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AJ Ryan, 21 january 2012

Dear God

Dear God,

Are you up there?
This is another human alive on land.
I hope You realise for You I care,
Your Bible's caressed in my hand.

I have been careless and rude in the past,
Made my mistakes and blunders,
But I pray to You always, I see You as
Similar to the shining light that I'm under.

True, I have a cosy bed
And the living room fire burns and sparks,
But this recession kills personal warmth dead
And keeps this family surviving in the dark.

We have no night-vision goggles or torches,
Can't afford them on our own.
It's unwelcoming as turned-off lights on porches,
Knowing we have to fight all unknown.

I look at my family and then myself
And think 'Is there a future? '
I want to be fearless and calm instead
And composed like sharpshooters.

I want a future in the dumps a doubt,
I just never want to worry.
Every time I dream about
That Paradise, my vision's blurry.

Lord, I see You as food and drink,
My Saviour, my Friend.
Dear God, I count on You, please bring
This depression to an end.

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AJ Ryan, 19 january 2012

Long Road of Life

Life is a long road.
At the start is a learning process,
Learning the road twists and turns
And has ups and downs.
Patches of the tarmac can be ruined, dirty and rough,
As well as it always smooth.
Beauty is always came across,
Whether it is passing by a pretty girl
Or nature as pretty as her.
At the end of the road,
Time can fly fast in your car
Or cruise slow,
But in the end
You will take a look back and say
'Wow, what a journey.'

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AJ Ryan, 18 january 2012

Fight in the Making

I clench my fists tight,
I feel fired up and able
To bash him with all my might
Like I bash my fists on this table.

His words hurt and pierced me
Like a knife that cuts one dead.
I breath heavy, slowly...and deep,
As I write a letter in my head;

'Dear God, please
Let me smack him in the jaw.
I'm waiting, I'm teased,
Forget the parents' house laws.'

As I pen this poem in rage,
I grind my teeth like hard rocks scraping.
I walk away from this page
Because there's a fight in the making.

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AJ Ryan, 18 january 2012

Now A Reality

I see pitch black, and then blue,
The blue of a clear tropical sky,
Partnered with wispy clouds
And the sun smiling down, towering above me.

I shake off my tired head
And stagger out of my hammock,
To cool myself down in the sea,
Though near-blindness kicks in
From the shining, sparkling water.
This still does not stop me from having a relaxing swim
Before the tide forces me gracefully back to shore.

At sunset, I stroll along home
Walking along the steep cliff edge,
I see the horizon eating up the descending sun,
As the sun leaves a fiery, blurry yellow line
Reflecting on the rippling water.

I then arrive at my beautiful seaside villa.
Oh my God I had a dream of living in this palace,
And it is now a reality.

I open the door with a smile,
And I am welcomed by the sight
Of my lotto-winning ticket,
In a frame, on my wall.

Oh my God I had a dream of living this life
And it is now a reality.

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AJ Ryan, 18 january 2012

Like Toy Soldiers

You have some sort of gun
In your hands all the time.
You're always together as one,
Usually in a straight line.

The colours that you wear
Symbolise the filth
That makes your chats heat up like flairs,
Showing no remorse or guilt.

You believe everyone else are bowling pins,
Think you can knock them down without vain.
But you're as thick as your skin,
Don't have a brain.

You play your stupid game,
Shoot at each other's side.
Why would you bother going through this pain?
An answer's never been supplied.

For you, the days will never get older.
Because you gangsters will fall quick,
Like toy soldiers.

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AJ Ryan, 16 january 2012

On A Snowy Winter Day

The silence was so startling
As I walked on a snowy winter day.
The owl in his tree hooted partly,
But that was all nature had to say.

The thick foggy snow poured down and blinded my sight,
It painted every single outside solid white;
The endless grass and trees,
All the rugged cracked fences,
The empty roads and streets,
And them lonely park benches,
The frozen-over lakes,
The roofs of all houses,
Every jet black painted gate
And my brand new coat and trousers.

I imagine parents and kids playing in the snow,
Throwing snowballs making themselves some wings.
Although simple, it's like an entertainment show.
Imagine this is the fun frozen precipitation brings.

The blanket of snow is bitter,
But it wraps me up with happiness and warmth
Without a snowy winter,
I'm like paper, easily torn.

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AJ Ryan, 16 january 2012

Writing A Poem

Click, click,
Says the pen in my hand,
Day is bland
As it runs away from every woman and man.

Say to myself,
'Words need to be more effective and strong,
It's all wrong.'
Day's free as springtime, but this is taking too long.

Step, step.
I'm no longer a tree rooted to the ground.
I'm pacing around
Thinking of what to write a poem about.

What about nature?
I could amplify the rustling green leaves
In the strong breeze
And the woodpecker knocking at the jagged brown trees.

Maybe love?
I could talk about my darling wife,
The sunlight
That gives me direction in life.

Oh death...
I could put myself in rain as happiness drowns,
The tender tears drip down,
With a quiet goodbye to my princess without the crown.

Could also do summer,
Make the reader sweat under large heat mass,
Yellow bees buzzing past
As I relax on the green freshly cut grass.

Oh also winter...
See the brown leaves jump for their lives,
Dead under blanket of white,
As the freezing breeze strangles any warmth alive.

What about a newborn?
Hear life's only satisfying cry,
Mother's relieving sigh
As both parents are in wonder high as the sky.

Maybe music...
Let the soft harmonic tunes comfort my ears,
Filtered of stress and fear
As the tired drowsy eyes appear.

Woah...
My mind has just had a transformation.
After long duration,
The pipeline has burst with imagination.

Good,
After hours in my room and after T.V. shows were missed,
It's like bliss,
Being prepared in writing a poem...

Like this.

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AJ Ryan, 16 january 2012

We Could

I could have a house with you, my dear wife,
A sweet home for us and our kids,
And enjoy the simple headlight bright life
We always wanted to live,
Be it listening to the choir nestled in the trees
Or having a vivid view of the sparkling diamond ocean,
We could do it all hand in hand with ease
With all positive emotions.
Our days would always shine like its sun,
Never dark and underground.
We could look back at how fine our lives had run
When the big sunset comes around.

Well
I
Could have had it
All, with you
If you were, with
Me.

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AJ Ryan, 15 january 2012

That Fire on a Winter Night

Oh that fire on a winter night...
The hands swish and sway
Up the chimney, but leave behind
The heat of it, caressing
My skin with its fingertips,
Smothering the bitter draught dead.

It's a swarm of warmth,
The light of my night,
Comfort in day of discomfort...
Oh that fire on a winter night.

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AJ Ryan, 15 january 2012

Soldiers

You all run, dashing like raging bulls
Dodging gatling bullets to leave a crackless skull.
You shoot every sitting duck until swimming in pool of red,
All with the power of a finger pull.

You wear off your legs it does appear,
Time for a new pair to help you persevere.
Like gladiators, you fight to the last hit dead.
Here stage crew, shine the spotlight over here.

Like a swarm of bees in the same uniforms,
You unite, never leave one forlorn.
For your beloved nation, blood is shed
And miles are walked in rough storms.

It's clear as day, your nation's in your heart and veins.
It's for honour, it's love, it's torture and pain.
You're heroes, admired, in our prayers before bed
And cherished like pure golden chains.

It is never always the happy bedtime story.
Tears will be forced out, the battlefield will get gory.
But throughout upcoming years, let this be read;
Soldiers, win or lose, you are men of glory.

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