Belief and Love

So I haven't blogged in awhile so I figured I needed to post something, so here are some of these lyrics I've been working on for my band, I'm not going to say to much more about them, but I hope you guys read them and enjoy, thanks.

Belief and Love


I see a girl
She's a world I haven't seen yet
Wake from this mold
My feet won't drop in the deepness
The depth of my mind
These wall cannot hide
The test of time
Burn it out in overdrive
So many words
So many numbers
Encouragement
Disregarded by thunder
We look for shake
We don't wait for a sound
We look for change
And we're finding out how
This wind will blow in the same direction
But until we fix ourselves
The wind will never take a break from
Blowing our lives miles apart
Making the stars further light years apart
A little boy flies into the blue skies
On the train tracks she ended her life
Without leaving a reason to why
So hope won't fail
Yet darkness won't bring day light
Tell you grab my hand
Doesn't mean things wont be the same
Belief is the message
Belief is the dreaming
If I love you
Would you love me back
If hate was true would you love me back
If I fought for you would you love me back
Down to your last breath would you love me back...

The Finding

Growth
The expansion from musician to artist
No one really knows what it takes
Thoughts of being stuck in pre-madonna
Quotes
The words from the mouths of others
Trying to confide in my own thoughts
Yet they seem to retain no colour
And I'm trying to find a new way
To metaphorically arrange
Organize my rationale on a simply complicated life
Because of pride in respect of my manhood
Refusing to wear my heart on a sleeve
On which everyday detaches itself to exemplify a new shirt a new feeling
Dressing the way you feel, I want to remain undetected
Phones calles received from day to day, emails and text messages
I want a new number to escape folks placing upon me a new pressure
But the new fad has become to speak on how you feel
After that's done, what's left to say to the one in who you feel something real
Somedays its really like this is going to work
Creating scenarios in environments, formulating like the flight of birds
Thoughts of the obscure
Conjugating a language in which is immensely the worth of dirt
Yet someone is going to seek the relief in someone who feels the same
And confides in what I find to be incomplete
Trying to find a back-wall to unleash my stress to
After so much build up the toll has me feeling completely out of loop
Completely out of sync, falling forever in this dream
The only scary thing is leading my self into a person
In whom I am not meant to be

Untitled Thoughts

When does it all get any better
Not that I'm complaining
But there's always a different direction to be stretched
Sketched and engraved by undying breed
Of a new me that wants to be better
Better is the enemy of the greater good
Yet I'm in search for a new quest
A quest leaving me in the flow of trying to be better than the best
Just to sit on top of a stress constantly digesting
The food for my thoughts leaving it all feeling complacent
One day I'll see it for all its mayhem
And all of these words will be reminiscent
Of coming form nothing to something
Like Jacob I climb that ladder
In which seemingly goes on forever
But forever is to infinity
Traveling from the negative to positive direction
Can't help but second guess it
But should I ever question it
So i'm building up a fortress
Leaving me without a homeland
Leaving me without the hope of
Leaving me to drown in my own love
Cause self pity can never be destructed
And her looks leave me disgusted
That such a beauty has to be mistrusted
Never to gain a new percentage
Never gaining any profits
But along always comes another princess
But am I a prince with a charm
Or an exception who is charming
I am no where near a king
That's a level that I don't want
I just wanna be a happy man
I just want a happy wife
I just want some happy kids
I just want a happy life
But happy sometimes comes at someone else's misfortune
A fortune is what I want, but wealth is the true fortune
So do I pick the girl who loves me
Or do I pick the girl who's greedy
Why can't I create a girl who is specifically designed for me
These are reasons I'm not God
I'm just his humble servant
But I always pray to God
To send that beauty that's a sweet as nice was
But the rain will always poor
But with the blessings come the storms
And this is the weight holding up my castle
Cause from this fairytale I awaken no longer a monster.

Syncopated Gravity

If home is where the heart is
If the sun wasn't a star
If 1,000 miles was just a brief walk
If pirates never sailed
If man never stepped on the moon
If answers were actually questions
If water was just diluted land
If salt were just fresh dirt
If love was a constant heart beat
If space was on earth
If
If
If
If the list could go on
If the myth would live on
If the filth ever was cleaned
Then by George
Martin would have never dreamed
No mother would have a song to sing
And no father could teach his son what is it to be
And the moon wouldn't be as gray as it seems
The day would no longer go by to fast
The night would forever last
Heart break would not exist
The irrelevance
Of the benevolent
The mind is all but delicate
Creativity has a resonance
The love for her
Prowls in every broken step
Time is the key
That can never be kept
Fate is the belief
Prior to a beginning
An unknown secret that
We find in our hearts to be inept.

199 Miles

For all of the trouble I give
There's enough mess ups to not win
You're sleeping and tossing from time to time
My insomnia gets worse from night to night
I really try to treat you right
I really try to learn how to love
Sometimes it seems like you're going to give up
Never once have I felt like your the one made for me
And never once have I felt an emotion stronger for you, there's not much empathy
Yet you grow on me like moss on a tree
Your starting to run like a vine throughout the days
Seems like the more that I cut the more that you grow
I never think to leave, cause where I go you go
Your a typical girl, but you don't tolerate my nonsense
We act like we're together
But yet again we're still kids
There's always a lot to say but with you its never said
I haven't seen you in 4 weeks and i'm learning to miss
What seemed I thought I never had
The times your upset you seem to understand
Your try to figure me out, but you just can't
And as simple as this seems to me, to you, you'll over think
You'll probably want to cuss me out, but not because your angry
I let off as wanting to be left alone
But you're always lingering nearby
I know your one hundred and ninety-nine miles away
But i'll still be here for you when you decide to cry
Its the little things that mean the most in the end
Its the little things that annoy me yet you carry on and I can't win
One hundred and ninety-nine miles
That's the distance i've left to your heart
I may never give you mine, your just to not sure of anything, so we'll probably end up apart
As a boy I would've left by now
But I'm becoming a man and that just seems to work some how
It works, we're making the oddest thing work
I may just have to walk those one hundred and ninety-nine miles
Walk them just for the gift of seeing you smile.

Her is a word...

A name
Simply a title
A label
Given to a newborn child
To shape who they may be

A name is just a word
A word can go far
Words go far

I
Me
First person
You get it

There's always so many words said
There's always the few words that have yet to be said
There are the times when spoken too
There are the time when one should but doesn't speak

A car ride
A night drive
Reflecting on life
A driver
A passenger (or two)

Conversation
Laughs
Screams
Silence

We
People
Humans

The older you are
The more your grow
You grow closer to
Your grow away from
To and from people

Some care
Some don't care
Some love
Some hate

Some are there for life
Some are there for just seasons

But we're all still just people
People is who we are
People is a word
But so is he and she

But when her name is said
A million thoughts travel in the head
So those words learned

Love
Hate
Laugh
Care
Silence
Passenger

All we as people ever seek for is simply a passenger

A passenger
A companion
A friend
Best friend

Root of such is friend

I

I is a word
I is me
I love her
I hate her
I laugh with her
I care for her
I know silence with her
I don't have her as my passenger

Does it hurt
Do i feel
Is it real

Her a word
Her name is a word
Her name was said

A million flights of stairs my mind went up
My mind traveled when her name was said

She's not my passenger
She's not the same girl
She's not what I asked for
She's not my passenger

Her name
Her name is a word
Her name is the word i wondered if I needed to learn

Girl
Another word
A girl with a name I wish I had never heard
She ended up being THAT girl

And my words
My words are just words

Words that don't matter to her
Words that paint her
Words that simply don't mean

Simply don't have any relevance to her
After all
They are just words.

Unchanged

Nothing bleeds worse from the hand than ink
Nothing ever ceases even when the eye of the storm is aloft
And no matter how many times we see injustice
No matter how times we create injustice
We tear a nation, a culture, a society down wall by wall
Brick by brick, stick by stick
Words break the soul, while bones grow cold
It gets old, it gets complicated
The only simple thing in life is a thought
The only reason to ever try is to learn what it means to fall
Running from truth
Chasing after the life
Caught up between 6 strings
The mind flows from this keyboard attached to the heart
In the beginning, in the end
In the middle is what counts
The middle is when you float
The middle is when you fly
But the higher up in the sky
The lower you’ll stoop to dive
Frustrations let them go
Emotions let them flow
Danger is the only thing to know
But looking for the new
In search of something new
Trying to find you
Trying to be you
Trying to see you for you
It happens once, twice, three times and even a fourth
The cause for the cause
The blame for the shame
All that is done is done in vain
And yet it’s going to take the travel of planes and trains
To create a new name
To create a new face
And all you’ll ever find is the same you
A familiar face, unchanged.

Elevated Element

If I hit you with lyrical fire
How would you end the burning desire
With one phrase you could get lower
By one word you could get higher
Scratch the rules of how to write
Just live by the rules of this life
A character in a art form
Is the one who mixes water with fire
Care to elaborate
Yearn to negotiate
If your taken out of your element
Would you know what it is to gravitate
What is meant is more irrelevant
While 90 percent of the mind thinks of foolishness
And it is taught to believe in all the places you have never been
Pictures are what we live for
Pictures dictate how we live other people's lives
But if a picture literally spoke a thousand words
you would be scared out of your mind
I am currently defining a meaning
Looking for a new definition
My generation is pure chaos
Where ignorance is livid
And all we know are parties and clothes
We live our lives as if they're jokes
Our potential leaders keeps secrets dark like the night
But as a poetic philanthropist
Thats a fancy word to disclose what is whit
They flock to my people
Because they feed off of what we write
See its us artist that have the blessing
We see through the lack of people's guesses
They live for our constant words
Cause we're the brave ones who say what we see in our own lives
But wait a second still pay attention
Beyond the void there is a mission
But if you can't recognize it on your own
You are not prepared to take off for flight.

Everything

Everything I’m not, made me everything I am.
So what if I opened my line with a quote from what of the brightest?
So what if I end a line with a word that’s non-rhymin’?
As an artist sometimes I fear my capabilities,
Sometimes I get caught up in using similes.
How far can I go with creativity?
I go with her on journeys…
But if I revealed my best then that would just ruin me.
Pause.
I’ve always have a trick up my sleeve,
Always have had a circadian movement like the bees.
I always wanted to shine like a Benz, but’ I’ve yet to earn my keys.
Some days it’s like prep school asking the teacher “when can I leave?”.
This format is different not difficult ,
The font is not as bold as arial.
My reach can bring my audience close to me.
If I can’t be my self then who can I be?
No I wont take time to pay respects,
No I don’t rhyme to earn my checks,
No I haven’t had a burden as of yet,
Just read my words and yes my guitar has more of a catch.
So what’s next, this is my worst before my best.
Your mind soars higher than planes when reading into the words I connect,
I’m done now I apologize for my nonsense.
Can’t think of a punch line, so good night is how I’m ending this.

What is?

On top of the world
On top of strife
On top of pain
On top of the knife
It feels like life is never hard enough
It feels like it never gets cold enough
Sitting on broken chairs
Chasing a forever dream
Nothing is assumably the right way its suppose to be
What is her name?
Who is that girl?
What going on with you?
The questions always tend to swirl
Living for appreciation
Chasing a demonstration
Can't seem to break the tension
Constantly looking for a way to become a reason
Breaking chains
Holding the grip
Dagger of life
Shaking brawls
Burned that bridge
Gas it all up
Tendencies that occur in the night.
Steady going down the road
And no one ever seems to come in sight
Steady breaking from this mold
Yet still infixed with perplexity
Whats the point
Whats the drive
Whats the focus
What's the reason to try?

Empty

Just a thought or a myth
Seen too much sky
A mean is to come down and live
A thought is conceived
Only afterthoughts are obliged
The exception to the rule
12 inches hollowed down
1 inch between a thumb and a seam
Creation of a weave
Invention of a mind
Drifting to the sun
But a heart frozen in ice
No need to think twice
The question is the answer
But the answer is the way you live life
No rules or exceptions
Can’t keep up with counting the blessings
What bothers the mind is in the dark
Never to be tampered with
Said she can’t stay here
Maybe she couldn’t see clear
She tested me with the time
Just to see my mind to be not of here
So aloft is the sailor
Sailing through a fine line
A fine understanding that just can’t come
No motive
No catching fake
All truth takes break
Battered down for the making of a great
Until the sky opens up
Until fate comes undone
World in a hand
Trigger finger only to know numb
Empty

Colours

This brief segment is two fragments of content and metaphors which are pieces of songs that I created in one day. Essentially they are themes, but dealing with current at the moment situations I had encountered. I just wrote the lines sporadically, the only art form presented is me, enjoy. Cheers.

Colours

I see a world full of colours
With black and white trees
Is that you and me
Are we those tress
As I look up to the sky
She smiles at me
Her radiant beams
She makes the wind blow red
Its the love out of sync
Do we ride around in life on a magic school bus
We’re burning exhaust
We count time as a loss
I can smell her a 1,000 miles away
Shown as a mix of pink and gold
Is she of dust or frost
Somehow this cold
Eats a way like the moth
Yellow is the out pouring of her soul
Mix the grits with the eggs
Make your own fairy tale
Life isn’t worth living in the word fail
Illuminating shades of gray
Sway in a pulsating rage
Window painting
But only in real life
Smile embedded in hind sight
Is this love this time?
Is this what love feels like?

One Day

Written by: Kristofer Ryan


One Day

“One day” she says, that was her way of ending war
She looks at me worse off than the mind could fathom at this point
Told me she’s addicted to shrooms and even more to me
Told me the death of her was this hallucinogen and her love that had no ending
She said the one thing she couldn’t get was figuring out me
She tried to put herself in my shoes; she wanted to know how I think
Was it belief, was it grief, or was I really just me
Whatever it was led her to never seem to get enough of me
Every time she closed her eyes lightning flew galaxies by
Every time she opened her eyes the floor was rolling
But these hallucinations never answered why
She put down the drugs before they drug her to the grave
And picked up a book and read every page
From then on everything she could find she read
From that point on knowledge had a hold over this Lioness
To put it in her words, to create it in her dreams, she knows
That cobble stone roads weaken the heels and collapse the knees
So to this state of crawling we all return to at some point
The cycle of life ends like it begins, back on all “fours”
Born babes, lived as slaves, dying free men who had breathed
One thing is certain and contains no flaw nor void
The same as entering and leaving, to be birthed and deceased
They both contain only the careless knowing of joy and peace.

Communication

Written by : Kristofer Ryan

Communication

If you tell me to go I’m going to go
If you tell me to leave, I’m going to leave
If you want me to stay, then speak those words too
This miscommunication has got to stop
I can’t read your mind, just tell me how you feel
A child cannot know how to speak unless spoken too
I know that I don’t always tell you
I know I don’t always express myself
But we understand each other
It’s nothing more and it’s nothing less
I don’t need anyone else but you
I don’t need anything else but you
What I need is for you to remain here
What you need is for me to whisper these words in your ears,
I’m head over hills I’ve leapt forward and haven’t looked back
I see the beauty beyond your tears
I know your stare when I eliminate all of your fears
You’re my little miss sunshine
You’re my energy when the sun won’t shine
But yet all of these expressive words I keep to myself
You sit right beside me everyday
You say my name and it feels like I’m beyond space
I hear your laugh and I’m done for your smile
I’ll be your man, I’ll show you how
Show you the things in this world we don’t need
All I need is God and He is all you need
If I keep my mind on Him then apart we’ll never be
We’ll become so tangled up together
And straightened up when need be
I know you’re afraid and I know you’re scared
Just don’t chase the pavement
Or in fear your mind will continue to dwell

Cycle of the Compass Rose

By: Kristofer Ryan (01/20/10)

Cycle of the Compass Rose

Empty phone calls and empty hearts
Bitter blank pages and questions left in the dark
I’ve searched for answers, but the boot just won’t fit
Deer in the head lights, am I really prepared?
I can’t start running, when I’m not scared
This fear can’t kill me yet, if her love will
Buried heads in nonsense above the nose
Smelling familiarities which have never arose
And she still waits for the man to be tame
Will she be waiting when he comes home again?
Handless hearts, where fingers should meet
Bottled messages are stranded at sea
Alluding the sky to your unfamiliar woes
This cycle we’re in is a broken compass rose

The Flight Of Life

Written by: Kristofer Ryan
Date: 01/17/10

The Flight OF Life


Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
I’ve been there, I’m there, I will be there
Past, Present, Future
Saw her then, see her now, will see her soon
Some things never seem to end
Sometimes we argue and love to pretend
Some days its feels like you fly
In her eyes you don’t feel life flash by
The element, the substance, the growth
What is simple is made complicated
When complicated is really just chaotic simplicity
We do, we say, we think
Maybe we should think, do and then say
From day to day all we say is maybe
All we say are words
We speak these words
But they are nothing more
Than just empty compromises
Bottled up promises
And pistons churning combustible engines
In which we drive straight into the ground
And then question our entire existence
When we have the look of an upside-down smile
How long do we fake this?
How much is too much?
How little is too little?
We want things to be luke-warm
But maybe we need to feel a little fire
Is it fire that we truly desire?
What is driving our hearts to feel a need?
Fleeing to the sky like fleets on warfare
Training to live a life that is doomed to die
Withering like a flower before the maturity of its life
Is this what we perceive on what we are to write in our hearts?
Is this a disease? This lack of hope
This lack of patience, This lack of faithfulness.
We don’t trust one another, but what is trust?
You say you’re not loved, but how are you to be loved?
A bundle of joy is the heart of life
There is no need to question when everything is right
But until we stop living each others lives
We will never know what it means to treat everyone right
We must cherish the past, present and future times
We have to make amends with our own lives.

The Knot

Written: 01/13/10
By: Kristofer Ryan


The Knot


Why?
That’s the first question that comes to her mind
She’s peeking through the blinds waiting on my car to arrive.
Words heavy on her chest and so are my eyes
She wants me to focus and talk to her connecting eye to eye
I don’t see the big deal, but if I don’t it’ll probably be a fight
Ask about her day and what are we doing tonight
She goes around the world to tell me her new problem
I’m timing how long this will take between the seconds when I’m yawning
She says thanks for taking the time to listen
I didn’t hear a word she said, but looks must be convincing
It’s another day and we spend time as well as my money
She doesn’t seem to mind, she doesn’t think about my budget
I look to the sky saying thanks to the man above
And she stares into my soul, happy that I’m keeping her in love
For every corner we walk is another girl giving me that look
For every look they give, the deeper I’m attached to her hook.
Sun shining, gentle breeze, I can live like this with ease
Just to replay the entire situation
I don’t know what it is
It feels like an every day vacation.
So how happy will I be?
I never seem to wonder
How long will we be happy together?
I dismiss the question of ever finding another.
Content?
I’m better off than that word means
Love ?
It’s not as bad as they make it out to be
Forever?
It’s been this long, so why not?
I tell a and joke and she laughs
I can do this all day, no need to watch the clock.
Patience?
She works my nerves but it’s good for me
Time is created in beauty
Her good looks always feel new to me.
But the underlying thought is to always keep her guessing,
The more sporadic I get then the more she giggles and can’t help it.
The more she falls and falls is the longer the rope gets
Once it gets long enough the rope is burnt on the ends
It then twists and turns until it ends in a knot.
The same knot the groom feels when his former life is about to be forgot,
The same knot that makes her think she’s to fat in her dress,
And the same knot that gets tied, well that’s for you to find out the rest…

60 Seconds

So a couple of times a day, I just take 60 seconds and rhyme whatever comes to my mind and its kind of a technique for getting better and its usually talking about nothing serious, but the point is to rhyme and make sense so here goes nothing, hope you enjoy it. Cheers.


Motive, Motivation
What’s the situation?
Spoken clear word
How must I sedate this?
Playing with words, like you play with your life
Playing with a sword and juggling knives.
I’m feeling good but could be better
Best comes tomorrow
Love joy and sorrow
Sorrow doesn’t fit
Drop the topic like sianara
Sinatra, frankly thoughts move with feet
Feet move with hands
Like dogs go with Frisbee
Analogies aren’t apologies
So sorry chief
What was once your trash,
Is now taken like a thief
Burn it in the oven and cool it with the sea
I’m obsessed with water hope it doesn’t bury me
60 seconds from my head is what produced this thing
60 seconds up and gone maybe rhyming isn’t my thing

Words From Pieces Of Art

(I wrote this one back in early November 2009 it was for one of my classes and I had to write it off of two pieces of graffiti art. Hope you like it.)
Words From Pieces Of Art


“WHO RU2 DAY”/ is this who you really want to be/ Are you who you really want to be/ Will you treat your today as if it were just yesterday

Does it matter who they are/ is what they say of any importance/ Are you defined by definition/ were you created by man

This is your life/ this is your gift/ a curse is not to be heard of/ a secret is not to be thought of

“THE WILL IS LOST IN SPACE”/ why does the drive of the human fade away/ why are the urges filled with crack cocaine

Optical Allusions we read in books/ subliminal portraits we over look, if space is where our mind dwells/ then in faith is where our minds fails

Do we just lose things/ Do we just misplace our minds/ mother said I would leave my head home if it weren’t connected to me by skin and bones

Is hope ever lost/ is hope every truly realized/ If we don’t know who we are/ then today our will cannot override the path to this life.

I liked her, I like her

By: Kristofer Ryan
(I wrote this one earlier today, so I figured why not post it.)

I liked the way she smelled
I liked the way her jeans fit around her not so large butt
I liked the way her hair curled, she rather it not
I liked the way she talked and talked and never repeated anything more than once
I liked the way she was self conscious but was always blunt
I liked the way she saw me, just as weird as her
I liked the way she picked up on things, took sometime but things worked
I liked the way we were the same but I the boy and she the girl
I liked how she rocked her skinny jeans and how she pronounced her words
I liked the way, I liked the way
I still want to like the way
She distances herself afraid of pain
Caused no harm, he’s to blame
She’s tossing and losing her mind in the dark
She calls when she wants to call
She text when she wants to text
She could have been the next
I liked her more than the rest
For the first time in years, I found what I wanted
I found what I had feared, but still she was what I wanted
But was I what she wanted, am I what she wants
Theses other girls just aren’t there
They don’t have that bounce to their hair
They don’t have the breath taking stare
There not the same at all
I was told to never settle for less
And I don’t know if she’ll ever re-confess
Her interest, her like, her love
The way she tells the truth into my eyes
I liked her, I like her
I don’t know if she’s a want or need
But I’d sail this world seven times
If that’s what it takes for her to be with me