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New poem by ‘Ryan Lyandree’

Fated For Catastrophe

The king is at its castle
Another dumb puppet chosen by dynasty
Let’s crown this asshole
Let’s embrace our own empirical hypocrisy.

Here comes his majesty
The trumpets announce his entrance here
In with the “new” ministry
The surface of this place is flat in this sphere.

And so it’s time to choose sides
It’s time to stay closed, or open out wide
For larva are accumulating in our mouths
What about the dear old worms when everything goes south?

The lord is at its temple
Praise the pagan figures built by mortal men
Darkness is that simple
It enters though the gaping holes of human sin.

And so it’s time to choose gods
It’s time to stay close, or to let go
For dust has been gathering in our hearts
What about the dear agony that comes along with the scars?

And so it’s time to push open that third eye
‘Cause how obvious can it be to read between the lines?
It’s time to swallow the truth and savor the lies
How oblivious can we be about a balance that declines?

Choose now to live or to die
Choose now to give up or to stay alive
For our king has spewed “off with their heads”
And I think he’s speaking about the living rather than the dead.


‘Cause I don’t want to live without you…

For Every Time I’ve Lost You

Get me out of this misery
Cause I don’t wish to live without you
Cause everywhere that I look
I see the illusion of you.

What to do with the feelings you’re feeling?
When they used to be pure and carefree?
What to do now that the clouds have become grey?
What to do with this hurt that I feel every day?

Get me out of this misery
Cause I don’t wish to live like this anymore
Cause everything that I do
Is to be thinking of you.

Gray clouds gather, raining down on my face
And I don’t know what to do with all this space
Prepare myself to move on or fail in the process
How, when our lives used to be so full of roses?

This is inspired by some women I’ve met.  Good people who made poor choices.

For Twists and Turns

There she is
She’s so beautiful
Like a needle in exposure
In a world full of hay.

The rabid hands in desire
A simple sense of touch
That silky glow at sight
For wolves to feed tonight.

Her codename is Red
She likes wearing cherry ChapStick
She likes kissing with tongue
To trap men between the legs.

It all comes down to the inner
It all goes back to the past
To decide what to do with the things
One cannot handle, one cannot forget.

She falls in love with her victims
But in reality she has become the prey
A battle of wits that ends up in violence
Just another bottle to kill off the day.

There she is
Simply so beautiful
Looking so pure and innocent
In her Sunday dress.

The crooked fingers in heat
Want to sink in where is wet
The spying eye of the night
Revel with such a spectacular sight.

Her codename is Violet
She likes to shed stained tears
She like smoking thin cigarettes
Her underwear is such an inconvenience.

It all points down to the inward
It all leads back to the past
To look for love in all the wrong places
To bathe in love, to shower from it.

She falls in love with her victims
But in reality she has become the prey
A hunger for lust that turns into violence
Just another hit to kill off the pain.


All That I Feel, I Feel It All Just For You

If I could fall in love again
I would fall in love with you, my love
If I could share all I am without refrain
It would certainly be with you, my all.

This little light that glows
It’s my own but I wish to be both ours
Do you understand? Do you know?
How’s to need someone so bad, so much?

If I was given a chance to choose
I would choose you to be part of my life
If I could make one thing be true
It would certainly spend my time with you.

This tiny beat that thumps
It’s in me but I wish to be in both of us
Can you feel it? Do you know?
How’s to long for someone so bad, so much?

I wish you could see
That all that I feel
I feel it all just for you.

What’s up with everyone around me being so negative lately? I don’t mean here on WordPress. Life is beautiful for what it is, and yeah, there’ll be struggles, but why have life if you’re not gonna live it. I dedicate this poem to some of my closest friends and my gf too. I give you words of advice only for the best. Love y’all!

Only For the Best

Where to now?
When everything is being led by the trend
Wrong somehow
I cannot even speak to you as a real friend.

No drama here
I’m way past the events that causes hurt
A warning maybe
As personal as it all might harm in secret.

In this age of negativity
Every need is being seen as a complain
Is the new cool way to be
To see everything through a shade of brokenness.

Where to now?
When the next best thing is to bound around
Woe somehow
Loneliness sings to some it’s precious sound.

No drama here
You’re free to think whatever your ego tells you
A warning for sure
When you live only by pride you’ll die by it too.

In this age of negativity
Every plea is being seen as a complain
Is the new cool way to be
To see everything through a cloud of doubtfulness.

I miss the times in when we would give each other another chance
I miss the days in when forgiveness made us better human beings
I miss the instant in when honesty was used to express our pain
And not used as weapon to bring down the person next to us.

I miss the times when we used to hold hands
I miss the nights when we used to stare at each other’s eyes
I miss the way we used to laugh about everything
When joy was a contentious thing and we weren’t ashamed of it.

And if it all wasn’t ever even there
Then we should begin making them
It’s time to build new beautiful memories
And stop thinking that nothing is enough.

For All The Things To Come

And so all things fall on logic
And it seems we all feel in the heart
Enter a smile to face what’s tragic
Might as well add up to the rest of the scars.

Unwantedly wanted
Goes in and out; our so many personal confusions
For all that we are handed
All the small things we spill out in our confessions.

This lonely island
Isn’t as cold or as warm as I thought it be
This is no man’s land
Taking as much space as we should leave.

And if you can’t relate
It’s because you are not being real with yourself
There’s always a tale to tell
A sad, heart-breaking event that changed us forever.

And before we close this book of words,
Written in blood, tears, love, fear and rage,
In the pages of this thing we call “life”;
Wander as all the worlds you see merge,
A place in time, where the space is our stage,
Where hope and faith drives us to suffice.

For all the things to come
Whether them be good, bad, or evil
I’m here to face them, this is my home
I’m not here to negotiate, so I won’t allow the upheaval.