Archive for February, 2018

More poems from Fishing for Sirens by Ryan Lyandree

The Pretender

You look a lot like somebody I used to know
Somebody I walked away from but for different reasons
Now you put on that very suit, memorize the speech
Stand upon the podium and spit words that are venomous

I know the truth, it used to drill into my brain
So I recognize the lies, the sound quite similar
You should be sued for plagiarism, yes, you should
Pretending to be someone, to do something
You’re not! You can’t!
Impossible for the devil to bless us all
It is impossible for the devil to deliver us all
Cause the devil cannot cast away its own demons
No, the devil cannot cast away himself!

You look a lot like someone I used to ignore
Somebody I thought didn’t understand where I was coming from
Now you put on that very suit, but there’s something off
Although you sound the same, there’s definitely something wrong.

I’ve seen the light, it used to wake me every morning
So I recognize the darkness, it whispers the same
You should be in jail for impersonation, yes, you should
Pretending to be the real, to be the one
You’re not! You’ll never be!
Impossible for the devil to bless us all
It is impossible for the devil to deliver us all
Cause the devil cannot cast away its own demons
No, the devil cannot cast away himself!

Just because you look like an angel
Doesn’t make you heaven sent
Just because you speak his words
Doesn’t make you our lord
For even the devil knows the words in the Bible
Even the devil dares to tempt the righteous
Even the devil dares to call himself our God!
Even if you think you are like him, you’re not!

It is… Impossible for the devil to bless us all
It is impossible for the devil to deliver us all
Cause the devil cannot cast away its own demons
No, the devil cannot cast away himself!

You’re a pretender
Nothing but a pretender
You talk a sweet deal
But can you walk the real walk?

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More poems using the pen-name Ryan Lyandree…

Elysium

Do you understand what’s at hand?
Do you get what’s at stake?
When you can walk away free of charge
Do you ever stop to think who paid to bail you?

Can you read the lines?
Do you realize what it’s written?
When the illness folding you suddenly disappears
Do you ever stop to thank who have aided you?

Do you take this life for granted?
Are you grateful for still breathing?
When you find gold at the end of the rainbow
Do you ever stop to wonder who left it for you?

There’s a better way than the way we’ve been taught
There’s a better way than the way that they’ve shown us
There’s a place to lay down your burden and rest up calmly
It’s one that emanates great grace and nullifies the calamity.

There’s a better way than the way we think we know
There’s a better way to deal with the struggles of everyday
There’s a place to lay down your burden and live ever happily
The one way, full of grace, to resign from the state of mortality.