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Strangling
Crushing
Wasting
Words struggle to define
The state I find myself in time after time

Weights of worlds hold my actions
Tethered to my primal reactions

Seeking pleasure
Forgoing pain
All a part of a fickle game

Chances wasted
Opportunities dwindle

Necessary discomfort cast away
Like a crown of thorns blocking my way

I fight myself
a losing battle
I hear my aspirations death rattle
 Nov 2012 Michael Ryan
AB
Chaotic roots hold true and stoic.
Green, passive life climbs.

...somehow thriving via this *****, desolate lifeline.

And to think,
all its wants is to reach the sun.
A man stands on the side of the road,
a cardboard sign, alone.
A woman starves to feed her son,
who's there to help? No one.

A broken world so full of pain,
you close your windows and the shades,
so you don't see, but you hope for
someone to find them all before,
it is too late to save their lives.
With some help, they can survive.

But why not now? What's stopping you?
'Cause if you don't, who's going to?

A man stands on the side of the road,
you gave some change, but he's still alone.
A woman starves to feed her son,
you gave her food, but only once.

A broken world so full of pain,
you close your windows, and the shades.
Sometimes you peek, and hope that more,
people help them all before,
it is too late to save their lives.
Just like you did, so they'll survive.

Why not give more? What's stopping you?
'Cause if you don't, who's going to?

A man stands, no longer alone,
money in his wallet, he's home.
A woman's fed, so is her boy,
three meals each day, she's now employed.

A broken world so full of pain,
you open your windows and the shades,
so you can see, and now you are
the one that helped them all before,
it was too late to save their lives.
Because of you, they will survive.

Reach out to more, what's stopping you?
'Cause if you don't, who's going to?
A jack of all trades and a master of none
That is what people called him
Always tinkering with a smile on his face
Helping others seemed to be his place
So when the last chance came to say goodbye
Many people wondered why
Had such a man as this
Who touched all walks of life
Have to die

As busy as he was he always had the time
To stop and talk with the town drunk
On the corner where he stood
Often about a wonderful boyhood
Then in his pocket he would reach
Without a judging eye
Give the man some money
Shake his hand and say until next time
So when the last chance came to say goodbye
Many people wondered why
Had such a man as this
Who touched all walks of life
Have to die

Always willing to share his skill
If you had the ear to learn
Teaching how to do a thing or two
He would give that value
With anyone who would listen
He would make it his business
To share his knowledge as if he was a chieftain
So when the last chance came to say goodbye
Many people wondered why
Had such a man as this
Who touched all walks of life
Have to die

A husband and a father
His wife and children miss him the most
He was a hero to them
Through his children his story will never end
Raw is my skin
From the repetitive
Friction, rubbing, beating
Heart
Raw is the emotion
From the constant
Ripping, aching, seeking
Soul
Love is blind
Forehead to floor,
A hidden treasure.
 Nov 2012 Michael Ryan
Miss Honey
Give me your love, and give me your life*

Lie next to me, soak in my heart.
Gaze past the stardust,
and experience the world's
oldest mystery.

I'll tear you apart, but
only with my soul.
You'll stay gracefully
spill your tongue through my heart.

On our evening together,
we'll dine in tension.
You'll have catharsis,
I'll have regret.
 Nov 2012 Michael Ryan
Clinton
Dead Earth,
Lay me here to sleep,
I jest in slumber,
Flowers wilted - skies yet heavy,
The moon shines bright - whilst the sun still warms,
Ever-still - ,
Déjà vu
Eyes glint
your treat
behind sequined
mask of red
knowing smile
nothing said
I actually celebrate Samhain, but hey... Happy Halloween x
 Nov 2012 Michael Ryan
Iris Liu
she’s smiling but
her mouth is frozen that way
after years of misconception
and one swift blow
a knife to the throat
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