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A Restful Moment In My Life
This Earth is blue
A Cerulean marvel
A watery marble
There are landforms here
On top of the ocean
There's an abundance of air
Always in motion
It's easy to live here
And Cohabitate
Us men, birds, lizards
and other primates
Surround me with wind
Surround me with water
Surround me with fire
Surround me with earth
Surround me with Wind
and its flowing grace
The touch of its breeze
upon my face
Surround me with Water
the cool blue
To wash away my sins
And other things too
Surround me with Fire
its smothering heat
With its Fiery grip
I cannot compete
Surround me with Earth
on the day i die
From ashes to ashes
A man can finally lie
We men are born of the elements
And so shall we die
To turn the great wheel
And to feed the Earth
Return to the great dwelling
Return to the womb
Ashes to Ashes
Body to Earth
A Young Man's Point of View
Break your fast this morning
On these my words of Glory
Be a Champion in the a.m.
And a Conquerer in the p.m.
The World is yours
So take it whelp
You’re a man
You don’t need no help
Don’t be a bitch
Or a pussy made man
In this world
You need to take action
A man takes, burns, and pillages
From other towns and villages
He protects his own though
His women and children
Be a man
Take when you can
With no heed to others
Just TAKE
Fuck Foreigners
Embrace family
Embrace your strength
Flaunt your strength
Don’t show them Weakness
Don’t show them Meekness
They’ll kill your dumb ass
So absurdly fast
We men need to be strong
If not our lives are just plain wrong
What Woman will take us
What life is there for us
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I Have to ask myself
Can I not care?
About the others here besides me
Who coexist in peace
Fuck that I’m a man
Not a pussy
I’ll shoot them
I’ll stab them
I’ll fucking protect what’s mine
From other pillagers
And would be Conquerors
They may be men
But I’m the fucking Alpha Male
The biggest strongest bastard
In this box
I’ll do what I want when I want.
And NO ONE can stop me
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Embrace the Cold
I walked in the rain
Feeling reborn
Fresh out the womb
Into the cold
There was no one else
I was alone
Sad at the bleak misery
Everything was again gray
A melancholy world
And you know what I thought
I thought “this is fine”
I was fine with the loneliness
I embraced the solitude
Where others craved happiness
I knew I wanted sad
Life is about balance
And I’m close to finding mine
Wrap me in melancholy
Numb my emotions
I wanna feel down
I’m gonna be chill
Life is real
Real sad (haha)
There’s more to be sure
But I’m fine in the gray rain
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I'll Miss Absurd Solitude
Black Bleakness
Gentle Meekness
Combined with a fierce sense of self
Together a paradox
Yet no conflict is born
Internal or otherwise
Only my own agenda is in play
No other voices to silence
Or give in to
No pressure
Unless I want it
My machine turns
There is warmth with others
Abstract love, fun, and memories
But there is peace here
Though my thoughts can be chaotic
They are familiar
No cigarettes but I have music
And a pen & paper
Even without
I'm not lonely...
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Life Threats and a Missing Death
The Threat of Death
Three days past my fear
That day the ominous air engulfed me
I felt the threat of sure death
As the gray rain poured unto me
It was a gray day
I felt gloom everywhere
I crossed the street
And heard a loud bang
That’s when I thought
my life would end
I don’t know why
That sound caused me to quake
It was a primal fear
But I was calm
The end was near
Like always I was alone
I walked on alone expecting my death
When it never came I went to work
A normal day, I scrubbed pots and pans
I left the place forgetting my end
Gray was mortality for the moment
It was a humbling experience
And I felt alive
Until…
The Death
Another day Another dollar
I got my paycheck Friday
Today was Monday
Two days after that Gray Day
I needed my money
The Bank was two miles away
I decided to walk
That’s when I saw
The Police tape
The crowd of strangers
They gawked
I walked
“Do you know what happened?”
I shook my head
Someone was dead
The Area was closed
Yellow Tape enclosed the area
A blue tarp covered him
How he died I did not know
I did not look back
I had a goal
Now I felt bold
Separated as I was from the crowd
I gained some strength
my individuality was assured
It was hot and I was hooded
I sweated from the heat
When my day was done
I learned of Blue Tarp’s end
Killed in a drag race, Dragged to death
He lost limbs and something more
The reckless children did not even stop
Their lives too important to interrupt
That’s when I remembered
He died two days after my own dread
Only two blocks from where
I felt my own mortality so strongly
What was this?
How did it happen?
I was alive and he was dead
I was even more reckless
I learned no lesson
Only the humor of my fear
It came from a deep place
And its depth felt quite queer
To the man who was once a person
Then a spectacle under a sheet
I felt remorse
What a way to die, To die (that way)
But I have to wonder
Was that meant for me?
That death, that way
I felt it so clearly, on the Gray Day
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Old Fires Die Hard
Men are strong. Men are weak. Its good to see you. Out of the fire comes something better. What is it though? You have to wonder. Is it easy or is it hard? It’s easy. What if there was something more? The new burns bright and strong but the old just will not die. What should I do? I ask you. What should I do? Grow up? Yes. Will do.
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Self Defeat
A guy who believes in nothing
How do you get him down?
A man who can’t express himself in a simple smile or frown
There is nothing you can do
That he himself has not done
For he thinks of all the negative and bad
Before your chance can even be had
A self defeatist some may say
He feels as if he never has his way
Life is unfair he thinks
Then he curses himself for thoughts so weak
Who is on his side if he is not his own ally
Who believes in a man who doesn’t believe
No one
That’s who
Spiraling Out of Control
Oooh Refreshing
Hitting the ice cold wind
My body breaks through and spins
Feeling this good must be a sin
It's a pleasant assault
My body makes it's descent
Pure freedom surrounds me
The best a man can get
My trip is a revolution
And a revolution
This is a revolving rebellion
I make my own rules here
That is...until the blue ends
I'm free until then
I forgot my chute
But I have the wind
Spiraling Out of Control, Haiku Version By Ryan
Blue skies refresh me
as i jump, embrace the air
love and beauty fell
below lie chains
above me, unimportant
all that matters now
is swirling beauty
like a spiraling blossom
floating downward
there is no regret
not many end in this way
envied by the clouds
The wind buffets me
and I float, fall, fly unchained
pulled ever downward
I am truly free
til the ground becomes my shroud
I am truly free
I gained but weak wings
fools bargain, its cost was high
but laugh not at me
for I fooled them too;
for in these wings, for a while,
was the wind and sky
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Talking
To talk or not to talk
that is the question
and the direction
of this piece
When a voice is not used
is it to be considered abused
And when it is not loud
you won't connect with the crowd
They say silence is golden
but the silent warrior is olden
now stuck in the past
we now talk so damn fast
Patience is a virtue
let me make my point
the time for you to talk is over
but you like to hear your voice
Is it all vocal narcissism
or is there a point to communicate
if we are silent should we hear
the sound of gesture which is silent
Wait for it
you'll see a sign
something that only talking
will always hide
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