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Ryan V Mar 2017
There we were as fools,
stumbling and groping in the darkness
without sight and
full of a false sense of direction
Searching blindly for a sense of comfort
in identity,
that switch which eludes
our fumbling fingers
Desperately grasping patches
of cold hard wall
in pursuit of the change
that will show us the way
My fingers graze the switch
and slide down the wall
and the bulb flickers...
Ryan V Feb 2017
Life isn't meant
To be spent
Treading  brackish water,
Never knowing
Whether to swim to sea
Or go upstream
The fresh waterways
Of the nostalgia days
Streaming home or
The salty waves
Of the horizon gazing
Back at me pulling away.
Is the undertow grasping
While I remain gasping
For just one breath
Better than knocking knees
Against rock shallow depth,
Mindlessly floating at ease
With the current it seems,
Still gently row row rowing
Navigating against growing,
A life only wishing for dreams.
Ryan V Nov 2016
I address this grievance to the flag of the divided state of America, and to the to the republic for which it stands, one electorate under law, inherently divided, with liberty and justice for sale. Supply and demand is the law of the land. America. Land of low fat low carb gluten free gluttony. Home of the diet double espresso. Nation of a decrepit prescription of a common condition of a callous repetition of rhetoric. We can't Compromise the promise of compatibility for a culture of coercion through coined commerce currently claiming a currency of craving. A public sporadically radical showing signs of torrential existential turmoil and torment
Ryan V Aug 2016
Have you ever felt that your heart is hollowed glass being put under more and more pressure until cracks form fissures on the surface and it slowly breaks under the weight and sprays glistening diamond dust across the breeze as what once made you who you are spreads to the stars still holding fragmented dreams unachievable and foreign yet familiarly yearned for?
Ryan V Jul 2016
I was put on this merry go round. I did not coose to take this ride. Now we are spinning. Faster. The World is spinning and I am still. The kids push harder and the world whizzes over my shoulder. Shouts of joy and laughter. A boy is crying and clinging the bars. Faster. Spinning spinnning out of sight. The boy cries louder. I want to get off, but the world is dizzier and dizzier the louder he cries. Spinning. Life is twisting. I want to get off. I didn't ask for the ride. I desperately want to let go of the bars and jump into that swirl of the world. I want solid ground. I will jump. My focus fades as quick as the flashes of the world around me. Spinning. Now I'm dizzy. So dizzy and the spinning is... I want to get off. I am going to jump. I brace myself but the boy is crying. So much crying. Why won't they STOP? And I just want to jump off the spinning circle but he just keeps crying and they are laughing. I want to get off but I can't stop crying. The world is spinning and I can't even move.
experimental expression piece
Ryan V Jul 2016
You and I are the same though your big owl eyes stare me down asking "who?" and I'm wondering too recently things haven't been easy to spin and to spread snip snap there goes the thread of the fabric of time and space as I race the erasure of my mental merry go round of broken thoughts and drunken dreams filtering them through the soul by means of ego exciting the innovative rush of waves crushing my lungs with currents of love floating through one ear and out the other tracing my brain along the way through the angst and anger around the dark deceit and laughter and wriggling round the goals I'm after emanating out my ego directly into the black hole we call life where we are sure it exists but mysteries of its nature persist unexplored and unexaminable depths of delusional conclusions masked in illusion of love given down from above yet there is no higher than thy own mind and heart and death may never due us part since I'll forever be your light in the dark the lantern and key to release you from your worst enemy the silhouette of shadows a no named menace mincing and mashing memories and the scary thing is the villain is already inside disguised within dark thoughts on a dreary day yet we keep him at bay in the subconscious soliloquy answering "who is me?"
Ryan V Apr 2016
Off to the Races
On your mark, get set
No.
We are naturally wary of different
Our anticipatory
Participation in fear
Blinds us from the signs
That classification
Of the population
Fuels separation
In our great nation
And the degradation
Of our education
Through miscommunication
Due to deprivation
Of alleviation
As far as the segregation
Taking its formation
In our imagination.
These bounds we set
To set us apart
Take hold in heart
Because we impart
The notion of racism
Through our pride
Proud to be black
Proud to be white
Proud to be
Whatever it is that is me.
I’m sure it is right
Though I did not choose
No I wasn’t trusted with choice
I wasn’t given an option
No opinion to voice
I came as I am
I came as man
With no color in mind
Nor hate in heart.
No limits exist
To whom
They were never shown
Never taught
Through words or by deed
Never separated
Through race or creed
Disparity through diversification
Norms forming cult cultures
Secluded islands of identifiers
Imprisoned in our tradition
Caught up in the familial familiarity
Of being a drop in a raincloud
Growing heavier each summer day
Until the burden bursts
Out in thunderous roar.
And yet the race will remain
Runners at their mark
Pushing to get ahead of the pack
Forgetting there is no finish-line
Since it was never a race at all.
Observations of race by a concerned human
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