HiRyu015

At the heart of the matter, It isn’t complicated at all. Whether there is trust, Gratitude, appreciation, Dedication… We will find it all In the center of our chests. You see, when it beats for a friend The rhythm never ends. It will never cease, And in its thump, It speaks. Truthfully, it cannot stop once it begins. If you know this, Then you know a friend. If you show this, Then you show a friend. If you lack this, Then it did not exist. Unfortunate, if that is so, And you will be duly missed. We touch each other’s lives In ways we cannot imagine, In our smiles, In our laughs, And in our fears and passions. In the hea

Steal… That’s what they do. Sand grains from the glass, Strings from the organ core, And space in that place which no one Sees or hears, They abscond with these and more. Passionate and hot, Then distant, swiftly They freeze. Drop you on high And raise you to your knees. Lick the wound they made bleed. At best, refuse to feel. Refuse to heal That which causes such chaos, Trapped and attached, Bound to them like the skin they wear. Unaware, Never knowing how much they deprive Themselves of what they pretend is not there. But the real doesn’t fade. What’s real feels. It embraces the heat and the cold, The young, th

The wind calls to me. It tells me all the things that I can do. It promises to carry me As I sail, climb, dive, and swoop. Everyone says to fly. Everyone says set yourself free, Live out your truth. Well, I learned to fly, And I freely live, but in truth… I was never told Where one flies to….

I remember building it, And I recall the first time It was broken down. The sting still remains From the spear of the one Who penetrated my fortifications All those years ago. To this day, I wonder who really won the war. I suppose, Survivors have the luxury Of contemplating trivial matters, Tallying their successes And failures, Adding and subtracting Their cries and laughter. Soon, I began again. This time, my parameters Were more carefully set. New technologies were Availed to me, And my ambitions crept Higher and higher, To the summits Where the sun set. Still, these material things, These mere manifestations Of my own insecurit

Fingers pressed against the screen,     Almost enough to break through,  I’m approaching the other side Of this familiar, foreign land    That I have always been.                       Sliding back, the fixed and present                      Seem less compelling and unreal.                     The ether’s gone, void expands                    And the material craves song                  Akin to soft antidepressant. Torturous and beautiful, I slip into the prism of mind. Angled and sharp, shining light On matters immaterial in nature, I find the substance oddly musical.    For it was filled, it was real,          

Lying against an Oak I’d known since tender years, It grew with me from sapling to tree, And it spoke through rustled leaves Calm and clear. “Remember the wind,” It said again and again. “Remember how gentle it was During times of fear.” And I replied, “I recall its sigh When hope would die, Just before answers became clear.” It told me, “Take and hold to faith, For we are of the same root and core.” And I replied with dimming eyes, “Have I not bled before?”

Screens close like storm doors, Tight and foreboding But transparent enough to reveal. Still sweat attempts to drip, Cold against hot skin, Held in place by trembling lip, With eyes peeled, Unable to avert from the scene. What was once tangible and precious Fades like mist. Before the architect’s eyes, All hopes and dreams die with his life’s creation, As he stands… Helpless.

Caught in the spark, Lost in the dark, Chasing the end once it begins. Shattered thoughts Scatter, Broken and far removed. Time drags on, And embers that were once spark Turn to flame And devour what’s left until it’s gone.

My heart pangs As the silence is broken and no longer hangs O'er head. Instead, the bell clangs From the docks as I hold fast the vangs. At port, I rush forth with force rivaling herds of excited mustangs. A war scarred dragon with polished fangs Roaring, "Long time no see Bangs!"