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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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.

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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

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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

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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

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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.

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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.

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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

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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

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