i want to part your fire like moses did the red sea
caress your pearl to the sand
trace your lines to the parting place
extract your gold from endless resources
hear your precious night hymns
kneel before you till your love comes
down and meets me at your misty shore.
- I want to know you (in the biblical sense)
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ryandl- October 31st, 2007
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- ryandl
- October 25th, 2007
I swore I wouldn't stay too long
but I can't help but break those rules
and you know it doesn't feel half wrong
so won't you please make some room
You've never felt so deeply
Or teared up so soon
I'm sorry my pretty baby,
but now you'll have to make room
The road that once led to happiness
Seems too easy to consume
Realize, your path was only paved half-way
So now you have to make room.
You've only opened up just a bit
And you're saying I'm fitting you like a spoon?
No my lady, it's just the beginning
I'm sorry but you'll have to make room
Oh!, I love how you've grown
the love that we've shown
a pity you've crumbled so soon
You're feeling inspired?
I thought you've retired.
Now you want to consume?
You sure? Then make room.
- My First
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- ryandl
- October 25th, 2007
calm
I love your shine
the way you cover up your lips
just to let me sleep
crack open your fingers to the sound of birds chirping
and totally reveal tomorrow's noon
I love your sway
the way you swing your legs
inviting me home,
oh where I wanna be after work
I love your grip
the way you hold me down
when others let go
you hold on
I love your breathe
it smells like truth and wit
soft in a way that I could never quite understand
I love your eyes
they blink only when I'm watching
you watch my back and let me have yours
-only me
and I know what to do
Your tongue spits daggers
that mix with my lyrics
to form sweet blues
then comes rain to put out the flames
and we heal like gospel on a Sunday afternoon
weak but stronger at the same time
I love your voice
You sing just to hear me join in
then you smile cuz you know I can't resist
you play me like an instrument,
I love your mind cuz
you already know that I let you.
This ain't a love song
it's the truth
and yeah, it's the first time
but I thank God it's with you
- Excuse My Misfortune (unfinished)
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- ryandl
- October 12th, 2007
See past my misfortune,
Pardon the interruption
I have just a moment to speak
The floorboards are squeakin
These roaches are creepin
The ceiling’s beginning to leak
My mother, she cries
At the bat of an eye
She trembles in fear that she’s failed
The weight of the world’s
On this rusty old banister
And I just cut myself on the rail
Please excuse my clothes
Or rather, these rags
They cover but sometimes they rub
The wounds you see
They’re because of my Dad
My only proof of his love
He mentioned something bout
Not being a man
While quickly turning his face
His attention comes right back to me
He’s able to shove
Now here comes the love
While holding a tall MGD
Hear through my slang
The twinge of my voice
It’s the same voice I use to pray
These words have gotten me
Out of sticky situations
And allow me to be here today
God hears me fine
In fact his is like mine
Well at least when he’s talking to me
Try not to judge my carefree ‘tude
My bounce, my sway, my snap
And excuse me if I seem a little bit rude
Just one question, “Where the fuck YOU been at?”
See you’re here kind Sirs
You’re at my door
Where nothing but poverty dwells
That door’s falling off the hinge
And with my words you BOOST your mobile sells
Pay no attention to those guys on the stoop
They’re charged with keeping me safe
The cops treat this block like the Indy 500
They fly through it as if it’s a race
Pardon if my nostrils flair at the ease with which you judge
Or if our kinky attributes only stimulate you in a club
If my athletic frame only interests you on the field
Pardon me if I wish for you the same fate
What if you’re wounds never healed?
- Titles by Subject
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- ryandl
- October 11th, 2007
These are titles to some of the poems that I'm writing. I need to keep track of em somewhere, might as well be here.
Societal Issues
Black Angel
Big Black Buck
Baby Showers
Capitol Gains
Shotgun wedding
Humble Pie
Battle Scarred
See past my misfortune
Same Story, Different Pay
Family
God Syndrome
Baby Girl
My Shadow, My Future
On Becoming a Man
Bitter Relationship Stuff
An Excuse to Scream
Open Door Policy
Just Like You
Killing Fields
Happy Relationship Stuff
Beyond Belief
Crooked Smile
Separated
Home Alone
What I Owe
Karma
Sex
Unfold
Make Room
Submission
Traveller's Checks
Tongue Lashing
I just called-in for you...by the way, you're sick.
- Foolin' around
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- ryandl
- September 21st, 2007
Why do the bravest of hearts stutter to your song?
How do you see into dark corners
locked away from the light,
from the cold,
where few rise like yeast
to claim their place in the clouds
You count to nine and they fall
one by one
fall till they're lapped up by tongues smart enough not to
focus on it's bitter taste
But appreciate the sweet
Where do the rest go
there in the dark.?
making limp their captive's walls?
You ostracize them
leaving exaggerated scowls that cover
like masks
their softest part
My mask
made of fresh money and beer
new car smell and words to confuse
old, "stood up" looks on aquaintance's faces
football games, pussy, and radio turned to 40
with James Baldwin and Paul Lawrence Dunbar in the lining
soaked in tears.
My mask
disgarded and cracked
smells like religion and pride
like judgement and conservativism
to all who pass it by
it rots
It'd shatter
But for those with warm, damp, dim faces,
there to scoop it up with baby-soft fingers
covering tender eyes and a need not to know
Their shallow, sweet breathe seeps through their new covering
fooling everyone but me.
- We used to
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- ryandl
- August 12th, 2007
We used to grooveWe used to groove to sounds of “The Night Time is the Right Time”The right time was always hard to find cause we were always in the wrong.We’d groove anywayWe’d ignore the problems of the day to groove to the rhythm of the nightI still rememberWe used to grooveWe used to sit silentWe used to sit silent while smoke rose and liquor pouredThe glasses emptied as our hearts filled and burst until our eyes rested on each other’s smileWe’d sit silent anywayWe’d have so much to say yet sit so silent to savor a moment we knew couldn’t lastI still rememberWe used to sit silentWe used to touchWe used to touch to remind us who we really wereThe time and space found our hands in pockets and under closed arms, defensive and strongWe’d touch anywayWe’d reluctantly touch, then grasp the hand that fit so comfortably in our ownI still rememberWe used to touchWe used to knowWe used to know that we’d never work and our time was to be shortThe pain was seen from every angle on that old beaten up couch. Our drug to dull the pain.We’d know anywayWe’d know, withdraw, and repel. Our protective coating.I still rememberWe used to knowWe used to rememberWe used to remember how we grooved, sat, touched, feltThe time had come and gone for our memories to be shelved and to be replacedAnd we’d remember anywayWe’d remember those lessons learned and the life livedI still remember
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Don't trip on the re-post. I'm trying to get my writing grouped together. I didn't start using tags until recently.
This gives you a chance to comment like you've never done before ;)
peace
- No Brothas
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- ryandl
- August 11th, 2007
My mother screams, “You’re Different”She doesn’t say a thing.She hugs me instead and asks me to come in.She asks about my day; as scripted.There is no deviation from her matriarchal dance.Sister proclaims my self-hatredShe whispers with eyes rolled.She hugs me and tells me to make myself comfortableAs she rips apart my very make-up.She asks about my day, as if she already knows what I’ll say; who I amThere is no slowing her ascension to royalty.She’s an eager pupil, a bolder voice.( Read more... )
- My Pen
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- ryandl
- August 10th, 2007
sad
I let you hold my pen.. I took it out of it's protective sleeve. It's covered in only my prints and my fingers still have the curve of that Pilot. They naturally curve to the truth as I saw it.
My fingers still move, now, connected to that truth that you write. Blind strokes are giving me hand cramps. the truth is coming too fast for me to keep up. I'm sayin... I want my PEN BACK!
Better yet! I want your truth to slow down and stop so I can catch you with large strides and trace your history/ my future. I want to walk side-by-side with those dark drops that pulled us apart. the drops that you left so I could find you.
So, can I get my pen back?
See, you can't use it it for long. Its ink comes from all the times that I've stared at the stars and saw your face amongst them, from all the misheard echos that bounce off these walls, from my 1 step forward, 2 steps back syndrome, from the, " I can see why you could hate me" place. This foolsh martyr's blood flows directly in to the grooves of that pen. It turns black from lack of oxygen, cuz I can't breathe, not until I have my pen back.
Right about now my ink is running out and you, surely, are having to double back to make your truth legible; if you can get anything out at all. I wish my steps tugged those fingers of yours into submission; that my watery sight made your grip slippery to the touch; that my mood turned that ink from black to red. Let's make a deal. My pen for your memories. An equal exchange. No funny business. Same time, man. I don't know you. Same time.
So, so you gon hold it hostage? Even though It's out of words, you'd still keep it as a trophy in your pocket cuz it's nice to look at?
I guess that the only way to get mine back is to give you your's huh?
-Ryan Myers
8/9/2007
- INFJ
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- ryandl
- July 20th, 2007
- calm
I took my Myers-Briggs/ Carl Jung personality test today i found out that I am an INFJ . The "protecter" It's crazy because it describes me to a "T" most every aspect of my life follows this personality type. It also tells me that this personality type is rare which explains why I seem to feel so different from other people a lot of the time. It's just good to know that I'm not crazy and that there are other people out there like me, although few in number.
If you want to take the test then go to: http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp
it's about 70 questions but it's worth it. Be sure to be truthful to get the best results (don't even front to try to make you feel better about yourself...BE HONEST!) When it gives you your results google it and see what it has to say about you. You'll find better, more real-world, summeries about your personality there.
There are 16 possible personality types, in case you were curious.
I'm interested in what you are.
peace.
aw yeah, I'm back at work ...blah, Back to getting paid, though!
