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Ryans Peotry, Page Two...
Click Here for Page one of poems
Me, Myself and I
For those who, may try to understand me,
I am one, whos morals and beliefs are of the self,
to see the wisdom, is to, to believe apon the mind.
Seek all though thought and meditation, for the reason we were given a mind,
to prepare, for more then the body can handle.
The soul is the link to better places,
and the mind can roam, free, learning all, seeing all,
experiencing all.But of most, this scares you. To believe, something
more exists. More to the self than ever. We need to study and perfect this gift.
To learn more and look upon, relizing, life is really just as simple as me always,
though, just we were thought, different.To understand me, look deep, into yourself, we all
are the same, on the left side of the brain...
Look deep into your soul, seek out what is right, and
I will always be waiting for you to decide.All though you may not understand my style of
writing, why??? Well becouse it is confusing, the way
I word my thoughtes, its just I, think, what I think,
and thats all I think.( written Aug.21/92 @ 2:30 am )
( two peoms written Oct. 2/97 @ 3:35 am - no titles )
( thinking at this time, within the darkness of earth and the lights of souls)1st) upon the times of life, into the light,
forth of darkness travels. The life of one,
the life of direction into my own travels.
upon the the times of life, forgivness recites,
the direction gives plight.
upon the times of life, some times back held,
for darkness rebeles.
upon the times of life, in my own senses
are might.
upon the times of life, the light rebels me.2nd)
from the lights of shadows,
comes a time for all to understand
the flights of mine.
within the hidden is lost to find,
and thee cycle is really mans sense
of time, forth to fire, led by
air, the earth shall dive into
the souls affair. by known is
knowledge and all is shared.
driven by wind and time will
tell, the cycle is ended, and all
is still well...
Earth, wind, fire and air, becomes
one with the soul, *having the
light and darkness always will be as
one...( * - can't read this word..so I guessed )
( peom written Nov. 25 / 98 @ 2:05am - no title )
No help, no love, no peculiar sorrow,
no time, no spine, no money to borrow,Into the darkness, in the full moon light, A
strange man, lives to delight.
Apon an open book, lies the blood of another,
always dripping down the spine to the cover.
The energy flows, through your hands, reaching distance
of your future plans.
Your eyes grow wet, deep in the night, as the words
pour in your delight.Help, Sadness, Love, Fame and Time,
Countlessly are lost, In favour of escaping the
chance. wondering of a place to reach of space.
Seekers of knowldge, kings and man, why not
*do it sooner than?( * - can't read the word..could be..be, do, unite ( w/ 'it' seperated and misspelled )..)
( this one has no date, no title...but was written to effect...read at own risk )
As a single man, looks apon the land
from a small and frosty window,
All he sees is the death and greed of
his fellow brothers, one after thee other,
for this christmas, all but one wish has
vanished...
This single gift that this man would
give his life to see is the world living in
total peace and harmony,
A world without all thee extras such as
racism, greed, murder and crime,
with this I wish you a merry christmas.
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