Posts Tagged ‘Life’

I don’t know what the future holds but one thing is for sure I’ll keep on writing. This one is from Amanda White

Archipelago

Category and distance
Those are the rules of being polite
I’ve never met anybody
Quite as honest, as harsh as you.

You shine like a star
You are burning
You’re hot like lava
And I’m melting.

This is building a bridge
To places I’ve never wanted to go in me
I know we wanted to turn our islands
Into a sweet paradise, into a big archipelago.

But you’re ticking on like a time bomb
And I’m the putting up the hours
There’s no switch to turn the senses off
So the sweet is turning sour.

Residues of an apparent lifetime
Like ghosts of an abandoned habitat
We could’ve been so kind
But instead we only brought the bad.

You shined like a star
You were burning
You were hot like lava
Until you melted in.

And the house we were edifying
Didn’t have a strong foundation to withstand it
And now it’s time to close down that door
And in all sadness, leave you right behind it.

Cause you came like a match reaching me
And I’m a jasmine scented fuel tank
And with your fire, I burned and burned good
So now I cannot allow myself to keep on corroding.

So it’s time for our souls to take sail
As our hearts, hopes and dreams to sink
I’m now deciding for our winnings and fails
And you can think whatever you wish to think

But its time…
It’s time to be formal
It’s time to be strangers
Back to gaps and silence bits
Back to feeling somehow unfit.

Time will help me forget about all the wounds
Time will help me forget all about you
Time will only tell if we will remain friends
Or if inside my pain I’ll whisper “screw you.”

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The Voice of the Devil

Grab on this corpse
And put it back in
Oh, how much have I long
For the day I welcome the misery
Back into my arms
Back into my soul
No, I will not understand
Yes, I will be cold
Push aside in despite
Of all the good I’ve done
Oh what a passage of rite
So callous to the bone
Chew it and spit it out
The taste have grown stale
As I scream and I shout
And watch this ship go to sail.

This storm, oh holy diabolical confusion
The intrusion of the so called friends
For now you’ll enjoy the division
But all your angels will soon become fiends
Every mistake back at you
I will be happy when the death touches
The one thing leading you through
I wanna see it lie in the dirt with the roaches.

Oh, happiness
Am I the only one grieving?
Seem like you’re smiling
Is it so fruitful what you’re conceiving?
This knife on my back
I will one day take it out
And I will draw a track
To disfigure your surmount.

You all come in packages
I was thrown down here
And all the dark influences
Will strike as your biggest fear
Come on, the one you will hate
Come on, the one that will not tolerate
Self-destruction with you tied to me
Cause if I go down, you’ll go down with me.

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

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.

A new Amanda White poem

Norma Shearer

You like me
You like me like candy
You want a taste of me, boy
You’ll have to wait in line
To have a drop of this wine
Cause my sweet red lips
Are not designed to kiss
On your covetous mouth
Yeah, things turn sour
When they go south
Babe, this is not your hour
This is not your time
My regrets to you
And that boosting in your pants.

Come on, cowboy
You see me as any Madame
From a western movie
I don’t need your rescuing
Don’t need your invitation
I want a man who would respect
My desires to stay at bay.

I’m not a morning person
But neither am I a lady of the night.

You like me
You like me like honey
You want a taste of me, boy
You’ll have to wait your turn
As your guts begin to churn
Cause my sweet ruby lips
Are not designed to kiss
On your esurient mouth
Yeah, things turn sour
When they go south
Babe, this is not your hour
This is not your time
My regrets to you
And that bulk up in your pants.

Come on, cowboy
You see me as any Madame
From a western movie
I don’t need your rescuing
Don’t need your invitation
I want a man who would respect
My desires to stay at bay.

I’m not a morning person
But neither am I a lady of the night.

Your x-ray eyes have never surprised me
We will never reprise what has never started to begin with
I’m not here in the hunt of young boys
But cannot help I’m an allurement for your hunger and your thirst.

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.