Archive for July, 2009

Inevitably I am begining to feel older, but it doesn’t seem to effect the urge to be young with you again. It’s as if I am standing beside the lighthouse humbly waiting to call you home. I have given up years ago on leaving notes around the city, and there is little virginity left in my thoughts or soul, but in my poems I sometimes can ignite and remember the virgin thoughts that brought us together.

It is a disease to believe that you can live without love, a disease that has effected many for them to die wanting of love, when they should die for love. My only regret would be that I never died for love would be on my tomb stone, for in some ways I feel I never put up the fight you desired. I am not facing a Doctor, Lawyer, or Prince that far reaches my place in society or the world. I am facing the tradtion of families different than my own, and the mind of a 29 year old woman who can not make it up, however, for some it takes 50 years, others never, accept maybe as their last thought in the form of a regret or confirmation.

I am not waiting on a riverboat or in a hovel office, but often I feel this way. The only sanity I have is the child who has every ounce of love once shared between us, and I get to share this with her every day I spend with her. Captured in her eyes, in her voice, her lovely laugh and zeal for humor and accepting the tribulations… I only wish she could overcome this fear. The fear I have seen in you, the fear you will face someday, the fear she doesn’t even know she has but we all do, and for her… I will also be there. I could not express it to you in any other way, and I don’t know at what point exactly I lost you, but going away for a year, turned into eternity. I have visited the shores of Cartegena, I have seen the river from which love floats, I have never taken my eyes off the ocean or the mountains or my mind from you.

Whether it was telegram, fax, mail, email, or phone, I have sent my words to you… like no other could for no person I know could love the way I do and have for 12 years of being with you. I wish we could find a way to get away from them all, mark the door with an “X” so that they would believe we have the plague and would never come in, some way to make it all go away, for their life is the illusion not ours. Its the illusion that someone else is right, that we were too young, or incapable of resolving our issues, or that we are now to different when we have never been more the same. I have no jail to break out of to run to you and stop you from marrying another, I have the resolve to wait until I am 80 years old if I can live that long, but I am happy in the fact that I know you read this letter, that I have our daughter to love, and that everything I ever loved in you exists pure as it was the day I met you… 

Your Canadian Boy. Maybe you can tell your boyfriends I am coming to town someday and that you don’t want to see them anymore, maybe someday I will have the pleasure of being the good one for you again, or maybe someday, this will happen for someone else… who can write at least of that illusion that still afflicts me, or the reality that is now far less real than the illusion we live. The red lines on the flag is the blood I have bled, the yellow is the nature of those between us and greatness, and ourselves for not facing it.

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You have been touched by many people in a day,

Elbows fabric shoulders skin,

To you they don’t mean anything,

But you would remember my sweet embrace,

And how I ran my fingers down your face,

Although upon the surface my love would start,

It would reach the greatest depths of your heart!

By Ryan Anthony Gibson

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How to…

Poetry, music, sweet sayings, a listening ear

Nice stories of when you were young

But not about past loves to keep you clear

Give gifts that can be hung

In the window to color their life

Go on small trips and walks

Converse about dreams, not strife

Keep Negativity out of your talks

If it veers towards the subject

Confuse with creative quote

Then give them something

They cant object

Just keep to this antidote

A positive way to care

Is by showing the fruits I bare

Don’t ever, ever ask why

Because why do we love

Just stare deep into their eyes

All that should be enough.

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I’ve got the time to wait around

To wait around for you,

For my little heart is bound

Bound when you’re in view.

Hear all my thoughts trapped inside

As my love does sit and brew.

Waste not the time searching world wide

When the love at home is true.

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Always with you

Look at the bed unmade

And Reminesce of me

Think of where we loved and laid

What we came to be

Look careful at the tattered quilt

Twisted over the rippled sheets

Where our love was built

And our hearts would often meet

Smell the flowers of love in the air

The sweet scent of my body and hair

Although the room did seem to be bare

Now you know that I am here

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Beware My Love

A disease that has effected

The whole of the body

The ears that ache till they hear

The voice of

The eyes that pain and water

For the loss of

The sore skin that waits

For the touch from

The joints that ache to go

Towards some

And what of  the Monday Lost in bliss or nostalgia

No one is immune to this infliction

Contagious from human affection

To be aware of it is to have seen

To know what all this means

To David Richer, just because he is a love sick puppy. Gibby

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The eyes that roam the room astray

For the chance to catch another gaze

Or a gentle brush, the subtle graze

That gets ones head to raise.

What it takes or what I try

Doesn’t have to reward reply

For the love I give and apply

Comes back to me as time whisks bye 


What it takes or what I try

Doesn’t have to reward reply

For the love I give and apply

Comes back to me as time whisks bye

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When Im around you I feel,

I feel I’ve been dipped into a vat

Of love

Surrounded, saturated, drowning

In Love

Not just the emotions, but like a blanket has wrapped itself around me and I was inside it,

In love

You surrounded me when you’re near

Your eyes consume me

And when I get closer to you

I get a soft sensation that

Tickles my skin like a million

Feathers were slowly floating down

My naked body.

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There is always one of those friends

You know the one, the beautiful people

The eyes that capture a rooms attention

The person everyone knows if you mention

Yes, the eyes are innocent and dreaming

The lips are luscious and gleaming

The skin as soft as a baby’s bottom

More memorable than a Paris street in Autumn

Yes, you know these people maybe your one of them

Like a picture out of a fashion magazine

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J’aime le monde

Parceque tu se leves en le monde

J’aime afrique

Parceque tu se leves en afrique

J’aime toi

Parceque tu se leves en moi

Mais madame sil tu plait

Ne nettoy pas te pieds en moi

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