Who is Ryan Anthony Gibson to you? By Ryan Anthony Gibson
Can you feel the softness of my words and my heart speaking too?
Have you no compassion or understanding that nothing is real,
No fact that you can derive could ever describe my meaning to you,
A soul so willing to love you beyond the surface or thoughts you wheel,
I bow down to your efforts to convince yourself not,
To hold up your silver pistol of authority and take a shot,
But I am not a petty cowboy or you a kangaroo,
Where some hold court with your fears in hand and not the true,
At least I know you will hear me out and feel the words I share,
Although one may make an example, I will make you care.
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Off or On the Shelf – By Ryan Anthony Gibson
What do we say, if we don’t look both ways,
All we have is not much but ourselves,
On occasion we have each other, like shelves,
To store matter on until we take it away,
A book I wrote with you, the ending does change
Stretching love and the future out of range
The sound of the cars underway,
off the bridge between the city and the highway
Head out and see where it goes I suppose,
Within the City the bustle and the blows,
I need to wrap myself up and wipe my bloody nose,
Break myself off from the murder of crows,
And decide whether I take my book with me,
Or leave it on the shelf to write in someday solemnly,
Life charges you like airlines for extra weight,
The baggage I have to ask do I need the freight,
Or do I just leave it behind, can I,
Or should I carry our book around and why,
Give me a good reason, give me one,
Or is this book done and can never be undone.
Once there was an interesting man who was more like a boy,
They say he’d been to all points in the world searching for his joy,
For Joy was the first girl he ever knew so was told the story,
That he kissed once off the cost of PEI under an old dory.
And so he went with love unspent traveling on his way,
Looking for this missing Joy in hopes to know her another day.
I decided to pray to you today, and you answered back, it felt so nice to be able to write again,
And to hear your heart pounding in the rhythm of my words, let out the welled up pain,
Just Love. I prayed to you to ask them to forgive me, to stop pursuing, so end their game,
To come up with a greater and more bolder purpose, a noble place to take aim,
And so I wait for them to hear my prayers, but I know you have, all the same,
Just happy to write again, and you answered all prayers murmured that I did name,
By simply giving me the power to clear my own self,
A great power than can be measured by court or wealth.
Ryan Anthony Gibson
To embark upon such things that for once you feel alive,
Past the tyranny of commissions, courts, and Government opportunists,
But to find in some way a noble pilgrimage based on love, a true drive,
Gone are poets who write or live, brow-beaten by journalists,
Confound to the words that they have lost appreciation for and meaning,
I come to understand the idea of terror and the war against it, cleaning
And with appreciation and love I embrace the terror,
As one would expect from any person looking in the mirror,
The time has come for a massive event of good intention,
An explosion of sorts, of love, poetry, change, honourable mention,
So far away from the stifling bureaucrats begging for extinction,
For my world has exploded into many pieces I must mention,
A world I didn’t even know was mine until the vast lack thereof love,
By her, by them, by many, waiting with the dagger above,
To drop the knife on he who had not guessed or known his fate,
Unaware of his impending massive explosion of love and a date,
That it all began, this day, the day we call the paradigm shift,
A clean slate for all those who act out of love and act swift,
For if you drop clean meat into the earth it becomes dirty,
Effort to clean something, to love, an action that is worthy.
So here I find myself asking you to love me not attack,
Forgive, embrace, care for me and I will love you back.
By Ryan Anthony Gibson
could you smile a little smile for me because I have been thinking about u….
and I will be thinking about u…
always have someone thinking about u
in every moment there is always someone thinking about u
and so I am thinking about u.
I have been gone too long, don’t shake me away, don’t bend so that we will break, find me somewhere between our dreams with the sun on my face, as I will still feel your warmth, but for now I rather be asleep and wake us up like there was no yesterday only tomorrow without the sorrow…. always tomorrow without the sorrow.
By Ryan Anthony Gibson
crack the oysters, the chocolate wrappers, port and gentleman jack,
sweet smells of carmel and your enchanting perfume,
no reason to look behind or ever look back,
for only us we need to attend and consume.
lavendar oils that chase the pains up and down the body,
with the melting hands and touch like a sweet melody
so that we could be too foggy for days to listen to what they are saying
so we can slow down and make no sense of the crooked praying,
and just make love all over the kitchen floor,
oh don’t you know I am coming back knocking on your door,
with a cloth to wipe away all your tears,
and take you away from all your fears,
like the twing of the right tune on a guitar,
the next strings played makes us who we are,
and I can’t lie that I have been keeping score,
and know that I am ready for more!
By Ryan Gibson August 21st 2009
I dream of you, you know,
Us on a river, on a kayak, slow
Passing by somewhere we flow
Talking of little things as we go,
Like work, likes, dislikes, change,
As we paddle by the mountain range,
I awake to find us with paddles in hand,
And the mountains still part of the land
But apart we are with no common boat to command,
Where the thought of being together is too grand.
But when I enter sleep, I dream of you, you know,
And we make it happily in moments I borrow,
For I have to give them back when I awake,
There is no place for the past in the future we take.
Once dreamt lying in a rose-bed
Once dreamt lying in a rose-bed of an amazing collection of kinds,
Under a fully eclipsing moon, where for a moment I saw some futures,
Saw her brown curls and brown eyes, love sees and love finds,
Nor does it forget the acts of its charmed passionate creatures,
For a moment when darkness was at its coveted peak,
Between the worlds of the Opaque, hide and seek,
See the moments we will spend and spent,
Oracle spoken, message sent.
Ryan Gibson
