00496166578408146344noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19164989.post-1132547419816545672005-11-20T23:30:00.000-05:002005-11-20T23:30:19.816-05:00TabiWhen I woke up<br />I was far beyond the light of yesterday<br />My hands reached for a pair of glasses<br />Carelessly left on their side<br />On the floor next to my pillow -<br />And I don't wear glasses.<br /><br />What I did find,<br />peeking out from underneath my bed<br />I picked up;<br />Searched my desk for a silver marker and,<br />In the straightest, cleanest script<br />My elongated fingers can possibly produce<br />I wrote down 'Howard'<br />My grandfather's name<br />And next to it, both of my grandmothers -<br />Ruby and Amanda -<br />And my step-grandfather Adams as well<br />Because I realized,<br />In the shine of today's transcendant dawn<br />Since I couldn't show them all<br />How many steps their boy has taken<br />They can take them with me,<br />If only in shared blood, spirit,<br />And a list of names written<br />On a black boy's right shoe.Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00496166578408146344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19164989.post-1132547389580474882005-11-20T23:29:00.000-05:002005-11-20T23:29:49.580-05:00After tonight,<br />But before our fears<br />Gain the strength to overtake us<br />And sever the silver strand of affection<br />That forever ties our hearts together<br /><br />After the day when we finally<br />Stop pretending<br />That everything is normal between us<br />When a lifetime’s worth of rising action<br />Says differently<br />But before we’re bound by consequence<br /><br />After temptation<br />Draws my hands to rosy cheeks<br />And guides your eyes to mine once more<br />But before the questions raised in the afterglow<br /><br />After I take your hand<br />Lean in and whisper<br />In your left ear<br />That I love you, and always have<br />Because the world will end<br />Before you say that you love me too.Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00496166578408146344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19164989.post-1132547372970125032005-11-20T23:26:00.000-05:002005-11-20T23:29:32.976-05:00EnglishI'm going to a place<br />Where I can be -<br />And i'd like to take you with me<br />We could conquer the fields of our own insecurities<br />And shatter this world of<br />Falsehoods and half-truths<br />Into pieces, into shards, fractured words<br />Because my hands are too fragile<br />For brick or mortar<br />And my legs are too stiff<br />To run the wind down<br />But if the world can be forged with words<br />Then even a coward as homely as I<br />Can construct miracles,<br />And memories made of pretense and participle.Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00496166578408146344noreply@blogger.com0