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Ryan Jan 2015
purple mountains crash the land
up, erupting, breaking through
in all their violent violet majesty
so i feel breaking into you
a release of unfathomable force
the kinetic energy of earth built up
stored for a break in the surface
a hairline fracture of the psyche
the downfall of a fallen fool

you led me through your garden
your hand held soft in mine
like a delicate budding of a rose
more beautiful than our surroundings
more natural than the earth we trod
amidst a scenic world of strange beauty
and i only want to look into your eyes
to get lost among their winding paths
waiting for you to find me, wandering
  Dec 2014 Ryan
EJ Aghassi
blinded by the light
or the drugs in my eye
distracted by the waves
enchanted by the breeze

there is redemption in
moments like these

I see a sun of welcome
warmth skip across the
top of the ocean's head

the rocks that have been
the end to many friends
now lay there docile again

my soul is floating, I think,
out there in wondrous
solitude, amidst the
romantic expansive blue
Ryan Dec 2014
I'm not weak.
I'm not weak.
I'm not weak.
I might be a little bit weak.
No, don't.
****.
Ryan Dec 2014
Pure exhaustion
Coupled with mental anguish
Living in a haze day to day
Comprehension of routine
Has walked right out the door
Sparks of consciousness
Becoming far and few lately
Morning, night, day bleed into one
A pulsating maggot of time & space
Sense of self becomes abstract
An arbitrary composition of pieces
Rotting flesh randomly arranged
To create a mindless marionette
Performing through a dull screenplay
On this decaying stage of life
Waiting for a curtain call
A grandiose standing ovation
From fellow lobotomized puppets
Who will weep at this tragedy
And laugh at the irony
Simply because it's all part of the act
The paradox of universe
Acted out daily on a grand scale
Billions of actors with no director
Each individual at center stage
Giving the performance of a lifetime
A sad endeavor of recognition
Dramatics as schematic
Systematic
Death.
Blah
  Dec 2014 Ryan
Natalie
do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.
  Dec 2014 Ryan
EJ Aghassi
i still very much feel last night
it was eternity experienced
through complete aural bliss

the day held slight forbearance
amidst it's mists, in no way
could i anticipate such as this

killed, buried, resurrected and
reborn in the lights and pageantry
i saw the angels, i heard them sing

i shuddered, i shivered as i tried
to catch the wayward glance of
the true goddess of wavelengths

the true queen of song, of dreams,
of energy, of life, of experience,
the meaning of a supreme being

there is no other tune but the humming
of my being, elated for once, set to drift
beckoned to float about the world now

my mind will struggle to comprehend
the catharsis that ended when your light and the stage fell empty and dark

but i will never forget how truly alive
i felt in the presence of such incredible
wonder as i did that vibrating night
merrill garbus you will always have my heart
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