The Orchard of Unity
The old man walked deep into his orchard,
With his son and grandson,
It was a family ritual that occurred,
Through every generation from fathers to sons,
They carried with them a developing peach tree,
That signified the birth and growth of the child,
For each boy in their family was given this immortality,
So that after death they could provide for their family,
Quietly they sauntered down a path surrounded by
Memories of past time and the completion of offerings from fathers to sons
Where Grandfather stopped to rest at his withered old tree where you could see
There was a passage finely carved from the old man to a certain lady which read:
In this orchard we meet to find a love so sweet
Well away from the city so our hearts can be free
In these surrounding trees we will be in Unity,
Continuously living happily – Forever just you and me
The old man gazed at the distant passion where he closed his eyes with affection,
And proclaimed:
It was noon like this day, but the sun began to fade away, where in the autumn’s dimming rays a beautiful girl meandered happy and gay,
Her innocence stole my voice away so that I didn’t know what to say
As her stare bore through my soul with compassion and care,
And she murmured to me, “Has life been fair?”
I replied with conviction, “Only if I can have your devotion to love
For you dance like a butterfly lifting my heart higher above
She looked at me and her emotions climaxed as I kissed her cheek and whispered facts
Of life, love, and ecstasy, of commitment
And from my words flowed an arrangement
Of oaths of time’s sensuous phrases as they where overpowered by long unifying gazes,
And this moment together soon stretched into years,
Where together we faced all of life’s different fears
And soon she bore a child which was truly a mirror
Of the care the two lovers had developed and shared,
We were married the night of God’s contribution
Of a baby boy who could see his parents holy union
And the boy modeled their love, emotions, and strife, and soon found a loving wife
Where together they too brought forth a life.
Now this brings us to you my boy, a splitting image of the real McCoy
And now we must do what we came here for, what we’ve done with all sons before,
One’s offering of life’s gift in the shape of a tree,
Where the same will happen for you when you have a baby.
The curious boy looked up and asked “Where will we be beginning this task,
The planting of the tree that reflects the past
And defines how long life truly lasts
The father looked deep into his eyes and said with an abundance of pride,
“My boy it is were we now stand for someday this will be your land,
So together as the three found the sapling’s plot and host,
They blessed it to be shined on by the father, son, and holy ghost,
To gaze at it peacefully and admire,
The fulfillment of another son’s accomplished desires.
By Ryan Anthony Gibson, May 18th 1995
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Can you feel the tension
And confusion
Because someone is telling lies,
Maybe they are hiding
It’s something in their eyes
But they’re looking at you
Because they want to, painfully,
And you do not understand why,
Why they can’t tell you,
Or what they can’t do,
And all you need is a reply
As your breathes get quicker
And tears thicker
As you both begin to cry
This hollow sobbing
And whimpering
Lets you know it won’t blow by,
Knowing it could be over,
And forever,
Without anymore ties.
Orchestra of the Sea
On the shore I could see,
The beautiful debris
That chattered pleasantly
In the waves of the sea
As if they were scattered
Across the land
Some were tattered
And grinded into sand
Although others shined
In the bright noon sun
Here I could find
The most beautiful one
A pearly pink shell
That I put in my palm
Its beauty made my heart swell
And the world seemed calm
Its beauty reminded me of
A petit little old lady
That truly loved, provoked memory
Who sang to me as a baby
She used to sing
To me when night came near
And to my ear I put the pearly thing
And the music again I did hear
Soft whispering Lula bye
That soothed a baby’s cry
Trapped in this shell
Where in my pocket it fell,
For now the songs will never cease,
Hidden away were the memories of peace,
Pour toujour j’ecouterai,
With me she will be for the rest of my days.
To Eva Tekeres 1996
My feelings are unavoidable,
Like darkness is when there is no light,
Its there as an ethereal connection to my life,
These feelings are so obvious to me,
When I close my eyes and look into the darkness,
And the feelings, the images, the emotion,
Pours out, and then I see your face,
And nothing else exists except you
I scour my mind through the blackness without you but
I keep coming back to you,
Because all I want is you,
If I didn’t my life would be doomed to wallow
In shades of the past and dreams that disappear into
The darkness, like the world does when you’ve stared,
At a beautiful beaming light for so long,
And to look away is to see nothing, to turn off.
If I have done something wrong it is because I was keeping the light on within you for me,
I need your light to fill me with love,
But if I can’t see the light,
At least let me know it hasn’t disappeared into the darkness
For my life is grimly potent and potent grimly
For existing in a blind abyss is non existence,
Without your brown hair and silky hands to hold me from falling.
My love for her, February 19th 1995 12:00 am
My love for her,
Cannot be discussed,
In words but only,
In my deepest thoughts,
Where someday we’ll journey,
Together in reality,
As did the true love,
Of the Renaissance.
By Ryan Anthony Gibson
Memorable Diary Entry
I’ve waited long to hear my love to tell me that she loves me, and last night as 12:30 midnight January 29th 1995, Sabrina Hunter said to me “I love you.”
How love twists you inside out and springs such beautiful clothing from ones closet.
The felling of losing someone you love dives deep into your heart and her power pulls tears from my abyss of youthful manliness, and I truly fear that if she were to hurt me I would die of starvation from the scarcity of love and affection that I so with to consume.
Sabrina is the most important part of my life right now, she is exactly who I dreamed of meeting, she’s affectionate, lovely, and tries hard not to control me too much. No matter what I’ll love her forever, if I shall never love another.
Guardian of sword = I am
Mental Clarity + goodwill in friendship
Red rose= flowering of humanity
Humility, confidence, a heart of gold, and noble intentions
Suicide King
Would you believe me
if I told you what I know,
The you could see
The hand that pulls the bow
Yes I did tell him,
That fate would make him king,
But it’s up to them,
To accept that which life will bring,
So listen carefully,
Only fools do not know what they are told,
Life is a kingdom,
Full of bastards that think they are gold,
But in my eyes,
There are no immortals,
For ones beginning
Marks the end of another’s soul,
And I will be chanting,
Death to all yee foes,
And all of thee who know,
The world is not fair but foul,
And foul seems fair until you fall,
A rising kind who cannot stand tall
A hanged man, peasant, or king,
All in one, fate does the murdering,
To have the power,
Is to know that you are right,
But to fall from the tower,
Shine all doubts bloody bright,
So wash your hands off,
After you eat the meat
And if dinner wasn’t enough,
Kill another for a kings feast,
For to get ahead is to fall behind,
To stay behind, is to be benign,
So jump you forward instead,
With surety to lose your head,
Can’t you see now,
What my harvest will sow,
Burying all your friends and foe,
Who in the world would ever know.
Written By Ryan Anthony Gibson March 1996, based on Macbeth
To Touch Your Face
If I could with my fingers touch an angels face,
To look deep into her eyes framed by long lashes,
One moment of divine and perfect grace,
As earthly mortals hand with godly beauty clashes.
By Ryan Anthony Gibson
What began some would say was nothing, but it was origin,
Cosmic chemicals, forces, and thoughts that still spin,
A being, a thought, a god, a name all of the same,
For the great happening, revelation that came,
Origin of all origins, no words, no gravity, one law,
To float, collide, attract, and spin, the universal awe,
The source of all will, for there was no will to do anything,
And I believe that to be a great will to you I bring,
Such importance on the will to do something, to will,
But the very purpose of thought this does eventually kill,
For we create, become complex, engrossed in technology,
So young are we to think these are the answers, my apology,
And what gravity that weighs down on us from words,
Commissioners’ of words, cattle our minds like herds,
Government, Religion, Law, words of intelligent and absurd,
Or secret cultures, storing secrets, waiting for the third,
All this thought whereby they evolve in the wrong direction,
For it comes back to the origin, no thought, the correction.
And for this I throw down with words, and with you,
Expand your mind to the point of nothing, origin…true.
I misstate however that anyone could go in the wrong way,
Because infinity is where we perpetually all go some day.
By Ryan Anthony Gibson
