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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.
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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
The Orchard of Unity
The old man walked deep into his orchard,
With his son and grandson,
It was a family ritual that occurred,
Through every generation from fathers to sons,
They carried with them a developing peach tree,
That signified the birth and growth of the child,
For each boy in their family was given this immortality,
So that after death they could provide for their family,
Quietly they sauntered down a path surrounded by
Memories of past time and the completion of offerings from fathers to sons
Where Grandfather stopped to rest at his withered old tree where you could see
There was a passage finely carved from the old man to a certain lady which read:
In this orchard we meet to find a love so sweet
Well away from the city so our hearts can be free
In these surrounding trees we will be in Unity,
Continuously living happily – Forever just you and me
The old man gazed at the distant passion where he closed his eyes with affection,
And proclaimed:
It was noon like this day, but the sun began to fade away, where in the autumn’s dimming rays a beautiful girl meandered happy and gay,
Her innocence stole my voice away so that I didn’t know what to say
As her stare bore through my soul with compassion and care,
And she murmured to me, “Has life been fair?”
I replied with conviction, “Only if I can have your devotion to love
For you dance like a butterfly lifting my heart higher above
She looked at me and her emotions climaxed as I kissed her cheek and whispered facts
Of life, love, and ecstasy, of commitment
And from my words flowed an arrangement
Of oaths of time’s sensuous phrases as they where overpowered by long unifying gazes,
And this moment together soon stretched into years,
Where together we faced all of life’s different fears
And soon she bore a child which was truly a mirror
Of the care the two lovers had developed and shared,
We were married the night of God’s contribution
Of a baby boy who could see his parents holy union
And the boy modeled their love, emotions, and strife, and soon found a loving wife
Where together they too brought forth a life.
Now this brings us to you my boy, a splitting image of the real McCoy
And now we must do what we came here for, what we’ve done with all sons before,
One’s offering of life’s gift in the shape of a tree,
Where the same will happen for you when you have a baby.
The curious boy looked up and asked “Where will we be beginning this task,
The planting of the tree that reflects the past
And defines how long life truly lasts
The father looked deep into his eyes and said with an abundance of pride,
“My boy it is were we now stand for someday this will be your land,
So together as the three found the sapling’s plot and host,
They blessed it to be shined on by the father, son, and holy ghost,
To gaze at it peacefully and admire,
The fulfillment of another son’s accomplished desires.
By Ryan Anthony Gibson, May 18th 1995
Can you feel the tension
And confusion
Because someone is telling lies,
Maybe they are hiding
It’s something in their eyes
But they’re looking at you
Because they want to, painfully,
And you do not understand why,
Why they can’t tell you,
Or what they can’t do,
And all you need is a reply
As your breathes get quicker
And tears thicker
As you both begin to cry
This hollow sobbing
And whimpering
Lets you know it won’t blow by,
Knowing it could be over,
And forever,
Without anymore ties.
Orchestra of the Sea
On the shore I could see,
The beautiful debris
That chattered pleasantly
In the waves of the sea
As if they were scattered
Across the land
Some were tattered
And grinded into sand
Although others shined
In the bright noon sun
Here I could find
The most beautiful one
A pearly pink shell
That I put in my palm
Its beauty made my heart swell
And the world seemed calm
Its beauty reminded me of
A petit little old lady
That truly loved, provoked memory
Who sang to me as a baby
She used to sing
To me when night came near
And to my ear I put the pearly thing
And the music again I did hear
Soft whispering Lula bye
That soothed a baby’s cry
Trapped in this shell
Where in my pocket it fell,
For now the songs will never cease,
Hidden away were the memories of peace,
Pour toujour j’ecouterai,
With me she will be for the rest of my days.
To Eva Tekeres 1996
My feelings are unavoidable,
Like darkness is when there is no light,
Its there as an ethereal connection to my life,
These feelings are so obvious to me,
When I close my eyes and look into the darkness,
And the feelings, the images, the emotion,
Pours out, and then I see your face,
And nothing else exists except you
I scour my mind through the blackness without you but
I keep coming back to you,
Because all I want is you,
If I didn’t my life would be doomed to wallow
In shades of the past and dreams that disappear into
The darkness, like the world does when you’ve stared,
At a beautiful beaming light for so long,
And to look away is to see nothing, to turn off.
If I have done something wrong it is because I was keeping the light on within you for me,
I need your light to fill me with love,
But if I can’t see the light,
At least let me know it hasn’t disappeared into the darkness
For my life is grimly potent and potent grimly
For existing in a blind abyss is non existence,
Without your brown hair and silky hands to hold me from falling.
My love for her, February 19th 1995 12:00 am
My love for her,
Cannot be discussed,
In words but only,
In my deepest thoughts,
Where someday we’ll journey,
Together in reality,
As did the true love,
Of the Renaissance.
By Ryan Anthony Gibson
Memorable Diary Entry
I’ve waited long to hear my love to tell me that she loves me, and last night as 12:30 midnight January 29th 1995, Sabrina Hunter said to me “I love you.”
How love twists you inside out and springs such beautiful clothing from ones closet.
The felling of losing someone you love dives deep into your heart and her power pulls tears from my abyss of youthful manliness, and I truly fear that if she were to hurt me I would die of starvation from the scarcity of love and affection that I so with to consume.
Sabrina is the most important part of my life right now, she is exactly who I dreamed of meeting, she’s affectionate, lovely, and tries hard not to control me too much. No matter what I’ll love her forever, if I shall never love another.
