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time seemed so slow in her face - jan 23, 2008
time seemed so slow in her face
a beauty within itself alone could not surpass
a moment that will surely last.
my last breath in her grasp
a morning to your face stops my hearts pace, encased a modern sculpture of my meaning a beautiful grace. an evening again begins this new way. an unseen wonderful day. doesent matter i ponder as i move on patiently to discover a meaning that is very well my own. a discovery.. a place.. a mansion.. this world.. is anywhere within her embrace.. couldve already been etched in stone.. love me. take me from this place.. upside down axis floating in space.. built for two as one to beleive in.. this could very be our fall from grace..
(SIMPLY)_(ARTISTICALLY)_(BEAUTIFULALLY)_(BLISSFULLY)
i will love you until there are no more (end of) days.
breathe blue instead of black - jan 7,2008
breathe blue instead of black, a tainted vision of your obscure observation everytime falls short comes so close yet not far enough of your expectations.. so read and write what you say as you say it reforms a process indeed very much the same .. replace my time now fed with an undying devotion to the bottom evaporating once again seen at the top time based box_life on a shelf.. recreate reclaim this time as something anew, forbidden passage to your next being whichever this may be, however you interperet this around you let it be forced once again anew.. this perception still forms an unnatural dew finish whats considered make your own decision yours to hold true base this on things still yet not perceived by your mind nontheless your eyes...
bleed with me. - dec 28,2007
hello. welcome back. indifferences seduce us into freeform movement along rusted clouds of dark beige. as i stand on this stage my mind rearanges transforms if you will. i feel different yet i am the same. i feel bland yet it is real as if i can taste life before it climaxes into what we see as death. to know i can fufil my life to it's extent to where limits and boundarys are not seeded or set into stone. for it can and will be changed with the eventual flow of time. lets forget about who we were. i love who i will become. i see it already as if planned out before me some higher being directing me connected by strings not nessicarily misguided always true. true in the sense that i still feel this. sometimes i feel nothing. sometimes i am dreaming but i am really awake. sometimes i bleed and it isnt blue. its as dark as the sky a firework display in only one color. monotone of the color scale if you will. i still feel an indifference never finding or seeking out the answer always left unsaid. unasked questions hover as space floats beyond human imagination. bleed from my pours as if sweat does no longer have affect only insides become my outerform. please tell me its real. i only see forward i cant see backwards sometimes i cant see anything its only one color. as we race this divine pace this unfolded pre-thoughtout process of elimination. bleed with me. (Ryan D. King)
settle
settle down now rewind this time find a meaning require some sort of end could be the beginning this time in space rearranges in its own maze this place my time im sorry time will rewind while we have the time lets dine and pretend time has no meaning lets run as far as the horizion will let us til it expires .. for i do admire please stay i would be left astray i pray not religious just conscious leaving euphoric time in its place im sorry i like to rectrace your face in words boldly as i may try we all live in the sky we dont see ouw own demise we dont comprehend our own lives its scattered like a million dimes this time is real i can feel i can sense it isnt dense it is aromatic as it is atmospheric (Ryan D. King)
as my time ends
as my time ends itself i see onlyy my strength guiding me through this endless cycle of repetition please hold my hand as i walk through this land for without a sense of feeling simply nothing in itself reversed for time only helps those for whom it does not matter as if only we were matter i mean all we are is matter so please show me how we can change positively for ourselves, not only for our own but for mankind as a whole the ground is now cold, it was warm, what happened i cant see now everything is blurry expose this cycle and explain its purpose before i bleed from my pours, it is unseen like closed doors for before i thought it was something good it isnt its fucked up like a truck only gathering momentum without gas, it wouldnt happen like a human not fueled by greed not differentiating us by race our own pace as itself is rarely comprehended for our minds tell us to work anyway the grass is so bright as i walk through it so triumphantly please explain this where will it make sense to me its like having ten pennies instead of a dime as i said time will only forshadow everything in front of your eyes before our demise i mean birth this earth is being destroyed infront of us it isnt a toy this isnt a reality show we are expendable and taxable we are cattle we are herded only sheep before the next beep tells us something is wrong only through war we can solve anything to someone elses eyes our demise guided forced showed framed filmed fortold unfold me into ash try to peice me again with missing peices i simply cannot be reformed not to even come back reincarnated its only burned this time in front of me i grasp i hold i am told we die i am told we are disposable so to this end i hold a chronicle as a globe in my palms meditating into the next day unconciously only negativity i claim as inaccurate it seems this place is only a maze im sorry i mean thank you its all the same only different as the complete opposite im sorry not opposite oh yes it is but if i was to agree then it would be the same as i said this maze consuming everything in our path only those who can fashion to consume it will have it for themselves keep it for them and not us for without a sense of gathering nothing would even be accomplished life in itself backwards flipped around would still not make any sense to you to me to us forsee this madness???? (Ryan D. King)
distorted recreated rejuvinated bloodless breathing conclude deceived certian dying unclean once encore seen alive dead forbidden tresspassed demonic statue actually seen before alone disinfected reclaimed
by your side i ride my love a morning dove this hold is bold untold a new biography unseen i beleive if my eyes do not deceive for i comprehend this overwhelming feeling as my whole self desected into nothing as something my life rejuvinated brought back once again a chance of love, life, emotions, strife, as one chance a gift as my last day i will show you what has been sung for this i will never stray this time i try to pray said once over before historical not to be mistaken with common sense this balance of life as we see quite unbalanced actually still hear beleive conquer your hidden ambitions tear from the bone to expose i better not_someday_will_from_birth_decompose> without nothing began again this can not be derived from truth it is blue it can be colors only you imagine so to a contrast it will very well be untrue millions of perceptions digging us deeper into a common deception as if i can see it in heiroglyphics>backwards>upside down>underwater!?! (Ryan D. King)
we try not to sin only to die?
as if the last chapter never ended the beginning is absolutely reasonably the past, as if constant movement is forever rarely seen alongside the eye, meditation mind exploration constantly unseen along with the higher beings, whoever that may be, equally if time in itself is merely brainstorm in movement thought in its highest form, i only see forward i still breathe i try to live for what i think i should beleive in, we only die for our sins? sins die for us inside? or do we only try for something we will never see, it will never try to help me whatever this may be, so triumphantly i float beyond this world and space defiant i stand reluctant i feel thankful i bleed proud i am seen point your sin to me i see you incredibly to the next chapter being what i will write what i have never seen for this space will only float along to the next leaving what isnt already deceased to be, only hypocricy bleeds through your thought only trial by error will revive your heart only honesty will expose you as a whole only decency will begin madness in a time oddly shaped hole to the end this only being the beginning, sins die for us inside? we try not to sin only to die? (Ryan D. King)
sahhh
her eyes lit up so joyfully blissfully asking boldly standing tall as the morning light or quite not yet there according to time, she is very accurate in her ways her age so innocent bold to learn waiting in anticipation to quite capture the world into her own perception of thought and i wont doubt as she stands so stout for a moment i will watch her cry i would rather die for this love outreaches the sky id rather see her big beautiful blue eyes as they encompass the future beyond time itself destroying everything evil washing it away with her clean soul (Ryan D. King)
the end of days?
the end of days when everything explodes forshows us a vision so distinct it is beleived to already be extinct in this world everything human or non staggers clutches, hangs on to dear life regardless of their strife deceased and brought back to life a million times before already seen by disguise seen by our eyes criticized a new wave instills this passage brought back before our eyes i only see upside down sometimes it was and it still is momentarily a different form quite disturbed unnerved emotions pent up this evil destruction of one self reinvited recited your words as if the world died a billion years before us only one time reinvented with your rhyme delayed visions instill this mind that may be yours years before i thought this world was something anew (Ryan D. King)
(i love this time)
as the time that a landscape paints a picture in my mind brought back but i still could never find the meaning for, or what i still mean (i love this time) i have without it i would be invisible, (my baby as she sleeps so subconsciously) it creates an image in my mind only i could find its still only seen in this time (i love this significance) as if extinction in the creation could separate me from this as if in this time i was floating with clouds i pray i will find my meaning to this abrupt tragic end as a beginning in itself, still rearranged spinning still metaphorical biblical unconscious signals delaying creation massive scale a dinner table left stale a note written in braille (i love this moment) my mind will run backwards forward a day in time written for itself unknown arisen from a dark stance i watch them dance a moment in staggering view anew blurry perhaps not even inapplicable to a distinct timetable for destruction desolate striving begging for just one more hour <> (Ryan D. King)
here
it was finally here, nothing yet so much, the comfrontation with myself is apparent. so quick the light_soft_yet, sudden in repetition? it soars by being seen only in the corner of the eye. tomorrow ensures hope in each striving choice. today clings onto yesterday and just floats eventually becoming the next day. suddenly silent with overbearable options colliding in colors only seen by the mind's eye. i float along with the planet because i simply do not have any other choice. who knew i was zero days i was dead and alive. (Ryan D. King)
those who cannot comprehend behind
leaving those who cannot comprehend behind seeing only what is intercepted by the eyes bleeding blue but it is only seen as red as dead as midnight floating spinning forcing everything to make sense as one motion collapsing into another which creates images and fixations that we comprehend. (Ryan D. King)
one new realization
seeing the future as a intricite collaboration of the past, nothing can stop this world from progression, only isolation of one self may lead to self expression, leaving all that once was as if never looking to repair nor attempt to change peaceful temprament is needed for mind exploration let nothing in your path burden you to move forward obstacles you may face, mountians you may have to climb, resources you may have to gather, places you may have to travel, all of this could led to a new realization of one self as a whole a uniuqe individual. (Ryan D. King)
stuck in time
created by those who know and glow in the sky before our eyes even in our own lies we still fly a day we did not see a way we did not comprehend a way we still dont see or choose to be only a day we could not breathe in or begin to pretend it never was a moment stuck in time it could only be ficticious certinately not unreal for to steal this time in space would corrupt both our time passages into another world we cannot see this world before our eyes it is in our minds this time its almost over its 9 about time for more wine to bleed from our pours as we collect peices of our past depart from this world create anew universe surrounding nothing but love hatred dies as a little boy slowly cries because he has no choice, voice (Ryan D. King)
seasoned into ash forever
it starts across like a tiptoe both time and comprehension floats invades recreates itself with time barrier still never found unbound unwillingness to both survive only to try not as if a chance was born deciding it may be or pretending what you would love to be one only see forward this space is never to narrow for exploration its like discovering a new nation not only for ourselves but for hope strength courage only one desire to reach higher climb back up destroy rebuild never decay time could delay do not run stray from the path it creates for itself in its very distinct way only time could say anyway so like i say do never stray from those you hold dear without it may create panic and fear see you are only very so dear for now i very well likely see more clear i do not hope some end is near untold unfolded perspective broken down to a seperate matter despite its plan to fight be one with might and channel this fear not of your strife its only a bloody knife anyhow anyway seen constantly different point mind state rearrangement to combust fire (display it) seasoned into ash FOREVER. (Ryan D. King)
crown of thorns
arrangement of colors so vast/ dark yellow evolves into bright green/ spinning in all directions/ each its own particular pattern/ in the middle it is pink, multiplies by 5's/ its end is no where in sight/ finding your way will be difficult/ the end you see, is just the beginning/ the beginning might be the end/ the rest of the assortment is not shown/ but hidden to unfold in your perception/ left up to you to beleive its shape/ crown of thorns so beautiful/ like new born love (Ryan D. King)
riverside
i can see the whole world from this view (the water reflects the objects around it) the ducks swim sculling their own improvised path (down here there is no one to tell you otherwise) no contradictions their opinions do not matter here (it wouldn't matter anyway) the fisherman await the big catch (as the fish poise powerless in the huge nets) the houses rest precisely aside the shore (you can learn so much just being here) lonely and anxious, you can allways find me at the riverside (Ryan D. King)
the raindrops will hide your tears
dark clouds hovering over the land sitting alone in the storm dont worry, they won't see your tears the raindrops mix in can't tell the difference thank you for this wonderful gift covers up emotions see, they can't see any difference (Ryan D. King)
aimless deviation
sometimes i starve not for the feeling of emptyness, rather of no choice, sometimes i deviate aimlessly comtemplate into the stars, with a never ending bland taste sometimes it seems the world is set to far in front of me as if i am leaping backwards into a vat of boiling water, to see the future and encompass the past in a never ending effort for positive change, sometimes i wander without purpose or meaning seeking individual reconstruction of my persona (Ryan D. King)
exploration forseeing positive change in our minds
a world of exploration at our fingertips, we grasp this time as a message of change hopefully somewhat positive in his eyes, his thought process, his general address to the world and how we should treat human-life, unknown connections force us into a world ever changing, growing, moving before our eyes, we must encompass every moment as if nothing after that even matters, as if future as a whole does not exist, as if the past is just a lesson in time but to never be forgotten... brought closer to our hearts and face what we now have to accomplish, time so cruel in its own way, it cannot be stopped yet not one human has even seen this as a possibility, maybe someone has, although it is highly unlikely, genuine love spent on importiant circumstances can bring your mind to a better more importiant state in your eyes, FEAR NOT OF CRITISIZM, FEAR NOT OF CHANGE, for eventual forceful change is needed to even paint the picture in your mind as a positive advance and overall accomplishment of your time on earth... (Ryan D. King)
this is what he said
i just talked to him the other day/ he nodded his head then turned away/ never to be seen through shine nor darkness/ it seemed fine until i asked him why i existed/ anger arose like that of a building up wave in the sea/ it actually kind of bothered me/ depression set in/ wondering why his reaction was so violent/ made me think not of who i was, but to who i might become/ depression now fading emotional upset came into effect/ one thousand thoughts running at once/ none to be converted into rationality/ then he came back to revisit i guess/ this is what he said/ do not worry about your future, nor regret your past, simply because each day brings new life, reconstructing your persona, your outlook, your age. dont ask, you need not to, time will answer your uncertianty... [rdk] (Ryan D. King)
understanding
understanding is only reached throuh caring/ if no one cares there is no caring/ that would mean there is no understanding/ confused/ then you dont understand [rdk]
a room only black
a room only black/ contains the remains/ of what seems importiant/ it can be gone quicker than you think/ i can only see forward/ in this charcoal filled space/ the tears run slowly/ i look forward to rebuilding myself/ it just takes time/ my memories only now remain in my head/ the sentimental items lost/ but my most precious things are still here [rdk] /about the fire in my house/ 01.19.02
hunger
as my hunger fights my mind everyday seems like a never ending ride to death in the back of my mind i realize what needs to be done sometimes i fail to fufil my life to its potential im not sure if this is a bad thing people tell me it is i have people who care for me and to leave them uncertian how they will survive never crosses my mind maybe that is what holds me back with chains unbreakable from any sort of tool or machine then again all we are is machines in this cycle that never ends quite of a morbid way to look at life but when you wake up hungry not quite sure how you are going to feed your kin leaves you with a never ending image of courage and strength whatever it may take you to break through you always will because you know its the only thing to do even though your not quite sure what to do next. [rdk]
never-ending mind-states
atleast our own deaths do not scare us, for our own thoughts bring us into this sphere of never ending mind-states unexplainable by mandkind itself goodbye hello same thing alive dead i cannot see or feel the difference right now or never have for that matter im sorry its ok again do you even see a difference? why no because you cannot see a difference anyway you have to realize it [rdk]
may i?
may i comment on this, why you would be the first person to ask, time itself will not stop moving although as much as we might want it to the same, the grind, leaves us with a sense of love and understanding quite simply the same being no different from the day before only uncertianty will separate us from common disscussion and rare differences within ourselves which leaves us unsure just who to beleive i mean im sorry your opinion on this? [rdk]
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sporadically flying dividing
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hey my sweet just how are you ? well to me you can be anything you want to be .. because nothing shows me more delight then you in my plain sight and i will hope i will never fight because some things can be overwhelming but with you by my side i feel like i can go for a very long ride and decide just how i will feel from a moment from a second down to my last heartbeat as it swells from my chest it seems you just are the best i know you know this but i will say it to you anyway because it is the way i can only feel it feels like something simply unreal i pinch myself to see if i am dreaming when i see you i am glad i am not dreaming for without it i would be very sad very unglad .. if i might say to this day i pray you can be the one i spend my days with sleepless nights and to my delight you are very much the same im sorry i cant be the best but you put me through a test one in with myself have time reconsidering or beginning a new beginning to it all as a whole you simply touch my soul its boundless unlimitness simply takes away my stress and forget it i try to ... i love you i mean i cant stop looking at you i mean i cant stop thinking about you im sorry if my eyes continuously touch yours but youve set me off like a mine and you are very divine in the way you move and see me individually as a whole broken down and reconstructed with mold but it unfolds a new era a beginning set in stone ... my baby it seems to me i still love thee and without you i would see incompletely i would still be everything i ever tryed to be and it still seems you make me run and i have fun because you are everything under my sun and without you i would be done for the sun would no longer detect the love and it would not continue into a world of one thing that brings us together two universes collided as one it makes me think you are still the one as if nothing before could ever compare for without your touch i would simply not even care or feel like i was still there...
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