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 Apr 2021 Ryan Riviere
Eyes I dare not meet
As we begin our own defeat

Snuffing out the flame
So perhaps we no longer feel the pain

The flame's brought to smoke and ash
No longer will our two hearts clash

Although I am in my own personal hell
Dispite that fact I still wish you well
October 1 2020

Thanks for 5 years I'll miss you
 Apr 2021 Ryan Riviere
 Apr 2021 Ryan Riviere
tail    wagging    wall   of tails wobbling
    wall-eyed     little ball banging    little tail
warring       a wag   with a finger   little ale  
     a good day   to    cry    with a little   ale
filling a balloon    with   the  toxic   breath    of  
      a    loud mouth    a good day   to be   at the tail-end.
 Apr 2021 Ryan Riviere
hard     sell—the    sale of the
    idea that    those Golden Girls:
    are more existential
more    radically (Maud, folks!)   ******
    than any      Sartre translation—

and     that Nico,
      Christa, she:
          like a necrotic moth ate her own clothes
          died on her last *** run, a great stoner
          was finished rambling and gambling
These Days —    and  was more existential than
     any      loud Lou.
 Apr 2021 Ryan Riviere
with the     Title of the Dead    Title of the Deed willed
     to me
and brought to me   by  a    mooringandlanguid man-in-a-coat    deadeyed dead-ended dead ugly
    who    asked me whether I owned anything
though   looked
                                     surprise!    (d)
      whenever I told him: But dear
   I cannot      hold a Title if-if-ifff  I have never
         lived but    (no less  
nevertheless    and nonetheless
    Not Withstanding death) will die, too.

There is no straight line      + it is cute mythology that soothes no one with a Title  
       straight lines are    for geometrynotpeople
and    I will steward the
    no, will PILOT the
the Deed
          until it is done,
until it is                          unnamable.
ima eat the flack out of some miso innaminute
 Apr 2021 Ryan Riviere
I have aggression inside me.

Have you ever wanted to watch the world burn?
I mean really burn, not some small cinders, but a real bonfire.

I'm sick of being sick, I'm tired of being tired and I'm tired of being so ******* passive.

Six months into 2020 and here are some highlights

Remember when Australia was on fire?
****** hornets?
The Russian Oil Spill in the Arctic
Several cases of police brutality resulting in murders
The Hong Kong protests both volumes
Now ******* squirrels have been found in Colorado with the Bubonic Plague.
Another strain of Swine flu was found in China that was transmutable to humans and contained traces of the former swine flu
The covid-19 protests.
Floods in February
Part of the United States is undergoing a record heat wave
Parts of India and Africa had to deal with record swarms of locusts
The second we stopped the lockdown in the states we went right back to mass shooting
Donald Trump
Do I need to go on?

I'm tired of this high road passive nonsense.    

I know violence isn't the answer but do you want makes the lions, tigers, apes, hog and antelope gather together?


If the conservatives, liberals, Christians, Muslims, Pagans and Satanists, Vegans and Carnivores, Karens, Kens, If the right and the left can't meet in the middle, **** em.

Let it burn.

Why do you always have to stick your nose in other people's business?

The boys shouldn't be so proud and admit that they're western fascism, ANTIFA need to become organized so they can control their message.

If they can't, **** em.

Let it burn.

I want fires as high as Heaven, I want Roger Stone behind bars and serving his full sentence and I want the names that Epstein and Maxwell have, and she better not commit death by cop.

I want people to wake up and understand we're ******* ourselves up and proving why we're the worst species.

Otherwise, Let it burn.

I'll strike the match, I'll pour the gasoline, I'll start the fire because if that will bring us together, at least we'll be united on something.

Anger is an energy and right now I'm feeling like Chernobyl at 1:22 am.

I want fire, I want ash to rain from the sky and black out the blue, give me constituency or give me the torch, you want an eternal flame? I'll let it burn for the Gods.

I have this anger in my heart, I have to act like this is all ok, because if I don't, if I voice this **** I come off as the crazy one.

Fine by me, if you want me to crazy at least call me an arsonist.

Burn baby burn, Your systems are weak, your tiktoking your life away, you're reading too many faces and it's not even a good book you chose to reread, this is the worst high school reunion disaster movie you can think of.

At this point I'm walking the line of "******* all" and "I want to see you saved"

I'm feeling like G.G. Allin and Jesus Christ had a son.

When this place burns to the ground and you're left walking through the smolders and remains don't come crying to me because I''ve done all my crying and now I just want to watch your punk *** burn.

I want to explode, I want to detonate.

Blow this joint sky high and say "******* that was fun and thanks for the memories"

I'm walking the line of classically happy and cynically depressed.
You people have exhausted me, the anti- vaxers who'd rather listen to their hearts and highschool minds compared to experts in the field, You'd rather listen to "Dave, some 52 year old neighbor" as opposed to the CDC because you don't trust them, yet you have a social media page where you bleed your heart out?

Makes sense right? You're as dense as these flat earth *****, I'd love to see you be tossed on the pile.

Hurting public discourse? Take the guillotine or bonfire, it doesn't matter to me, you're hurting the majority and further hindering the minority, add some fuel to the fire and contribute you oxygen stealing gene pool mistake.

I dream of fire, I dream of smoke, I dream of ash, cinder, smolder and choke.

Let'***** the restart button, hell is freezing over anyway but hey, global warming is a myth right?

Again, I'm not so proud of you boys, let the women make their minds up about their bodies and roles in the work force and home.

Strike a match, sing a song and get low because like 1984 the firemen and we're not just burning Milo books.

So here I end my anger, because I've gassed myself out but I'm sure tomorrow the tank will be full again, after all anger is an energy and thanks to this ******* I have a seemingly unlimited supply.
 Apr 2021 Ryan Riviere
I should be going to sleep
But the shadows at the corner of my eye
Keep whispering secrets
I never asked for

I’m pacing down the hallways
Of my sanity
Waiting for a door to open
Down at the deep end

The peonies dance a slow waltz
In a breeze that does not exist
And the ivy crawl up walls
Over lamps, over windows

Come sit with me
Next to the pond
You cannot leave
So take your time
I wonder if I undressed my soul
Step out of my skin
Stand here bare
On this earth
Without face
Without flesh

I wonder how many people
Would recognize me

Would anyone find me
With only my naked voice  
As it speaks its suffering

Would anyone find me
With only my cries, my wishes
With only my prayers, my love
And my naked soul
As navigation?

I wonder who would be brave
And bold enough
To find the soul
Of a man
Without a face.
I Wonder To Wonder!
I have spent
My entire life in this
Tug of war
Between the two forces in me
Darkness and the light
Like a man with two minds

Both have been
My teachers
Repeating my lesson

So that I finally
May come to grasp
In this life
A soul needs both
In order to have
A better understanding
the subtle differences
Potential and growth
Powerful and weak
Courage and fear
Faithful and wicked
Ignorance and wisdom
The devil and God

The choice ,
Is solely
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