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
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
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
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
Sunday, January 17, 2010
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.
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.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
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…
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
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
Monday, January 11, 2010
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.
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.
Friday, January 8, 2010
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
(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
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