Poem 1
Your aura was the first I saw
Full of flowers, especially the rose
Even in the night pedals bloom in awe
To move my hand in the air, open and close
As to attempt to feel the presence
The majestic and unordinary essence
Of pure unhindered sunshine
A star in the eye of mine
Which always remains
In sight but out of touch
Poem 2
I proposed marriage to the air last night
For your essence lingered afloat in passing
As for a moment I could grasp a bushel
Of pure essence of love in your fragrance
Where the ethereal takes some physical form
Materialized by genius of being
A mist of casual release
That in a failed attempt to bind I asked
Would you stay with me forever
Which only left me a faint trail to follow
Poem 3
What lines of love I carry across the earth
And songs I sing and praise of love in Johannesburg
The places I have seen far less entice
Then her curves, her mountains, valleys, and springs,
Dark natural beauty, the source of beginnings,
I place my heart and faith in your city
Which so designed has taken all I have to spend
And all I have to give
In return, I can hold onto its jewel
Far more precious than rare metals of a star
Shining with greatness so as one can see from afar
Makes the burden of feelings carried a weight of worth
The songs I sing and praise of love in Johannesburg
Poem 4
I wish to tremble with your touch
To desire, to fly in emotion in flames
Feeling the burning and seeing the bright
So as when I finish I return from wood to ash
Completely run through with embers so as
Remains of which no life could be
Distinguished by the black resin of
Passion extinguished for the excess of
Air that fed the last morsel of life inhaled
The Tree No More
I decided to move out of the trees
Pinocchio nor raw wood no more
For I was tired of being written on
Of truths amongst trees of things that fall
Of which the world has no care for at all
Among them I had more than seen enough
Many of the same thing discussed anew
Of which I choose the rank and folly,
For a better view of humanity
Of which chaos is a great refuge for sanity
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Pardon my ignorance on the definition of trust,
Play it hard, play it rough, all for this I must,
Firm reliance on the integrity, ability, character of these persons,
For every step forward I take, in its name it worsens,
For once what was a reliance on something in the future, hope,
Now appears to be doubts, of which we ask can love cope,
A charge of which is laid, a breach, of which confidence,
Has no fidelity or virginity anymore, its compliance
And compromise, versus my vision of us together
One which is that of affection, faith and love forever.
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Pardon my ignorance on the definition of trust,
Play it hard, play it rough, all for this I must,
Firm reliance on the integrity, ability, character of these persons,
For every step forward I take, in its name it worsens,
For once what was a reliance on something in the future, hope,
Now appears to be doubts, of which we ask can love cope,
A charge of which is laid, a breach, of which confidence,
Has no fidelity or virginity anymore, its compliance
And compromise, versus my vision of us together
One which is that of affection, faith and love forever.
But what surprise should I have for love and hate of Greatness,
In God We Trust.
Walking in front of me as often is,
I look where your neck meets
The curly black small hairs on brown skin,
Of which I recall kissing,
Running of my tongue,
I chase after this moment,
As my hand eases over your shoulder,
Slowing you down.
By Ryan Anthony Gibson
Dusk seems to antique the earth,
That which a flame can achieve from a single candle lit,
In such dim moments does love give birth,
Igniting the very fire we missed in the extremes,
In clarity of day or blackness of sleep,
Seeing what we want to see aged in a moment,
Whether the first time, or golden anniversary,
The feeling it’s been there forever,
Love which will be and is.
By Ryan Anthony Gibson
Battery of the sky in passionate thundering slashes of electricity,
Like blazing whips flung across the world and snapping,
Beautiful display of natural passion that brings fear,
No wonder generations past think this is a God’s work,
So does that fear develop in the electric storm of love,
Of which brings both fear and admiration in its power,
The ultimate control of space and sky as if nothing else existed,
Or was alive accept the flashes of absolute divinity,
Causing my heart to race and mind to fascinate in awe,
The moment is now where we make our own energy.
By Ryan Anthony Gibson
Awoke from the thunder and lightning close to the earth, my home,
Pilots say an electric storm, navigators know how difficult it is to fly through,
Powerful rumbling of windows, in my head, controlling sky and space,
Heart racing, looking out the window between the bars, I see the flashes,
Fingers of light scratching across the night’s field of towers revealed from dark escape,
Lighting up what could not be seen, that now is visible in a beautiful display,
Of emotional battery of lashes, looking back to the bed I see asleep,
Where one storm passes showing flashes of another that takes rest,
Back to the sky of natural passion, in fear I see beauty,
In moments of time, short, powerful, blazing whips, I become electrified,
Awaiting peace to break in the dawn, a continuance of moments now.
I can give Blood
Finger flicks the vein to make sure,
The blood is flowing,
Pumping through it are days of greatness,
Through fleshy mass that makes it,
Saying, I’m allive, That I love,
That I can give Blood,
If you ask.
For what I have to give the very breaking,
Of the Dam, of Hate, of Lost, of Illusions,
Chaos, of questions, the gushing,
To the point of a flood,
Of love, the earth is shaking.
By Ryan Anthony Gibson
* Please consider how little blood is available in Haiti and disaster areas with such horrific injuries that have been caused. I ask you to give blood if you can, you should give blood, its part of living.
To be Born Again
Shade from the sun of which under grows,
In waste lives develop for waste well,
A canopy of caring,
No disease passes from your arms,
Stretch through the light and dark,
No fear of your mighty bark,
For the only sound is in the wind,
Solid stressing.
Grounded on the mother earth,
Printed on our material worth,
The only pain you can inflict is in paper,
Or by chance you fall in the storm or by
Our Cause.
If I were to return after death,
I want to be reborn as you,
For hate or hurt is not within
Your constituition.
Only to grow and be.
What plan must I make so this comes true,
But to plant the seed so as maybe,
I can be a part of your generations.
By Ryan Anthony Gibson
What you had to say…
I thought about what you had to say,
That it would change and I am,
But for what exchange I must pay,
For all of lives many emotional shames,
I can no longer hide from it all,
And try to be someone I am not,
I could try to see past stories forgot,
Hidden from the world of living,
But there is no escaping what,
No running or even death of thought,
For living all we have is words and disease,
Not one too far from the other,
So forgive me sister and brother,
But these are my last words and decrees.
By Ryan Anthony Gibson
The Pain You Carry
Read to deeply and deeply,
Red,
Burdened by the future sleeply,
Dead,
Cornered but in silence freely,
Said,
I am not well from lively,
Lead,
A past I try to eagerly,
Shed,
Unhidden from my bloody,
Head,
No apologies accepted it steadly,
Spread.
By Ryan Anthony Gibson
