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A new Amanda White poem

Black Hole

This place is getting haunted
By the skeletons in our closet
One more bone and it will explode
And the dirt in clothes will be exposed.

Hope your coffee is not getting cold
As the lines in my face are growing old
A mathematical problem we cannot escape
An “imperceptible” concept we have created.

Do your magic tricks, and make me smile
I’ll be reading my esoteric brochure for the while
Casting feelings off the flesh, off the bounds
Oh, so myriad, we’ve lost the count.

Oh, baby, we’re magnets for each other
Our statics is pulling us whole…

Our love is a black hole
Sucking us both in
Leaving us with nothing but
Our original sins.

This place is getting buried
Under the laundry we hid inside
One more piece and it will collapse
And the stain in our cups will come to shine.

Hope your tie is not too tight, love
As I keep hanging here by the end of my rope
A hypothetical problem we cannot solve
A congenital vein that only churned to dissolve.

Do that rabbit trick, and make me smile
I’ll be reciting these words in my “doxology” style
Delivering all of my feelings, out to the hounds
Oh, so myriad, we’ve lost the count.

Oh, baby, we’re magnets for each other
Our statics is pulling us whole…

Our love is a black hole
Sucking us both in
Leaving us with nothing but
Our original sins.

This is the moment we’ve come across
This is the line we simply came to cross
Should we’ve kept our doors under lock and key?
It seems like our nuclear particles have gotten the best of us.

Baby, our love is a black hole
Sucking us both in
Leaving us with nothing but
Our original sins.

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New Amanda White poem.

MMM

Brand new
He promised me I’d be brand new
But how can I be
When since I can remember
They kept unwrapping me
Out for dessert
At lunch, and at dinner
And sometimes at breakfast
While everyone’s still asleep.

Here at the magical center
Where all of my flaws can be eradicated
Let me be hospitalized for awhile
Maybe then the Mister Master Medic
Can heal me from all of my bad feelings
Get rid of all the pain under my skin
And all the way around and inside
Just right where they injected all the bad seeds into my mind.

Used to
I’m so used to all you people looking at
As if it was my fault
Well, then, I can take it
I can take all of the stares
And the whispers
And all the rumors across
Here in my head, my heart
My soul and in my own house.

Here at the magical center
Where all of my bad self can be baptized
Let me go underwater for awhile
Maybe then the Mister Master Medic
Can heal me from all of my night terrors
Get rid of all the ache under my bones
And all the way around and inside
Just right where they injected all the bad seeds into my mind.

One day from a velvet girl
I’ll become a red head woman
One day this strawberry child
Will become ripe on her own merits.

Does it taste different, just a bit stale after a while?
Does the savor changes after being “sampled” for so long?
Oh, lover, how I wish I was in a brand new packaging?
Become the brand with a flavor that you’d enjoy the most.

Potential Ryan Lyandree Poem. Still not sure.

Causality

So the bill has been signed
It’s the law, and you have to abide to it
Either you like or not
It is necessary for those who watch over majorities’ well-being
But when you’re a minnow
In this shark infested pool
Well, you better swallow up your pride and feed off your saliva.

This is necessary
For the sake our economy
Dispose of a few unknown second hand creatures
Off to the grinder, more grub for the gluttons.

Endearing offer, indeed…
Just a causal casualty…

No need to be concerned
We will rise up against, down on the streets
Signs and gasmasks at hand
Until another fire signal starts, shifts our attention from the objective
The news will all cover it
This has lost priority
Above all, to everyone, the new diversion plan’s working perfectly.

Such lack of majesty
Always under veil
Million dollar campaign for the malnourished crowd
Makes us shed off our eyes, but not off our wallets.

Profound and prolific, yes sir…
Just a casual casualty…

The woke-up-twenty-second-reflection-army is not doing much
As they eat of their caviar and drink on their champagne.

Show of hands if you agree
Down with all of this politically correct bullshit
Nobody wishes to die of cold or starvation
Everyone prays to rise above.

No fingers to point at
No one to blame at all
It’s just necessary evil
Simply collateral damage…

Just a causal casualty…

Amanda White

Aduena

“What a beautiful voice she has”
“Sing for me for a while” he says
Convincing her to open up
Only to steal a piece of her soul.

She’s a town girl trying her luck
He’s a city boy raised in the block
Her naïvetés shines conspicuous
As his reputation precedes him.

Ignorance is bliss
But to each its own
Fools always rush in
Where angels fear the tread.

Sic Semper Migrant
Thus always to Tyrants.

“What a unique talent she has
Maybe we can make something of it
We’re in need of new virgins
To keep on feeding this eager city.”

She’s a young girl trying her luck
He’s a sly boy raised in the block
Her nescience glows apparent
It is his chance to take advantage.

Sealed with a kiss
Reason is overthrown
Fascination dashing
Where precious illusions lie dead.

Sic Semper Migrant
Thus always to Tyrants.

She doesn’t know what she’s doing
She plunges her body and soul onto the chasm
With the risk of hitting the pavement
But all of it is worth the trouble, if it’s for love.

Sic Semper Migrant
Thus always to Tyrants.

The main poem/song of Ryan Lyandree’s new “Album” with the same name

The Resolution

Sleepwalking in this desert
I find myself secretly daydreaming
Soaring through the great lengths in distance, far beyond
From where my eyes can reach to see.

Tumbling again against my tail
I watch my heart silently salivating
Like the crows, circling around my head, waiting for my feet
To give in and face down, there, dead.

This road I’ve taken no longer takes me any further
It has taken me far too long to realize that
This light here doesn’t seem to spark any brighter
I need to find the source and become one with it.

Wandering in this barren place
I find my soul furtively thirsting
Imagining what’s on the other side of this wall I’ve erected
So tall, so long, so thick, impenetrable.

Keeping me away from this deluding society
Safe from any sort of heartache and suffering
And all the consequences of having to hand my pride
In exchange for the self-indulgent corporal integration.

Did I refrain from it just to avoid any kind of correlation?
Did I ever really need to be part of their congregation?

All I ever wanted was to find my center, to find my peace
Not to dwell right there frozen, posing like a center piece
So this is my letter of resignation,
This is the letter of cease and desist.

This road I’ve been taking no longer takes me any further
It has taken me far too long to realize that
This light here doesn’t seem to spark any brighter
I need to find the source and become one with it.

These million miles I’ve walked away from home
Running from all of these sins in my life I can’t atone
I’ve been carving these words in my flesh, not to forget
All the blood I’ve given, it’s not enough to pay my debt
I find myself spiritually crippled, so mentally weary
If I take this path now is because find it to be necessary
To embark a new journey and design a new plan
To slay all the demons I’ve made with my own hands.

The road I was taking, no longer takes me any further
It has taken me far too long to realize that
That light there didn’t seem to spark any brighter
I want to find the source and become one with it.

The Logical Sense of the Granted

Fancy finding you in this place
Or any other eloquent word
Found in the dictionary to describe
How to educated we have become.

Give them something easy to swallow
Filled with sugar so the rush will last ever-long
The fruit wasn’t ripe but we accelerated
The process in order to be served on this paper plate.

Lying to our teeth to get a smiling face
It’s hard to be cynical when the numbnuts don’t get it
Give us your words of criticism as “the experts on the topic”
Only the internet has allowed you to fantasize about such things.

“Spectacular!” I must exclaim
Or any other bullshit word
That I can find here to describe
How insignificant it all signifies to me.

I’ll give you something easy to swallow
Filled with sugar, so the rush will last ever-longer
The cake isn’t done yet but you can
Shove your face and savor the ingredients meant for the whole.

Biting off our tongues to get an approving gesture
It’s hard to be cynical when the numbnuts don’t get it
Give us your words of criticism as “the experts on the topic”
Only the internet has allowed you to fantasize about such things.

I’m an arrogant, aren’t I?
‘Cause I’m the one who has the balls to speak these struggles
Such an enormous arrogance
When you wish things weren’t as bad as they’ve become.

Self-sufficient, aren’t you?
‘Cause you’re the one who doesn’t needs anyone else, okay
Such is the price of the vainglorious disclaim
You feel the need to say the things you think that are okay to say.

Covering our mouths to give a sense of inclusion
It’s hard to be cynical when the numbnuts don’t get it
Give us hope of betterment and improvement as you “wish for our best”
No, that cannot be, ‘cause your collective consciousness is dead on its mindset.

It cannot be any other way
Such is the logical sense of the granted…

More poems/songs by “Ryan Lyandree”

Aphorismos

Principles of men are in the line
For the one person abled to sign
Resentment disguised as eloquence
Millions of billions of tons of torrents.

Ghoulish shrieks attempting to be voiced
Rather strident but left with no other choice

Apply fire and brimstone to give meaning
Innate behavior of the human condition
Consume and dispose of what’s remnant
Deface the essence of every conviction.

In the “City of God”
“If you run, the beast catches you
If you stay, the beast eats you”
So…

“Damned if you don’t
Damned if you do.”

Particles, the bosons are solidifying
High energy, large mass adjoining
Electrons, protons and neutrons
Orbiting symmetrically around the nucleus.

Black holes devouring darkness and stars
Fragments of God escaping whizzes and wizards

Apply logic and substance to display implications
Solely to simplify our ingrate presumptions
Feeding on our hypothesized lustful connotations
Ignoring the injurious, devastating ramifications.

After the Big Bang
“Out of chaos the universe was born”
“Temperature and pressure became hydrogen and helium”
So…

“Hang from the branches”
“Sleep with the fishes.”

Axiom
Maxim
Axiom
Maxim
It sounds like acts of pseudepigraphy.

Apply fire and brimstone to give meaning
Apply logic and substance to display implications…

“Hang from the branches”
“Sleep with the fishes.”
“Hang from the branches”
“Sleep with the fishes.”
“Damned if you don’t
Damned if you do.”
“Damned if you don’t
Damned if you do.”
“Damned!!!
If you don’t!
Damned!!!
If you do!!!.”
Only to die wondering
“Who holds the truth?”