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Nature is beautiful and passionate,

Giving and sincere,

Nurturing to her children,

Loving to our neighbour,

Gives even to the greedy who need,

You are the most natural part of my life,

I want to be your Sun,

That shines down onto you,

Nourishes you,

Feel my passion and heat,

My love beaming,

Fated to only love one side at a time,

A factual and natural crime.

By Ryan Anthony Gibson

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With every touch I still couldn’t show,

As I tickle your skin with affection,

I kiss your lips with passion,

But still its not enough for perfection.

Nothing I could do would persuade you,

Perfumes sweet smells,

Love given to you as a bottomless well,

But this would not compel

What could be done for you,

How can my actions persue

How could I put my love in view

How can I make these emoptions continue

I trully want to never stop loving you,

Help me love you, feel my love.

By Ryan Anthony Gibson

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A child’s eyes watch the gliding kite,

Intrigued they stare as it begins to rise,

Higher, higher, higher, into flight,

The strings pull harder and fight,

As the wind grows stronger in the open skies.

The wings tremble in the turbulent might,

The enfants body tilts backwards to equalize,

The invisible force taking, taking the kite,

As the chord comes to an end so tight,

Grip loosens as the wind prys,

The young pilot screeches in frustrated fright,

Losing no matter what the navigator tries,

A monster wins the tug-a-war plight,

Stealing away the youth’s very own right,

To have control of strings where he flies.

By Ryan Anthony Gibson

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His rich dark skin illuminated with love

While he smiled to the world at his feet

Rising our hearts high above

Some say he’s a God of actors

But he says he’s just a man

Who changed the broken ways

To equal humans,

Sincere he is,

Passionate he is,

Truthful, bold, and proud,

With words from the clouds,

Descend a lightening flash,

A sweet motivating revelation,

To make our faces all one,

Acceptance of all generations.

The colorful shooting star,

True color spectra,

Past false perceptions,

Amen faithful flower,

In his shadow we grow,

Just a man,

As we are all just people.

By Ryan Anthony Gibson

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I can not describe how much I love you,

More than the world has trees,

More than all the water in the seas,

More than you could love me.

No words could describe how I do…

Its the look in your eyes

The light, soft, beautiful sighs,

Your love leaves me mesmorized.

No actions could show it to,

For I could give the world to you twice

I would give you everything nice

But would anything ever suffice

Maybe it’s enough to say I love you.

By

Ryan Anthony Gibson

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Everyone. I am the voice of your heart and the window to your mind. Listen to me and you will hear your trueself. What has to be said must be said, absorb it into your subconsious, into the mind. The world offers dominion to all, the world offers what it has to give, you can not take what isn’t there, so there is no need for domination. Life may have its controls, but all controls can be used to help you achieve your own self peace. When you achieve your own personal tranquility of the mind, there will be no need for controls. If you allow the rest of the world to control your thoughts you are not equal you are dominated. How can you create equality, dominion, love and happiness in a world that will not let you release emotions. One can look into themselves and find the answers to what they seek and what the world has to offer. If you can not ask of yourself, than you have no control of your life, no understanding of what you can be. Together in unity, dominion can be achieved, if one uses their advantages to benefit others. If one uses their advantages to benefit others, we share our benefits and will reach the success of total equality of the mind. In contrast, to mental equality is physical. The physical states is a superficial states, in which the true self, the mind, uses as a host. Our physicical appearence does not help ourselves, it’s the belief in ourselves and others that is the key to be what we want to be. We can not be what we want to be if our mental state is scrambeled by others needs or beliefs. We must use our own beliefs and rise together, ensuring tranquility and “dominion for all.” It is time to open the mind and for the first time in your life make a decision, the decision to believe and trust yourself and your surroundings. Take away your mental controls and let your spirit run free. Now I shall leave but it is up to you to be yourself. If you can not be yourself than you are living dead and your mind is your prison. Release and accept and with that you shall have the ability to do what is in yourself to be. Free will.

By Ryan Anthony Gibson

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My only hope is to preserve you in my thought

For no novel or poem could depict the beauty caught

To look deep into rings of big brown iris

To dance with you in beautiful Buenos Aires

Your honey breath still infects my nose

From your kiss my cheek brightly glows

Your presence in Africa has made my stay worthwhile

Your singers silver tongue has caused my eternal smile.

By Ryan Anthony Gibson

Note attached to the poem:

My silence was due to my awe of what a wonderful person you are, it left me in a state of mind where I couldn’t think, I was useless for days after you left, for I had been swept off my feet, by a tempest of such amazing sound and beauty. Thank you for letting me experience your celestial tunes and ever essence.

*A chance to dream, to feel romantic pain, one could say the tragedy was our lack of time, but you have never left my mind.

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Come, come with me

To a far, far better place

Tulips bring ecstacy

Lust expanded is grace

In the dark city

Flower’s bed, they sow

Sins good and dirty

Sickly they bow

Roots whithering and dry

For they don’t know

All these bed’s do die

Put their needs aside

Protection, money, love

The casual suicide

Do we have enough?

Ryan Anthony Gibson, South Africa March 10th 1998

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Crawling through the midnight,

Howling pierces ear,

Eyes in the moonlight,

Wires everywhere,

Prawling through the shadows,

Murmers from afar,

Dashing through the homelands

Home is still quite far

A screach owl dives towards me,

Death is in her claws,

Attacker that lurks above,

One could now forsee,

How dead I truly was

Men forget morals

We mate without a cause

Soon to be crushed

These mortal flaws

No one to protect us

The world is at loss

By Ryan Athony Gibson 1994

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Darkended Breath

Calling in the darkness was the voice,

Crying and a young child’s scream

From the idle thought we see

The city torn and crumbled

The foggy eyes of dead infants

Slew carelessly on the streets

Then we watch a simple particle

Floating through the air

Towards the blackened faces of despair

Where planes fell from the sky

The faces just before death

An A-bomb blast

Wheezing out a diseased last breath

Whirling hurricane passes through the mind

Images to radical to be a dream

An epiphany, although ambigious

Of the end of the world

Chest tightens and lungs vacant

The need to cry, the fear

Where our body shivers

In the chill of knowing

By Ryan Anthony Gibson, 1997, Published in the Anthology of North American Poets

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