Ryan Maxwell Navin

Ryan Maxwell Navin Aug 2013

Oh, This can not be!
What is stopping me?
What determines what i see?
It is so tall and I am so small but, the fear fills my brain and I fall.

It hurts the dark has been my home, but the warmth feels right against my rough skin.
It's just to bright to see, just to bright to believe.
Perhaps in time...
But what til then?

Oh, I wonder why.
What is stopping I?
If it could **** me, would I die?
The thought must be an error in my mind, If these things are really just in my mind.

It hurts the dark has been my home, but the warmth feels right against my rough skin.
It's just to bright to see, just to bright to believe.
Perhaps in time...
But what til then?

How big is anything really?
As small as the mind can perceive.
Even space is in our imagination.
Everything is as big as we believe.

song

Ryan Maxwell Navin Apr 2013

Rick Lime

My boredom had turned to a pill
Which had made my mind quite ill
I picked up a bat
Killed that old cat
And I leaped from my window sill

Oh what a sweet loving wife
That picked up the kitchen knife
With a flick of her hand
My neck it did land
Ending an adulterer's life
...And my marital strife

poem

Ryan Maxwell Navin Mar 2013

Eyes of Invitation

As I gaze across this hazy room
My eyes lock upon hers.
Her stare is a lioness about to lunge onto
a suicidal prey.
Her eyes like fire burn my flesh,
leaving nothing but a broken heart and a twisted mind.
She is the flame in my cold dispassionate world.
She stabs me with drag from her cigarette;
Warm blood rushes from me,
reminding me I'm still alive.

Time, Memory, Morality all come to a screeching halt.

Ivory, Ivy, Ebony eyes.
The eyes I fear in my nightmares
and long for in my dreams.
Eyes that have turned good men bad
and great men dead.
Eyes that have broken homes
and destroyed nations.

How could I refuse?

prose

Ryan Maxwell Navin Mar 2013

Melting

Melting

Down

Shapeless

And new

There is only so much

That we can’t define

Until we find

We’re all melting

Dying

Finally

Feeling

Yourself live

What

Why

Never

Mattered

There is only so much

That we can’t define

Until we find

We’re all melting

song

Ryan Maxwell Navin Mar 2013

Whatever that means

My name is Ryan Navin
I guess you can call me that
But you could call me a lot of things
I’m a man
But what is a man?
What does it mean to be a man?
The term changes meaning from time to time.
Today it means to shave your *****
and sit behind a desk typing numbers into a computer.
You could call a lot of things a lot of things.
But who gives these things their meaning?
I suppose people.
There is nobody else around to do it,
But what gives us the right.
How can we give purpose through name,
when we don’t even know our own purpose?
There is no meaning or purpose to end.
That is it, all wrapped up into one ominous and mysterious word
End.
But thee ends must justify the means.
Well what I mean is…
What is the meaning to life?
What is the meaning to after life?
Past, Present, and Future life.
Is it Happiness, Contentment, Discovery, Honor, Existence, Persistence?
I think it’s jazz, but what do I know?
I’m just a man.
I’m Ryan Navin
Local poet
Drug abuser
Sexaholic
*****
Genius
Madman
Sane
Evolutionary Defect
God’s Creature
Preacher
Savior
Sacrifice
Wanna-be
Liar
Fly on the wall
Blip of Existence
Just another failure
Just another success
But what does that mean?

prose

Ryan Maxwell Navin Mar 2013

Fleeting

All I am is a thought,
And all I thought is now gone.

poem

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