Within the light of the land of Oz, And of my own astride,
Held so tight in the hand of God, Is the only reason Why!…!…!…!
To the extreme of the enigmatic, and all that you suppose,
Cause it’s so much more elaborate, than what you think you know!…!…!…!
The complexity of your creed, that isn’t put together,
Is in unison so equally, It’ll be that way forever!…!…!…!
Through the parity unknown, and of your evaluation,
Of-which you barely undergo, Lies pure elaboration!…!…!…!
While the blessed rest in peace, and the secular held captive,
Your living in anxiety, Waiting for the rapture!…!…!…!
Because what you don’t really know, Is what you can’t really see,
What hasn’t yet been told, Is why only you believe!…!…!…!
But deliver me from evil, and help me see the light,
Cause I don’t believe what you believe, Don’t mean I Don‘t see light!…!…!…!
Paradox is a part, of all you try-to feel,
And you take it to heart, Like it-is really real!…!…!…!
Pertaining to philosophy, of what remains unseen,
The intricacies of circumstance, Can only be believed!…!…!…!
Throughout my lack of holiness, hides insubordination,
I can only feel my loneliness, throughout my isolation!…!…!…!
Because of tribulations, and trials overcome,
Curiosity has become so vast, through all that I have done!…!…!…!
Beyond the shadow of the moon light, to the extent of undecided,
I knew something wasn’t right, n’ I tried but n’ can’t find it!…!…!…!
Ahead the right of what is sound, and the right of what is true,
Behind the light of the unfound, hides the light of the new moon!…!…!…!
Beyond the darkened rays of lethargy, to the extent of the informal,
Resides your lack of energy, of which isn’t that abnormal!…!…!…!
In the midst of that which is, and all of otherwise,
Hides something that you missed, that is found in no disguise!…!…!…!
Beyond the oversimplified, of which you’re so devoted,
So-much has been exemplified, of which to you remains unnoted!…!…!…!
The reflection of fidelity, which echo’s disbelief,
Hides something that is telling me, it‘s not what you see!…!…!…!
Beyond all of the impossible, and all of which is not
So much is so implausible n’ you blame it on God!…!…!…!
Drowning in confusion, of that which you’re unaware,
You’ve become so use-to-it, that you don’t really care!…!…!…!
Beyond all of what you see, and all of which you don’t
You don’t recognize the fallacy, because you know you won’t!…!…!…!
Bury your suggestions, cause they don‘t make much sense,
Your running out of guesses, n’ you already forget!…!…!…!
____________
The End
Ryan Allen
©…2/10\07
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
PARALLEL INTERSECTION
We turn off the lights to wake up the day, We look in our hearts n’ find nothing but hate.
We ask for directions but we go our own way, And we ask for the time but we’ll still be late.
We close doors to shed the light, Then we open our eyes but we loose sight.
We practice pretence side by side, And we fear the fiend but we still fight.
We look for the facts but we still pretend, And before we begin we look for the end.
We climb the latter just to descend, And we pull the guns with not to defend.
We look within and find without, We have our faith but still doubt.
We break the law befriending clout, And we know you can hear us but we still shout.
We are unaware that we’ve been used, And we have no choice but the freedom to choose.
We start the fight knowing we’ll loose, Cause we will die to make the news.
We hate dispute but we started the war, We know what’s right but not what for.
We see past delusion n’ look for the lore, And we give to the rich what we take from the poor.
We all try to follow what no-one will lead, And we care too little of all those in need.
We punish the needy to give to the greed, And we reap the evil cause we sew the seed.
We find content in all your disclosure, And we find displeasure in all your composure.
We see that the under is within your over, While we add to what’s on your shoulder.
We will find good n’ we’ll make it bad, We will find happiness n’ we’ll make it sad.
We find what you have n’ we make it you had, And we credit our mom but never our dad.
We cover up weakness so no-one will know, And we show our strength to those who will follow.
We will let go of that which we hold, And we’ll hide the heat so we can be cold.
We wake up the dead to we kill all the slaves, We open our mouths with nothing to say.
We don’t see the sun when the sky isn’t grey, And we forget all about what we put away.
We are on our way up just to fall down, We catch our tears but they still hit the ground.
We frightened the kids by killing the clown, And we will destroy all that of around.
We don’t see the freedom to make a new label, But we go to church to believe in a fable.
We try to see through even though we’re unable, We look at the last supper not under the table.
We look for the right just to be wrong, And although we’re right we still hear the gong.
We have the will but we don’t sing along, And we will go no-where we don’t belong.
We laugh when we’re hurt but not when we’re not, We’re told to take little but we took a-lot.
We are unhappily unsatisfied with what we have got, And we will forget all that we’ve been taught.
We unknowingly create our own demise, And we tell the truth but we trust the lies.
We unwillingly hide behind disguise, And we try to hide but make public surprise.
We find what is seen n’ keep it a secret, And when we get caught we say we didn’t mean it.
We hear the obtuse say they believe it, And those in denial say that they seen it.
We treat what is new just like it’s old, And we say what is free has already been sold.
We fear what is secret has already been told, And when we are down we say fuck it n’ fold.
We forget all about what has been said, We fall asleep but we don’t go to bed.
We see all the everything go to our head, but we don’t take the blame cause we expect your commend.
We hide the hunger for all that we lust, And we run away from all those we trust.
We pull the record n’ blow off the dust, We place the arm n’ we turn it up.
We always do what we are told not to, And we will deny it like it’s not true.
We take no blame like we have no clue, And we feel no shame when we feel blue.
The End
©…10/16..08
By…Ryan Allen
We ask for directions but we go our own way, And we ask for the time but we’ll still be late.
We close doors to shed the light, Then we open our eyes but we loose sight.
We practice pretence side by side, And we fear the fiend but we still fight.
We look for the facts but we still pretend, And before we begin we look for the end.
We climb the latter just to descend, And we pull the guns with not to defend.
We look within and find without, We have our faith but still doubt.
We break the law befriending clout, And we know you can hear us but we still shout.
We are unaware that we’ve been used, And we have no choice but the freedom to choose.
We start the fight knowing we’ll loose, Cause we will die to make the news.
We hate dispute but we started the war, We know what’s right but not what for.
We see past delusion n’ look for the lore, And we give to the rich what we take from the poor.
We all try to follow what no-one will lead, And we care too little of all those in need.
We punish the needy to give to the greed, And we reap the evil cause we sew the seed.
We find content in all your disclosure, And we find displeasure in all your composure.
We see that the under is within your over, While we add to what’s on your shoulder.
We will find good n’ we’ll make it bad, We will find happiness n’ we’ll make it sad.
We find what you have n’ we make it you had, And we credit our mom but never our dad.
We cover up weakness so no-one will know, And we show our strength to those who will follow.
We will let go of that which we hold, And we’ll hide the heat so we can be cold.
We wake up the dead to we kill all the slaves, We open our mouths with nothing to say.
We don’t see the sun when the sky isn’t grey, And we forget all about what we put away.
We are on our way up just to fall down, We catch our tears but they still hit the ground.
We frightened the kids by killing the clown, And we will destroy all that of around.
We don’t see the freedom to make a new label, But we go to church to believe in a fable.
We try to see through even though we’re unable, We look at the last supper not under the table.
We look for the right just to be wrong, And although we’re right we still hear the gong.
We have the will but we don’t sing along, And we will go no-where we don’t belong.
We laugh when we’re hurt but not when we’re not, We’re told to take little but we took a-lot.
We are unhappily unsatisfied with what we have got, And we will forget all that we’ve been taught.
We unknowingly create our own demise, And we tell the truth but we trust the lies.
We unwillingly hide behind disguise, And we try to hide but make public surprise.
We find what is seen n’ keep it a secret, And when we get caught we say we didn’t mean it.
We hear the obtuse say they believe it, And those in denial say that they seen it.
We treat what is new just like it’s old, And we say what is free has already been sold.
We fear what is secret has already been told, And when we are down we say fuck it n’ fold.
We forget all about what has been said, We fall asleep but we don’t go to bed.
We see all the everything go to our head, but we don’t take the blame cause we expect your commend.
We hide the hunger for all that we lust, And we run away from all those we trust.
We pull the record n’ blow off the dust, We place the arm n’ we turn it up.
We always do what we are told not to, And we will deny it like it’s not true.
We take no blame like we have no clue, And we feel no shame when we feel blue.
The End
©…10/16..08
By…Ryan Allen
Relics
For Love … There is no reason, There is only rhyme, If you don’t believe it, you ain’t try’n!
Fate? Is it more than just fortune? I believe it is an unlikely result of uncertainty.
If you believe it will be-it will be…Be patient, With the aptitude to wait You’ll make it.
Misunderstood relics of the past. Converging in the middle with nowhere to go.
Fate? Is it more than just fortune? I believe it is an unlikely result of uncertainty.
If you believe it will be-it will be…Be patient, With the aptitude to wait You’ll make it.
Misunderstood relics of the past. Converging in the middle with nowhere to go.
Angelic Whisper
Beauty speaks through a shadow of serenity, Like a reflection of the new Moon whispering…Speak to me…The tender yet powerful voice sings to me in the wind as it blows a powerful-angelic tenor in my direction, The elegance speaks a voice so delicate, it’s as if the birds whisper… Her eyes are so florescent-Her wings are so angelic-Her beauty is so powerful-And her halo is so well-lit. Her eyes are a dreamlike mystery, As the tentative blink of a single eye livens her beauty so excessively decorative. One look at such a beautiful angel elates my desire And so with the feeling conceived when she looks at me the sky’s turn blue and the rain stops, All is new, And nothings not. Her perspective towards the evil that has destroyed the earth as we now know it is just so cataleptic, It is as-if she is totally oblivious towards it and she will not allow herself to favor it, I find her angelic nature to be so impassive, so submissive, so serene, I’ve been a whiteness. I feel my livelihood is so-much more fervent because of her. And as a matter of fact and because of that, It’s like my feelings are all brand new… still many are unused. Her beauty Is strong enough to keep me from falling, though still-I-am,…,In love..! I imagine Her kiss to be ever so tender, so subtle. Her finesse beckons me, As she calls me to comfort her, So as I approach, I try to remember, My Halo’s broken, But she will fight to fix-it, nothing is unknown, For she is so persistent, She is a dream, And as she creates my aspiration. She conceives a new elation, And as she shares her tranquility, the peacefulness of the evening warms my heart. My enthusiastic approach towards her becomes louder than love, she is superior.. She is one.. One with freedom, She is free… she is one with poise, and Un to all but me. To embrace such an angelic individual is like a dream, unfortunately that’s all it is right now. I tell her I love her consistently, And immediately she kisses me, I embrace her warm body, And the sweat, though comfortably-is glistening. My love for her will grow, stronger and stronger with every kiss, And as-long as she knows this, All will be in place. And the day comes closer to the end, And so the moon replaces the sun. As I light the candles. I know what she wants n’ what she needs, I know what is not n’ I know what it means… I know what will be, n’ I know that she loves me, I feel it, I can see it in her eyes through the passing of her smile every time I say goodbye, it disheartens me but at the same time it’s reassuring knowing that she loves me enough to cry. Though I can only return upon someone else’s will, I can only try.
The End
The End
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
The pledge of aWEEDgiance
I pledge aWEEDgiance to a Bag of Cannabis Sativa.
And through the incumbent of all of it’s fans.
Of Elation under God obscurely visible
With instant gratification for all!
And through the incumbent of all of it’s fans.
Of Elation under God obscurely visible
With instant gratification for all!
CONTRARY CONTRADICTION (words in reverse)
Reality’s been raped with a smile on it‘s face,
Cause the willingness to hate was at hand.
Anarchy’s accountable, Cause chaos is confused.
Brilliance is untalented, And evil is amused.
Legislation has been lied to, And comfort is corrupt,
Camouflage will find you, Cause you’ve no-where to run.
Sadness is smiling, Cause death is delight,
Contentment is crying, Where wrong became right.
Regretful yet respectfully, Brilliance has gone blind,
Blissfully yet miserably, You’ve run out of time.
Priority’s been punished, And superior surrendered,
Authority’s is under-now, n’ pause peace is under pressure.
Disorder is in order now And chaos is confused,
Malice is mistaken for the truth…
The border’s been broken, And the peace is out of place,
The speech is unspoken, And failure’s been faced.
Triumph has been tainted, And accord has gone to war,
Fidelity has fainted, And allegiance is a lore.
We depended on democracy, But relied on renegade,
We only know hypocrisy, So we fail to maintain.
Cause value was vacant, Freedom’s been feigned,
The treasure’s been taken, And now prayers are a plead.
Giving is greedy, And cruelty is kind,
Naughty is needy, Cause wrong became right.
Elation’s illegal, Cause commission was closed,
Our forte was feeble.. N’ still no-body knows.
...©2009
Cause the willingness to hate was at hand.
Anarchy’s accountable, Cause chaos is confused.
Brilliance is untalented, And evil is amused.
Legislation has been lied to, And comfort is corrupt,
Camouflage will find you, Cause you’ve no-where to run.
Sadness is smiling, Cause death is delight,
Contentment is crying, Where wrong became right.
Regretful yet respectfully, Brilliance has gone blind,
Blissfully yet miserably, You’ve run out of time.
Priority’s been punished, And superior surrendered,
Authority’s is under-now, n’ pause peace is under pressure.
Disorder is in order now And chaos is confused,
Malice is mistaken for the truth…
The border’s been broken, And the peace is out of place,
The speech is unspoken, And failure’s been faced.
Triumph has been tainted, And accord has gone to war,
Fidelity has fainted, And allegiance is a lore.
We depended on democracy, But relied on renegade,
We only know hypocrisy, So we fail to maintain.
Cause value was vacant, Freedom’s been feigned,
The treasure’s been taken, And now prayers are a plead.
Giving is greedy, And cruelty is kind,
Naughty is needy, Cause wrong became right.
Elation’s illegal, Cause commission was closed,
Our forte was feeble.. N’ still no-body knows.
...©2009
BrokenHalo
I'm a musician-I'm a magician-I'm a model I'm a dream
N' if you listen to what I'm spitt'n-You'll agree-You'll see.
I'm a pot-head-I'm a poet-I'm a player I'm a star
N' I aint afraid to go there Hell I've come this far.
I'm a batchelor-I'm a bad-ass-I'm a baron I'm a count
N' it's official cause it's visuaal So it's without a doubt.
I'm a leader-I'm a liege-I'm a legend I'm a ghost
Cause when I fought the machine...I Broke my Halo.
N' if you listen to what I'm spitt'n-You'll agree-You'll see.
I'm a pot-head-I'm a poet-I'm a player I'm a star
N' I aint afraid to go there Hell I've come this far.
I'm a batchelor-I'm a bad-ass-I'm a baron I'm a count
N' it's official cause it's visuaal So it's without a doubt.
I'm a leader-I'm a liege-I'm a legend I'm a ghost
Cause when I fought the machine...I Broke my Halo.
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