Nature is beautiful and passionate,
Giving and sincere,
Nurturing to her children,
Loving to our neighbour,
Gives even to the greedy who need,
You are the most natural part of my life,
I want to be your Sun,
That shines down onto you,
Nourishes you,
Feel my passion and heat,
My love beaming,
Fated to only love one side at a time,
A factual and natural crime.
By Ryan Anthony Gibson
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With every touch I still couldn’t show,
As I tickle your skin with affection,
I kiss your lips with passion,
But still its not enough for perfection.
Nothing I could do would persuade you,
Perfumes sweet smells,
Love given to you as a bottomless well,
But this would not compel
What could be done for you,
How can my actions persue
How could I put my love in view
How can I make these emoptions continue
I trully want to never stop loving you,
Help me love you, feel my love.
By Ryan Anthony Gibson
A child’s eyes watch the gliding kite,
Intrigued they stare as it begins to rise,
Higher, higher, higher, into flight,
The strings pull harder and fight,
As the wind grows stronger in the open skies.
The wings tremble in the turbulent might,
The enfants body tilts backwards to equalize,
The invisible force taking, taking the kite,
As the chord comes to an end so tight,
Grip loosens as the wind prys,
The young pilot screeches in frustrated fright,
Losing no matter what the navigator tries,
A monster wins the tug-a-war plight,
Stealing away the youth’s very own right,
To have control of strings where he flies.
By Ryan Anthony Gibson
His rich dark skin illuminated with love
While he smiled to the world at his feet
Rising our hearts high above
Some say he’s a God of actors
But he says he’s just a man
Who changed the broken ways
To equal humans,
Sincere he is,
Passionate he is,
Truthful, bold, and proud,
With words from the clouds,
Descend a lightening flash,
A sweet motivating revelation,
To make our faces all one,
Acceptance of all generations.
The colorful shooting star,
True color spectra,
Past false perceptions,
Amen faithful flower,
In his shadow we grow,
Just a man,
As we are all just people.
By Ryan Anthony Gibson
I can not describe how much I love you,
More than the world has trees,
More than all the water in the seas,
More than you could love me.
No words could describe how I do…
Its the look in your eyes
The light, soft, beautiful sighs,
Your love leaves me mesmorized.
No actions could show it to,
For I could give the world to you twice
I would give you everything nice
But would anything ever suffice
Maybe it’s enough to say I love you.
By
Ryan Anthony Gibson
Everyone. I am the voice of your heart and the window to your mind. Listen to me and you will hear your trueself. What has to be said must be said, absorb it into your subconsious, into the mind. The world offers dominion to all, the world offers what it has to give, you can not take what isn’t there, so there is no need for domination. Life may have its controls, but all controls can be used to help you achieve your own self peace. When you achieve your own personal tranquility of the mind, there will be no need for controls. If you allow the rest of the world to control your thoughts you are not equal you are dominated. How can you create equality, dominion, love and happiness in a world that will not let you release emotions. One can look into themselves and find the answers to what they seek and what the world has to offer. If you can not ask of yourself, than you have no control of your life, no understanding of what you can be. Together in unity, dominion can be achieved, if one uses their advantages to benefit others. If one uses their advantages to benefit others, we share our benefits and will reach the success of total equality of the mind. In contrast, to mental equality is physical. The physical states is a superficial states, in which the true self, the mind, uses as a host. Our physicical appearence does not help ourselves, it’s the belief in ourselves and others that is the key to be what we want to be. We can not be what we want to be if our mental state is scrambeled by others needs or beliefs. We must use our own beliefs and rise together, ensuring tranquility and “dominion for all.” It is time to open the mind and for the first time in your life make a decision, the decision to believe and trust yourself and your surroundings. Take away your mental controls and let your spirit run free. Now I shall leave but it is up to you to be yourself. If you can not be yourself than you are living dead and your mind is your prison. Release and accept and with that you shall have the ability to do what is in yourself to be. Free will.
By Ryan Anthony Gibson
My only hope is to preserve you in my thought
For no novel or poem could depict the beauty caught
To look deep into rings of big brown iris
To dance with you in beautiful Buenos Aires
Your honey breath still infects my nose
From your kiss my cheek brightly glows
Your presence in Africa has made my stay worthwhile
Your singers silver tongue has caused my eternal smile.
By Ryan Anthony Gibson
Note attached to the poem:
My silence was due to my awe of what a wonderful person you are, it left me in a state of mind where I couldn’t think, I was useless for days after you left, for I had been swept off my feet, by a tempest of such amazing sound and beauty. Thank you for letting me experience your celestial tunes and ever essence.
*A chance to dream, to feel romantic pain, one could say the tragedy was our lack of time, but you have never left my mind.
Come, come with me
To a far, far better place
Tulips bring ecstacy
Lust expanded is grace
In the dark city
Flower’s bed, they sow
Sins good and dirty
Sickly they bow
Roots whithering and dry
For they don’t know
All these bed’s do die
Put their needs aside
Protection, money, love
The casual suicide
Do we have enough?
Ryan Anthony Gibson, South Africa March 10th 1998
Crawling through the midnight,
Howling pierces ear,
Eyes in the moonlight,
Wires everywhere,
Prawling through the shadows,
Murmers from afar,
Dashing through the homelands
Home is still quite far
A screach owl dives towards me,
Death is in her claws,
Attacker that lurks above,
One could now forsee,
How dead I truly was
Men forget morals
We mate without a cause
Soon to be crushed
These mortal flaws
No one to protect us
The world is at loss
By Ryan Athony Gibson 1994
Darkended Breath
Calling in the darkness was the voice,
Crying and a young child’s scream
From the idle thought we see
The city torn and crumbled
The foggy eyes of dead infants
Slew carelessly on the streets
Then we watch a simple particle
Floating through the air
Towards the blackened faces of despair
Where planes fell from the sky
The faces just before death
An A-bomb blast
Wheezing out a diseased last breath
Whirling hurricane passes through the mind
Images to radical to be a dream
An epiphany, although ambigious
Of the end of the world
Chest tightens and lungs vacant
The need to cry, the fear
Where our body shivers
In the chill of knowing
By Ryan Anthony Gibson, 1997, Published in the Anthology of North American Poets
