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 Jul 2016 Randy Bryte
GaryFairy
I have never been sophisticated
sophistication just never related
relative to everything i hated
hatred of the over-stated

i have never been materialistic
materialism isnt a characteristic
characterized by a mind that's realistic
realize i am not hedonistic

i never gave a **** about tradition
traditional is subject to my definition
defined by my own composition
composed of passion and ambition
repost from a few years ago
 Jun 2016 Randy Bryte
Pax
Bitter
 Jun 2016 Randy Bryte
Pax
Sometimes life has a
bitter ending.
6word story.

Sorry for being away. Not sure i'll come back as soon as after this post. Ive lost my father just afew weeks ago. And im still in mourning even though i still cant believe his gone too soon from us. My friends and family advice me to stay strong. And i will but im not sure for how long, my loneliness and insecurities are eating me up inside. I can only share a few of my struggles. I was glad that i was able to tell my siblings what my inner struggle but im afraid what are they thinking right now, i know they love me but i cant still love myself, i hate thinking how much i dont like myself. I fear so many... i feel so tired at times without reason.  

Dear papa,

I wish your happy now in heaven with mama with you. I know how much you love her and us. Im sorry that sometimes i am not honest to you or i have put much distance between us when im in abroad working. Please don't take it too personally, i just wanted to be alone for awhile, trying to figure out what i want or need and im still searching in vain. Im sorry that im keeping a little disappointment from you,  thinking that you never cared for me. Because youll always say my sisters this and that, and that all your concerns are about their problem. Well i can't blame you, because when you say are you okay there? All i ever reply to you is im good. Even my relatives told me that he doesn't worry about me, perhaps beause they're thinking im too independent on my own that i don't need much of anything. Perhaps im just too good of an actor that they don't see what im struggling for. Okay, im all good now... ill make my life good as long as i still can. Thank you for being such a good father, ill miss you, goodbye...
 Jun 2016 Randy Bryte
OnwardFlame
Year 1:

A colossal year filled to the brink with shots, undeserving kisses, swans drowning and finding their way back into luminous lakes. New place. New face. Try hair 12 different ways. Tattoos, poems thrown into the trash. Whiplash, sleeping on the floor. Blow up mattress for much too long. Camera over heated. Memory latch no longer works. Regurgitating a freedom of letting go of what was, what is, whats right now--constant colorful motion, even on the grayest of days to embody the best version of yourself you can be each day. Photos captured and made invisible. Struggle with inner self doubt, loathing, the plight of faces around you. The leader of the helm. Ownership. Vaginal hair is beautiful and easy. Forever running out of money. Resentment builds over time. Voice it quickly and with kindness. Being the first to pick up the paint brush, with no hesitation. Remember humility. Gratitude. Tired soul. Never stops, the art never stops. A series of odd jobs. Romances. Short phrases when feeling neglected. Giving abundance of love to self and those around. Always tired. Some days extremely anxious. People want a piece, but its beautiful. Excited for new adventures. Feels so good to be alone, alive, the sun on my skin. Realizing men are just men, not idols. And women are goddesses with chips on our shoulders only we have the power to heal. Forget the forgettable darling moon child. All climbing and gearing towards one big pulsing glorious hope:
To radiate the truth through the lens of my own eyes.

Year 2:
Lets find out.
 Jun 2016 Randy Bryte
Just Melz
Across the dark sky
The bright moon
Lights up the night
And wraps the oblivious town
In a beautiful cocoon
Keeping the late night dwellers
With midnight dreams
Safely hidden
From the sins of the city
And just before the sun
Steals away the dark
Those late night dwellers
With midnight dreams
Find pieces of their hearts
Caught in a Butterfly Dawn
Being ripped at the seams
And a beauty that once was
Is now dead and gone
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