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Best Poems Written by Ryan Geoffrey-Hayward

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Christmas Eyes

Eyes glassy to the medication
messy are the red on wrists
I hate those grey heavy doors
They carry only misery lore
of the souls lost to hospitals
And the final breathes
A child make wishes.
A youth afraid ceases of breathing
would suddenly stop one day,
with my autism child therapist
now I hope it occurs every-day.
Slowly a letter in an envelope
With words reduced to less than I.

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Mummy, What Will I be When I grow Up?

The beauty of graceful sunsets lost,
the price of non rewind deep wound cost,
addict blows the opium itching & bleeding,
losing cardboard parts to a child laying
in the sun as the needle stings & pierces.

Lost a deep nerve frantically fierce,
reach out and touch the piercing stars,
its time to play so lets rehearse,
dream of kingdom comes remains far.

Fire in his belly as liars are on the telly
ramble and scramble, pretend to be able
screaming, ranting, pointing bony fingers
as flesh becomes death at their two cents.

" Mummy, what will I be when I grow up?"
"Son, you'll be an astronaut traversing
planets with your eyes of curiosity,
making me proud upon my death."

Sits in a dirty crack house smoking
visions of a mother's paternal dream.

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Eyes

Eyes abused once innocent
sparkle less than a yellow flame,
window swept of a beautiful scent,
Maps dusty appear and have bleed.
Some keys never fit a door's lock
and we are on purgatory's  dock
and forever all over flicking again,
books never read have our name.

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Another One of Those Days

Looking out my bedroom window,
I can only see the happy souls,
and the path I bear is the feared,
since 20 and only in second gear,

I just wish for the butterflies,
I can only see in the twilight,
caught between there and here,
the flowing of and then dried up tears,

I don't cry any-more.

There once was insight that did delight,
but you lose the sight and then the light,
all that is left are the little bread-crumbs,
to witches house to be burnt alive.

And forever-more,

Misery has its stakes in a broken heart,
fiery sweet eyes make you sleep past mid-day
you look at the veins of your wrists and wish to sl........
black-ness of cloud formations, as you look for a way.

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Black Swan

Lonely, naked, in the corn fields,
a stranger to this new awakening,
stitching upon new found flesh,
upon the recently perished dead.

A bloody vessel cannot sail,
and the pull-ness from the tide,
and the fields whip the wind gale,
and this leaves the shape open blind
the blind-ness sees with open shut eyes

spinning sweet, saliva,
to our child-hood waifa
innocence turns to antics,
bronze bleeding from spear,
your lips turn to frantic,
and I turn in, surrender defeated.

A tide is the bloody and thirsty,
a victim to grind of the axe,
sweaty eagles dive into the river,
to die and can't seem to relax.

The eagle's claws so sharp,
and the angels play the harp,
watching the hare ripped apart,
another gone glow, child eat the tart.
a witness to a storm of chaos,

the rodeo and all whipping lassos,
the burying and the death
shallow of the sands,
I break apart to bounce up to breathe,

The ending of a situation,
is the end of a creation,
fifteen years
can't find the gears,
lost in the now and here,
breathless and I fear.
the applause was the cause,

my craft became a special art.
I'm shot in my bleeding goose neck,
and rape of my end is my card's deck,
it will end with the joker's card,
or offensive song from the bard.

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Sunset to Nightmares

A bottle of gin for every sin
within lair of an evil twin
The likes of a flying kite,
away from gloom of this room.
September's never a rest
but eyes up another glass cup.
A bird's breasts trembling detests
the coldness of a night's icy test,
a tune meant for her is a noise blur
lost in the tavern and I can't have her.
Speedy lines mixed with coke and wine,
How you do, with morbidly such a tune,
If I wake up screaming, take me to the lake,
of peaceful seduction near the waterfalls.

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Pup

Some idiot flicked off my switch,
now I'm lit to cold eyes of blinded
this doggie with the waggly tail,
at least a best friend as I sail.

What's a dateline to what's fine,
how every blinded sees with wine
and how they dine in my eyes
and the lies upon my father dies.

I wish, I had more to give,
than once this child's wishes,
to never be forgotten in time
and better flow and the rhyme.

I'll rather be a straight line
than how I'm the wobbling.
Be here as time crumbles,
empty as a stomach rumble.

There's never anything more,
than the poison of a garden bore.

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Illumination

I escape to a shiny lake
where waters are calmer,
my mistakes are not raked
and the nights are warmer.

Without sting rays
and cold-ness of days,
This town is deserted
buildings flood vacancies

I dream of flirtation
and of illumination,
so much for singularity,
bringing one to peace.

Thoughts are floating
like ashes in the summer.
I begin playing,
A lost & found harmonica.

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The Knight And His Lance

Hello, my final words,
sucked into a snow swirl
but I stutter and look up,
and see wings rapidly
take off and flutter,
from a cloudy cup

Tell me darkest secrets
of the black butterfly
that has came close to death.

We don't need another chance
but the cherished memories,
of a knight and the lance,
his lady and last breaths.

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Generalization

Statistics show that men are such creeps
but women wish they had more partners.
The irony is the male who was there
at the playground as a little girl was hurt,
And he attended to her for a few minutes,
and the mother snatched her, calling him a pervert.
But where was she for her daughter that day?
And here are the others of crusading campaign?
It does goes both ways as girls are more vulnerable
but the whole creep  is getting out of hands feeble.
Its an interesting this as if you take the time to read it.

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