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Ryan Le Bryce Poem
10/5/2009
I. The Bloom
Delicate flower,
sleeping endlessly dreaming
Patiently waiting
White horizon, winter peace,
release tears reluctantly.
II. The Village
Boxes in spaces,
old wooden tatami floor
Summers breath still held within
Outside streets, shuffling feet,
their chatter less foreboding.
III. The Animosity
Blood-stained katana,
glinting insinuation,
fell against ground.
Copyright © Ryan Le Bryce | Year Posted 2012
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Ryan Le Bryce Poem
20/8/2009
In my cupboard life
creeps
a living mannequin
The deception:
no acceptance
and tepid;
a biological kind
Gaia prevails
while I fall
into disarray
Bid thee-
make me whole
Whisperin winds
by my bed declare:
"Always pay
the price
today"
Grandeur on stiletto
Tis' the blade,
not the shoe
that offers escape
Yet,
preference falls to-
the leathery hide
Luscious lips,
a glint in the eye,
renewed bust;
the goddess Aphrodite
Scalpel and skin
A book of vanity,
Another year to hide:
"Patience my dear..."
Confused fleshly desire
Life's destiny yet realized
As Agni succumbs to frost
A shadow forlorn
A kinder memory
I resonate plush
and wantonness
Solution absolves me
from torment
As I pass upon
the fiery gorges
of acceptation
and far away gone
bigoted taboo
For three hundred days
my mannequin stirred
Something inside,
emerges through
Braving forward,
I steer the porch;
fire and lightning
at the same time
Not the boy they knew;
just me
The perfect me
I'm going home.
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Ryan Le Bryce Poem
13/8/2009
Momma collect yourself
I cannot lead the way
Why,
what for?
I wasn't even there...
While I knew you
petrified became my part
The anger,
all hope and faith
began to dash away
Momma,
its you
My prequel to cliched tragedy
A vessel I'd cling to
gone now deserted;
crashing against some coastal rock
Momma my confidante
Sorry leads to sorrow
Momma,
non-insured;
my personal wreck
Momma,
your daily fix for life
left me here to simmer
under much angry regret
Painful purple,
taller emotions loved you most
That snorted road trip you took
Envious indeed
Took it into your heart
more than much love for me
Caressed and stroked
inside you incessantly
Momma before,
you an early sunrise
Our good warm kitchen'
a sanctuary you've built
Gone
Just as will tomorrow
No more tasty breakfast treats,
no more injected passion,
and no more taboos
to haunt you every night
Momma,
I lived for you my life
I tried so hard to appease you
praise you
Revive will you?
Pulsating emotions,
this viscera will not hide
regrets
When push came to shove
we pushed you all the way
So sorry momma
That's you settling old scores
What made you love them most?
More than mere adoration
Maybe if you'd love me;
selfish may it be
You'd still be fully here
and I'd be there
beside you
Holding them tight
both you and your(lukewarm)
fading,
lifeless hands.
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Ryan Le Bryce Poem
A Sea of Dreams - 06.01.2018
We dream within fantasy
Will this be the final one?
Beyond the sea
This sea of dreams
A mobius loop infinite
Mercy, a mercy kind given
The fear of waking up
The fear of standing up
The fear of losing hold
The fear of growing old
Beyond the sea
This sea of dreams
Places of secret wisdom
Smile, a smile kindly given
This is our final fantasy
Redeem us within sleep
No more stories to share
No clear advise imparted
None left here to ensnare
No realm for the departed
Goodbye
So leave us now back to slumber
To keep at bay a nightly ghost ship
To dream ourselves in ambient deep
This troubled world we choose to skip
Hello.
- The Fallen of A Tragic Kingdom
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Ryan Le Bryce Poem
6/5/2009
She is soft as naked
Silken-like tenderness
Hungered on from before
Barely, almost devoured
The ancient secrets
Now hold iridescent
By a shadow's embrace
Beckons; will I follow?
O' rested she there
A viscous temptation
Like a vessel found
Thru eyes of a storm
Ah~ the skin on her back
Ascending souls up heaven
Her woven lines now realized
Amazing grace my beautified
Savoy:
"This sin of flesh
This mortal wound
This pound of fate
This rise of praise
These, mine love
I live in your daze"
I'll covet you whole
Drain your inner scent
Through late weary hours
A cello I watch you play
Laid you there so open
Came I, conjured vexation
Catching glimpses of a dawn
Blood and rain leaves a moan...
Isbell:
"Mine is broken under promised lies
Our bodies shaken under naked eyes
A soul is taken under Cupid's guise
Our sin afresh and a bleeding sky"
Live or die this moment
Brave I've staid the game
Now rest assured my woman
I've always known your name.
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Ryan Le Bryce Poem
Apis of Apocalypse - 06.08.2017
Whatever hope left
Died with the mass of wilting
Gardenias and more
Plumes that once decorated
And harvest that once fed us
Gone...
- Farmer V.Adelhyde
Buzzing in the wind
Harbinger of death singing
The dust storms settling
Lo and behold what comes next
The endless days in hunger
Fields of green now sand
Horizons forever changed
A thousand years more
Wicked fields of crow and dust
Litter the surface by storm
This is the end now
A lonely planet of doom
Poem of despair
This is the mark of the beast
No more tomatoes shall bloom
Goodbye my Apis goodbye
Goodbye my Apis won't fly
Goodbye my Apis and die
Goodbye my Apis we cry...
Copyright © Ryan Le Bryce | Year Posted 2018
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