I have been, I am and I will be documenting the complexities that run rampant within.

It’d be easier if my mind and heart spoke
the same language. Most times they’re in conflict.

So I’ll cope in the best way I know how.
I’ll keep posting...

Because no amount of sentences...
Can succinctly form the verses that fully capture what I see and think.

No amount of metaphors...
Can successfully mask and satisfy what I truly feel.

No amount of poems...
Can accurately draft the blueprint of what and why I am.

Do forgive me for I have fallen far and deep. And for the umpteenth time, I am looking for that window or door so that I could see and taste purpose again.

So please bear with me...
There will be more to come as I indulge in my quest for equilibrium.



Yours in ink,

ryn

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The grass is looking
strikingly green
in the autumn sunshine

We chase sunsets
                 not
                   realizing
that they never really fade.


It is us that sets,
             as it moves on.

The winter is slowly killing her
and me
but on the deck by her side
at the low tide
the river at three is a sparkling glass
feeding a belief
there would be no end of us.

I flew
on the wind of an uttered name
and fell to earth
gripping strands of hair
caught before I hit the ground
I floated
on a silver sea of years
that sings all the songs I know
making me forget the words
humming the tune
I dove
beneath a surface calm as glass
hiding burning currents
pulling me down to the sand
that made the surface crystal clear
I rested
on the bottom
holding your hand

Seized and ******
Dry

Adjoining spirits
Sacrifice all smoke
Unto sky.

Meat of thigh-
Burnt coals glow
And this meal

Divine

Conjoins you+I+all the

Gods