Posts Tagged ‘faith’

A Motion Cycle’s The Resolution. The order in which the poems should be read. These poems will appear in a poetry e-book I’m writing titled “Fishing for Sirens”.

The Fisherman
The Resolution
The Divine
The Antagonistic
The Needy
Fated for Catastrophe
The Veil
The Logical Sense of the Granted
The Pretender
The Wounded
Aphorismos
Finding Work in Idle Hands
The Executioner
Agean Chain
The Invisible
Elysium

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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.

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?”

Another one under the alias “Ryan Lyandree”

The Executioner

Timber and down it goes
“Boom!” goes the nuclear bomb
The burning sensation in our flesh
That sticky compound on our skin

Just right where we once stood
Ashes to ashes, back to the dirt
Funny how little we understood
The imminent crisis… as to avert.

Is this the end of the countdown?
That we’ve been calling on for millenniums?
What fortune tellers and divine revelators
Warned us of in books, Hollywood movies and factions?

We’ve had eternity to reflect
The Executioner is up to do his job
“Hosanna” the crowd vociferates
A turnaround for those unaware.

Timber and down it goes
“Boom!” goes the nuclear bomb
The burning sensation in your stomach
That dawning incision on your soul.

Just right where we once stood
Eye for an eye, as only to hurt
Funny how little we understood
Our innate position… as to revert.

Is this the end always foretold?
That we’ve all known now for millenniums?
What fortune tellers and divine revelators
Have warned us in books, Hollywood movies and factions?

We’ve had infinity to reflect
The Executioner is up to do his job
“Hosanna” the crowd vociferates
A turnabout for those unaware.

Fire… water…
Sickness… loss
We’ve seen this before
But never like this.

Fire… water
Illness… death
We’ve seen this all of our lives
But this overruns everything.

We’ve had forever to reflect
The Executioner is up to do his job
“Hosanna” the crowd vociferates
About-face for those unaware.

Mercy!
Mercy for those who still lie under
Those who crawl
Even those who tried to bruise my heel.

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.

Consuming Fire

Fill this tank
‘Cause it’s empty
You faceless man
You used to have a name
Not mentioned anymore
Cause I’m too proud
And I’m too hurt
To even repent.

I knew from the beginning that this was going to fail
You told me over and over and over and over again
But I like the mistakes in a flavor that I can enjoy the taste
I’m drowning but my arms don’t reach out to be saved.

Leave me alone
But (please) don’t forsake me
Cause you’re in my head
And still cannot hear me
Bit my tongue
Before claiming anything
My pride
My anchor keeping my under.

I know of your existence and all of your righteous ways
But this outcast found a place where hurt is heard
There’s no more trace of you in the present world here
It has become the thing that you told me I’d most fear.

If you don’t reach me, I won’t attempt anything alone
I know that I need this, but I need to see my worth
You left an imprint in my soul, enough to hold me back
But you forget to place a filter when the sky turns black.

Belejez Ruach

Are you sick and tired of being bored?
Are you special enough to be ignored?
When people’s faces become the same
You become a pawn in their twisted game.

Either you feel bellow, or above
But never quite in the middle
Cause you’re full of hate or full of love
As answers to life becomes a riddle.

Dance off on your grave
As we dance with the devil
For all the things we crave
As we sink down to their level.

Are you fed up of being held together?
Are you enlightened to feel bothered?
When people’s mouths spout the same
It becomes quite clear what does it mean.

Either you’re in, or you’re out
But still never quite committed
Cause either you know or don’t know about
All of the cynicism subtly summited.

Dance off in your life
As we dance with the beast
For all the things to arise
As we go drunk in this feast.

All of the elements that make us think; revaluate
They drive us away from that place where our decisions stale or oscillate
All of the elements in this life that makes us hurt
It helps us realize that we should be putting all our priorities on full alert.