Part of being a writer is taking the risk -
even now my mind reels in anticipation.
Poets,
don’t write to provoke shock,
write to harness the divine.
Slam Vows
...There’s a touch of heaven in the music…
in your voice…
and I want it LOUDER,
CLOSER,
because I crave the disruption of the slow, steady drift.
And the poetry?
is an example.
And the words…?
Are the guns designed to blast timeless through the years…
The years I lived brilliant without -
(the girl) -
is a deliberate madness
and as I fight the morning hours away I drive with the windows down, because
WHEN THE WIND IS COLD I WANT TO FEEL IT.
And when the Guns fire through the night I want you to hear them,
And this unconditional love -
is an example.
(such chaos as to pierce the fabric of life)
The Karmic Spin?
is an OBSESSION.
Left unfulfilled for lives upon lives till death do us part, again,
till the stars rip the sky apart, finally…
...And I get to go home.
Shout
Shout to me,
as your thirst for heaven becomes more desperate,
as you doubt your own strength.
Shout because you love me.
Angel,
teach me to inspire,
then ask me again.
I need more time.
Shout to me,
I may hear you;
challenging the cause of your faith.
Don’t tease me, Angel.
Your demand dares me to hope -
ignoring heartbreak’s long shadow…
Shout to me,
the truth is
if you felt this way,
you could never surrender the chance,
despite the years lost to sorrow.
I’m disappointed -
you fear an open door.
No. Mine is a wild heart;
you don’t love me like I love you.
The door is open (burn it down).
A lifetime of poetry waits for you
on the other side.
Gravity 2 (by Aaron & Ryan)
Not keeping you at a Giant's arm length -
but more like the length of a continent or
years so that I might be safe from
the pull…
is too much.
Two bodies set in motion endlessly,
that's the nature of our chemistry -
interlocking forever and eternally,
the science of our gravity.
I can't be near you even in thought,
because your gravity reaches out.
You're what's holding onto me
the anchor when I'm lost at sea;
the type of gravity
difficult to perceive,
but a fundamental truth to me.
I am only where you won't look.
Where your gravity is blind
is where I exist.
Your ability to rearrange the stars
is meaningless as I am always just beyond
arms length.
Propelling me past the atmosphere,
you expose me to a new frontier.
Turning me into a passenger,
we pierce beyond the stratosphere.
(when) Khaos Turns
Blinded by…
No.
Scathed by the white light standing near me -
I have to wonder -
are you the physical manifestation of an angel, or
just a girl I once knew?
If you are
the Angel I think you are
then I’m not sorry.
…And I’m yours, forever.
Slam 3 (mania flares)
More.
Something more…
There’s got to be something more
than this reality, even though
I’ve kept an eye out for you most of my life;
there’s got to be
some kind of promise to the poison prayer
I shout within
every time I scratch this
abstract itch.
You don’t know my story -
(I’ve heard the demons win)
But there’s something more… because
I know…
I know I can pull this one off
without you,
and I feel my chest heat up as
this truth settles in and
flows through my hands…
And I hate that part the most.
The fire.
You were right to stay far away.
Anti-Gravity (by Sarah & Ryan)
Floating, floating,
Lost in abnormality -
cold, cold,
confused by forced complacency
I lie dormant,
waiting for her to tell me
who to be.
There’s something crazy
about the eyes…
…About the way she wants,
resting behind an apathetic gaze,
pushing away the lightness,
accepting a certain random guise.
Sound is always falling,
a gravity pulling me back to lies.
My ears so far away;
only hearing the truth when it cries.
She doesn’t know.
Cold, yes;
her betrayals are minor but many, hastening the spin
of a Giant body.
Those brutal tentacles,
drag me from one galaxy to another.
I lose all definition,
besides that on my fingerprints.
Still, I am invisible…
to those unfamiliar with the method;
a stray satellite hidden in the
very darkness she
knows nothing about.
Dark, only rationalized by shadows.
I crawl into crevasses -
a glimmer of recognition between an unfamiliar maze of ink
and an ember star leading home.
Amidst the Fall
Here we are, again.
It’s no coincidence, is it?
You’ve come a long way.
Time is merely a game to them, so
don’t waste another moment wondering
which god filled you with false inspiration -
it pushed you forward,
bringing you to this point.
You thought yourself interesting enough to ignite.
An ancient force found you.
You were there.
You saw it, yet
the Holy City was random, you say?
I know the Random God,
and he still kept track of your outcome while
I sidestepped his plans.
I saw you there, waiting,
through blurry eyes of triumph,
amidst the fall,
beneath the yellow aspen trees.
Come with me and I’ll show you -
it’s no coincidence.
Demon Spotting (by Chase & Ryan)
It’s been a long night, and
I’m about to give up
if the subway doesn’t come soon.
It wasn’t always this dark;
the station lights are broken.
I’m afraid
this must be where
I meet my enemy.
I notice a woman’s figure by the steps;
suddenly feeling hectic, like
I’m running late.
Her bright dress peeks hauntingly through her trench coat;
I take note without her noticing,
no longer thinking about the hour.
She throw
s me an arrogant look and
I realize she knows something I don’t.
Her presence radiates the same certainty I once felt
while staring into shadows -
just like the shapes cast across her body…
I tear my gaze away.
Run. Reject.
She doesn’t know what has her -
some violent force, poisoning -
the blood flowing through her heart;
her mind.
the scent of roses…
You can see it
as she turns to the side, just there -
her striking lips part, whispering something critical;
God is she beautiful.
Run.
Leaver 6
A man writes in the night.
A slow
coming - to;
the lightness of
a low, blue flame.
The flowing music
dilates his mind
softening the distance between memories.
He takes a long look at you,
still in love delirious,
captivated by
the odd correctness of your approach;
a beautiful crash.
The words,
always like this,
leap the distance through
time irrelevant,
back to you
his only one.
Eyes
As you stare into her eyes -
(the ones that matter the most)
a calm gaze,
a gentle way…
They speak to you:
Nothing is meant to last long here.
Pick up
the pace;
use your darkest thoughts
to your advantage and
be damned the effects
of this.
Be brave.
As she looks into your shifting eyes -
a far distance,
a broken trajectory…
They speak to her:
I miss you.
Go on.
I hope to see you
on the other side.
Slam 4: Hybrid (Rabbit Hole)
Hello, my friend.
My name is Ryan and
I’m standing right next to you.
Do you feel
the afterlife
pulling at your chest?
Do you cry out
for its sweet melody?
Because I still do…
Then I remember…
Nothing really ends, and
forever is but a short time.
It happens that way…
An act of God to see God.
A blinding affection. A dim light.
A slow slide.
Love that tries to fade
then devours the light all the same.
The image of a girl.
Dark hair.
A smile.
The notion of a Gun.
The Long Game.
A near miss.
Denial. Vastness.
Shadows covering her face -
trying my patience.
A soft voice whispering,
“yah, but you can…”
An epiphany;
still there’s a trace
of doubt,
and how it happens that way…
I’m still here…
Standing right next to you.
Moves
Fools!
Your methods are too obvious.
This game is one of misdirection
and the point of this story -
my story -
is to show how faith is born
of love destroyed.
This is still God’s game, and
He is better at misdirection.
- - -
What more is at stake?
What follows me in the night hours…
I visualize a swordsman, more skilled than I;
as he swings at my throat
I fall, bleeding, to the ground.
…My obsessed life -
a blue light,
revealing…
death.
I fear this till my heart remembers heaven,
and who waits for me there.
I see her there,
patient,
beautiful.
She doesn’t hurry -
turning slowly.
It’s been a lifetime already,
and this moment is forever.
Tribute to “Arena” (memories)
Reflecting lazily,
I hear the refrain -
“Love… (in love)… freedom / love…” the words
echo like they just happened.
A great song equal to
a crazy conversation -
a moment of understanding, then
flashes:
“I can’t watch my back all the time, you know?”
“Then disappear, maybe forever…”
The starlight in just the right place -
Kaitlin’s smile.
Time spent with her was halfway a dream. That much I remember.
Music struck me permanently - songs I adored
became a feeling preserved by the melody -
…and I cannot help but listen still.
“Love…(in love)… freedom / love…”
the refrain.
There is always a great song.
My Angel Has
The number seven.
Two beautiful revolvers - black -
patterns running down the sides.
Giant white wings.
Dark hair;
brown eyes.
A message from God.
My distant heart.
Answers -
ones I dare not ask for.
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