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Eternal love flame

I sometimes watch you, when you're asleep,
then take a deep breath, and this I think........
A year has passed, forever more,
life with you, I cherish and adore.
Before I met you, it was only a dream,
my green eyed girl, may never be.
I'm trying to think, of something to say,
that describes my love, an eternal way.
This I know, and will always be true,
neither breathless sunset nor enchanting words,
can ever be, as beautiful as you.
My desire for you, is so loving and deep,
my heart and soul, is yours to keep.
When I wake up, I think of you,
before I sleep, I do then too.
I hope this poem, shows what I sometimes can't say,
how lucky I am to be with you, day by day.
To close this rhyme, from me to you,
I'll love you forever,
eternity too

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Love thought

My eternal love is with you,
never shall it die, 
weaken, nor be faded by life's unkind gratitude.

Wherever your body and mind takes your beauty,
my arms will protect you,

keep you warm.

I'll give my soul,
and heart for you  to keep,
if you should return it,
it'll always be warmth from your touch,
Until my last beat...

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The rain slides off my hair,

soaking me wet.

The sky seems to be crying over me,

I don't care.

In the middle of nowhere,

without no soul to speak with.

Should I embrace my fear?

Tears are coming,

though not mine.

But I await my fate,

inpatient for all to end,

not worried for ones deathly drop.

I never had my laughing days on this smiling planet,

nor smiled at gracing sunsets.

No need for me to be where I have my wrongly self being,

in a world that doesn't want me in it!

Can't I be free?

escape, without it not labelled a sin?

My words doesn't breach a sound!

Am I bound to disappear with just one argument?

I now don't feel the need to fear,

useless waste from above.

But I do regret for what soon my breathless body didn't become,

maybe in the end it'll turn out to be all I was.

They will finally see,

a lost poet.

Instead you'll be seeing tears in my lifeless eyes,

like fallen old crusty papers,

with no expressions,

nor emotions of any kind that suits your almighty mind,

for ever no sense.

Throw away my heart and mind into dark flames of hell!

Feel my fury from the heat of not understanding!

All vanished within my last dying breath.

Don't cry for me,

cry for yourself.

Dead writing,

like me forever,

I was........


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Me and my k9

On one fine day,

we went for a stroll,

not holding back was he, after seeing his ball.

The suns heat fell down on us with all its might,

our path was ahead, in our sight.

And time to play rose to peak,

running rabbits we saw, near  the old creak.

Crackled the far forest looked,

bonkers his eyes shook!

Wind whistled through cut grass,

had our time of play already pass?

Was I just as mad as him?!

Now impatient with those bonker eyes,

growing greater and wide as the sky.

The ball!!! bonkers eyes told me,

the ball!!!!

Throw it......

maybe then we would play,

oh, I say, I say.

Threw it with all my strength one did,

he turned away from me, bonkers eyes started to skid.


now you can run!!!!

Never stop running,

with those bonker eyes.

Madness and insanity playing with your best friend,

all day long, till the very end.


By Ryan Jackson. Written on 4/JULY/2011

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Poetry death

Silent insults triggers quiet pain through rattled body,
sugar coated words never taste good when told from blind eyes,
I see through tasteless lips of lies.
My mind seems far, far away,
at a distance where it can't be reached.
Acceleration of verbal words escapes me,
slowly frustration disturbs the air.
Clear my thoughts of vivid visions,
throw away touched emotions on paper from my wooden led.
Take back my wasteful writings,
and stop this unwanted author at best.

That will never be witnessed by a higher supreme,
my lost words will define me yet,
in another life.

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The conscience

Confused thought's in ones head,
trembles thy heart and soul.
Mind traces left and right,
the conscience to be told..................
To dance with 'the' dark spirit,
it'll take you astray,
and all goodness in you,
will fade away.
Do not be tempted by him,
or look for his path,
this will only lead you,
to sharing his wrath.
That fallen angel,
thrown down from above,
will tempt you to hate,
and never love.
So remember this,
my caring advice,
ignore the devil's dance,
don't be sacrificed..................
 I'll tell you this,
on what you should do,
dance with the devil,
you know you want to.
Be free around him,
make him proud,
commit to hate and anger,
share it around.
Take all his temptations,
smoke, drugs and drink,
indulge your life with them,
like curiosities blink.
Be with him as one,
and forever you'll be,
dancing with your fate,
for eternity.

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Lost souls

Souls of fate
took flight without delay
their journey cut short
on that dreadful day.  

The world shocked in silence
was in early morning
New Yorkers watched in terror
while paper soaring.

Screams were heard 
horror we could see
the events witnessed
unfold on our TV.

mass murderers. 

What more can I say
about heartless men
they are horrible now
like they were then. 

This world will smile without them
we shall live on
for us there'll be no more terror
and people doing wrong.

It will come to them all
they will be paid
just like Lucifer
all shall be laid
And their souls they took for granted
won't ever be saved!

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My own therapist

Can I stop drinking,
from these days that seem longer.
Test will power to the limit,
then become much stronger.

Wish I can tell my family,
that I am bad,
I'm a drunk,
they'll never understand.

The feeling of being sober,
is worst then being alone.
Maybe I should die,
or stop being a moan.

I cannot leave my family,
so I keep breathing in this world that I walk through.
I'm lost in this mess,
with no one to talk too.

So until my last sunset,
that lays on my path,
this bliss I say goodbye to,
that I never loved.

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Cat and his mother

Laying there, was not all he 

sleeping alone, was not all he 

dreaming of his young self, was 
not all he did,

crying for you, was not all he 

staring into space, was not all 
he did,

wanting your love and 
attention, was not all he did,

purring in your arms, was not 
all he did,

making you worry, was not all 
he did,

having a lions heart, was not all 
he did,

imprinted love in your soul, was 
not all he did,

letting you hold him until he 
was gone, was not all he did,

leaving fond memories for your 
heart, was not all he did,

letting you say good-bye, was 
not all he did,

sharing all this and his love 
with you,

is what all he ever did.

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Standing there, 
viewing carnage hands.
Blood descends to floor,
and softly lands.

Drops of life,
this once used to be.
Flowing through harmless hearts,
before when free. 

Their eyes filled with agony,
from slaying hands and brutal way.
Physical/emotional neglect, 
day by day.

Ugly faces, 
surround work of death.
Pain and frightening screaming,
until final breath.

What people don't see,
nor want to know.
How meat is slaughtered for them,
it should be shown. 

Copyright © Ryan Jackson