Well when I was a young boy I lived the city life
All was lights and dance and just living without wife
Drinking ‘til the morning sun and maybe straight ‘til noon
Not thinking anything might change anytime too soon.
One night I met such pretty girl, beautiful brown eyes,
My lips did move her soul with such wonderfully good lies,
In moment our hearts where tied under harvest moon,
I found myself thinking that change is coming soon.
Captured in a cosmic catastrophic fate of love,
I find myself praying to some higher thought above,
I ask them to listen for I am lost in this world,
When my life is changing for affection of a girl
Oh, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, here we go
Oh, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, here we go
Oh, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, here we go
Oh, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, here we go
Am I but an Icarus who flys too close and falls,
Could i be a Shakespeare admiring faults and all,
I’m not Casanova cuz I thought that she’s the one,
And somewhere deep inside I still think I should’ve run,
It had the signs of destiny that lands at your feet
Death may knock three times but life is a heart beat
Now half my life is gone which started with some kiss
But I live by carpe diem thrown headlong into abyss
Oh it was so wonderful the moisture of her tongue,
Softer than bubble gum and the flavour lasts so long,
Could never stop myself as eyes flickered in the light
I think it was worth half life, and another half tonight,
Oh, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, here we go
Oh, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, here we go
Oh, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, here we go
Oh, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, here we go
The Mighty doesn’t know but when starting to get old,
We start to think of past life and the soul that we sold,
Spring, summer, fall, and winter is all we have for change,
All those old outrageous things start to be so strange
For if a song is playing, we may go have a dance
But it is more like mountain music not raver trance,
Once love was in a heart beat, now keeps us alive
Afraid of affection, a lost beat life does deprive
Just when things don’t change, I feel naked body truth,
Something deep inside me reminds me of my youth,
If it was only one beat, but eight, nine, and ten,
A climatic count down of a good bloody end
Oh, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, here we go
Oh, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, here we go
Oh, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, here we go
Oh, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, here I go.
The End!
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I suppose you know already what I am about to say,
At least someway you can feel my thoughts,
Especially the ones that will comfort you,
In my eyes and warmth and infra vibrations,
Feeling through your feet my voice speaking to you,
Like elephants communicating over 50 miles,
If you ever noticed thats why they’re full of smiles,
But no matter that its where I began this rant,
You know what I am going to say and can’t.
Not in words, not exactly, but in your presence,
Or in my thoughts, or sleep, it is an essence,
That travels through particles, matter or space,
That thought of love you broadcast on your face.
So I suppose, you know what I am going to say.
By Ryan Anthony Gibson to his friend Evash
How cold the winter has been to the bone,
Waring down to my intimate tone,
Wishing for warmth with your presence,
Or your touch and essence,
Either way frozen I may continue to be,
So must I warm with thoughts of you with me,
If mind is truly capable of surpassing matter,
I’ll walk through the mirror for it won’t shatter,
Light reflected off of objects does not tell the mind,
And from there is where I walk until you I find.
Where would I be without your voice, as it settles my soul,
I wish to massage you until you are warm from all my touch,
To stare in your eyes for hours until you well up with contentment,
Holding your petite body close to mine in the cold,
Watching the candle light flicker on the contours and curves,
Of the embodiment of peaceful love in the now,
Where actions become memories,
That last a lifetime.
You fix and mend the broken in the seam of what seems,
Not by trying but by being a human being,
The very source of what brings light to the candle,
Where in the spirit of the flame,
You give the oxygen that keeps me lit.
By Ryan Anthony Gibson written this morning.
Twinkle, twinkle little star,
From my heart you are not far,
From the dust does make me whole,
Carbon core like smouldering coal,
I ask of you where is she now,
And gloweth thee in my shadowed vow,
A breath of air and ions disperse,
Lifting mine lonely curse,
I cuddle thee not unproud,
No suffocation, a lover’s shroud,
But just to feel your presence on cue,
Quantum particles, probably, true,
And act I do, secure the nest,
As I place your hand on my chest,
And ask for you to feel the beat,
Rest your head and fall asleep,
This is the rhythm what feels right,
Movement makes a cheek go bright,
Feeling, hearing, pumping, us around,
Here is where your twinkle’s found.
I often ask myself when the last time I had a tear of joy was,
The last time I touched someone and all the hairs stood on end,
That my heart caused me to sigh for lack of breath,
And for the intensity of its beat.
“I can’t remember the last time I felt this good”
The words she said to me that I say to myself,
The very sound of her tone, reflecting on a moment
Passion, love, thoughtfulness, sensitivity.
I want to say I love you, but it is too soon,
I just look at your eyes and murmur “you, you, you”
And all I can think of is how happy “you” make me,
And how happy I want to make you.
Happiness I feel when you touch me,
Happiness you feel when I massage or touch you.
A feeling forgotten, or once private becomes public,
For a moment, in a moment, forever a part of us,
Like words written in stone, we come to look back upon,
When we want to feel happy but are alone,
Love, you, you, you…
By Ryan Anthony Gibson
A portion of my soul remains in pain for many reasons I can not explain,
Every day goes by wondering where you are and I can not complain,
Your ears are far and my eyes not good, so I look around in vain,
So I close my eyes and see your angel face in the sun so plain,
Recall my words, true so far, although seemingly insane,
I love you every moment of your life and beyond without refrain,
For the time’s been short if a moment in time we can contain,
For life to me, as I love so strong, on my heart I do strain,
As I walk away from the lonely place to lovers lane,
If love has a peak, than I suppose I am standing on its morraine.
The words in prayer that I say over and over in my romantic brain,
For the time to ask for ones hand for as long as I can in my soul again.
Poem 1
Settling this compassionate soul for less
In the tempest of silence idle
Placid Emotions in emptiness
No reason for a smile in this riddle
Patience on earth I hail
Hammer on my head the anvil be
Knowing what was once could fail
Note the tyrants for what they see
In the highest state of appeal
Causing distance between you and me,
Hidden truthes and lies reveal,
A victim who insists to not be free
Powerless choices made to date
Set this stage for a broken fate.
Poem 2
I wish to have the power
To cleave the air with my hand
And open our two worlds for an hour
Is this to high a power to command?
To watch you through a looking glass
Child that walks in infant happiness
All the greatness of creation in one fleshy mass
Who hums in humble blissfulness
Its not to great a command I think
No greater power than to keep her far
Chain that holds us by an innocent link
Shackling our world to an imploding star,
The power pulls her great lengths from here
Such lengths that have been taken to force my tear…
To Cala, April 16th 2005
Ryan Gibson
Blackhole Chance
No longer a mystery to me,
The blackhole is real I know
At first I could not see
The bright stars flash to this dim low
A part of my constellation
Chained to her in space and time
This an unfortunate implosion
Sipping vodka soda ‘n lime
Worlds, stars, and hopes colliding
Chaos in love universal
Leaving debts and taking tidings
What we gain is controversial
Left no dust, no love, no light
Blackhole gives no chance to fight
(Blackhole with all her might
Blackhole gives no chance to fight)
Ryan Gibson, April 17th 2005
You can’t see my love but you can feel it, because its moving so fast that its moved right through the particles of the air… and between the particals that make the matter up called You, because you matter and I am part of that… in their somewhere. Can you feel it? Love U! “I am there”
