Posts Tagged ‘hope’

Newest Amanda White poem

Celeste

Aqua, where are you hiding?
The flame of love is looking for you?
It doesn’t need a counter-parting
For love is this life’s strongest glue.

Come back with us to the shore
Where the starlight sirens have grown legs
Never mind that thing at the bottom
We’ll lie there only we’ve come to rest.

A light pierces into the mantles of darkness
Stirring us up from our slumber
Calling us up by our names
We are colloquial bawls in these celestial spaces
Sundering ions for aeon
Dot by dot, assembling, across this seraphic palace.

Sister Celeste.

Terra, where are you hiding?
Flora and fauna are here to greet you
The birds and the trees welcoming
No need to fear the taste of their fruit.

Come back with us to the center
Where the sunflowers have grown wings
Never mind that thing at the corner
We’ll lie there only if we’ve come to an end.

A light pierces into the mantles of darkness
Stirring us up from our slumber
Calling us up by our names
We are colloquial bawls in these celestial spaces
Sundering ions for aeon
Dot by dot, assembling, across this seraphic palace.

Sister Celeste.

Ignis, I, I am not hiding
The Cosmos is calling us to become one with it again
Mother, Gaia, we your daughters
We’ve listened to your calling
And we are ready for the embrace.

Lead us, through your soft marrow
Pull us back to you with your umbilical cord
Take us from this world so cold and callow
Fill us with that wisdom, unknown, unexplored.

Your light pierces into the mantles of darkness
Stirring us up from our slumber
Calling us up by our names
We are colloquial bawls in these celestial spaces
Sundering ions for aeon
Dot by dot, assembling, across this seraphic palace.

Sister Celeste.

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Probably Ryan Lyandree’s final poem/song…

The Fisherman

Enter the hyphens to draw the horizon
This is the path I must take, from now on
Make way for the temple that has arisen
The parcels are coming to commemorate themselves.

Clutch onto your body, not to lose your spirit
This baptism of fire has other plans for you
Watch as this fisherman is fishing for sirens
It seems to be the only thing he knows how to.

Talk about the reeling
Talk about the bait
This path seems appealing
A trail I should take.

Spurting his blood to feed off the Wyvern
This is the pact I’ve signed, where I belong
Make way for the darkness tearing asunder
The pillars are coming down, burying us both.

Hold tight your chest, not to lose your soul
The drizzle of sulfur’s to acid, as coal is to oil
Beware of the callous in hunt of the weary
That the assemblage of angels is called on to foil.

Talk about the reeling
Talk about the bait
This path seems appealing
A trail I should take.

Stare at the wave that is swallowing us under
Look at that fisherman just fishing in his boat
Two suns are for eyes, and voice like a thunder
It seems he’s the one that keeps us afloat.

Shrouded in mystery is the life of us Pisces
When the age of Aquarium is now just upon
Two spectrum apart, contrary and in crisis
Two entities divided, striving to become one.

Talk about the reeling
Talk about the bait
This path seems appealing
A trail I should take.

Another poem/song by Ryan Lyandree. This could be considered the prequel, or sequel to “The Resolution

The Invisible

Hey! Hello!
I hope you’re up there
I’m here wandering
I’m here lost again.

Without a map to guide me
And the stars have gone berserk
Where’s north? Where’s forward?
I’m going in circles once again.

Hey! Hello!
Are you really listening?
This one way conversation
Only with myself.

Without a compass to direct me
All the stars have gone berserk
Where’s north? Where’s forward?
I’m going in circles once again.

Hey! Hello!
Am I alone in here?
Talking to the invisible
Hoping it’ll come to my aid.

(Maybe it has been waiting for me…)
(Maybe this was the reason all along…)

Maybe if I take the step
Maybe if I take the leap…

Could it be…
That the Invisible can help me out?
To find myself
In its arms and in its grace?

Could it be…
That the Invisible is willing to aid me?
Embrace me at last
In its heart and in its place?

Maybe if I take the step
Maybe if I take the leap…

Take my hand
And lead me there
My old friend
My light, my counselor.

Unbeknown to me
The Invisible, always, awaiting
Through all of this time
For me to call upon.

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.

Another poem/song by “Ryan Lyandree”

The Wounded

Obsessed
Obsessed with it all
With the destruction
And the restoration.

Fixated my eyes and my thoughts
And my heart on the malice
And the harmony and the grudge
And the ever lack of redemption
Through the darkness
Through the hollow, the gap
The cul-de-sac
All the way back to the beginning.

Questioning my own reasoning
My endless naivetés
The absorption of my compassion
The extinction of my own self.

And through the wounded
I find myself
I find the hatred for myself
I find the stupidity, and simplicity
Of how a human being
Sabotages itself
Dismantles itself
And tries to redeem itself
By giving the love
That it doesn’t feel for itself
To others
And all this
Till the point it cannot no longer
Forgive itself
No matter what.

Not at all
Not one bit
Over and over again
The guilt takes over.

Obsessed
Obsessed with it all
With the oblivion
And the instauration.

Fixated my eyes and my thoughts
And my heart on the umbrage
And the tranquility and the ire
And the ever lack of atonement
Through the shadows
Through the idle, the void
The dead end
All the way back to the beginning.

And through the wounded
I’ve found myself
I find the love for myself
I find the stupidity, and simplicity
Of being a human being.

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.