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AJ Ryan, 2 january 2012

A Bad Man Called Liquor

I awake slowly to see
A bad man called Liquor.
I look at him as he sits beside me,
And he makes me feel sicker.

I look at him and I feel
His sharp blade ends,
Stinging the nerves of my teeth
When I became his friend.

I look at him and I think
Of last night when he put me to sleep.
All I wanted was just one drink
But he made me fall, like stones, in a heap.

I look at him and I crack,
I stand to pick him up.
I say 'Dear Liquor, you're not coming back,
I've had just about enough.'

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AJ Ryan, 29 january 2012

The Black Leather Couch

The cold black leather
Glues to me as I
Sink in comfortably
Without a fight in my tired body.

All that enters the room
Just can't stagger to their feet,
Surrender to the noble
Furniture royalty.

It blends into the room
Like a shy bat in the shadow.

Years have passed...years.
Cracked wrinkles are now covering
It's shining skin,
But like an untamed
Sixty-Nine Mustang

It still does the job,
Oh boy it does.

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AJ Ryan, 28 january 2012

One Day California

The nature blossoms boastfully
Like a vivid, colourful flower.
The evergreen trees stand rigidly over me
Like they're green and brown towers.

The sizzling sand trickles through the soft toes
Of those who promenade on the beaches with ease.
You can escape the cold all loaths
And be painted tan in a pleasurable breeze.

You can buy a convertable and roll in it
Through avenues, past villas.
Life is free, you're in control of it,
No need to fight life like guerillas.

You can drive by majestic snow-topped mountains
And winding safe sunset roads,
Driving like you're aiming for the horizon, no day counting.
When to stop? Don't really know.

The city lights glisten like glitter,
The buildings themselves are alive and breathing.
Some throw this life away like litter,
I'd find it impossible leaving.

Yes I do worry and lose the smile
When I think of the San Andreas Fault,
And I adore Ireland, the Emerald Isle,
My love for here is strong as asphalt.

Still, I dream and dream more every damn dream
Is situated in just that one place.
In one second I can think of California's supremes,
And get that cute happy face.

I want to be there under the fiery sun
And under the sensational soothing moon.
There's Utopias all around the world, but this is my one.
California, I hope to see you soon.

One day California...
One day.

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AJ Ryan, 25 january 2012

Bad Day

An out-of-tune harmony
Embarassing sound in its entrirety

A shabby, dented car
Coughing for fuel

A sturdy stage floor turned into a trap door
As it collapses under innocent feet

A cold stone monument that
Topples like mature timber

A prancing deer, sipping spring water
Shot, blown dead

A tall scaffold
Crumbling like biscuits in hand

A fishing boat
Eaten up by a hungry wave

This is what my day is like

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AJ Ryan, 21 january 2012

Nemesis

Clean shining blonde hair,
Eyes blue and bright like icebergs.
My future falling down the stairs,
His going high and skyward.

In the dictionary, defines
Confident and Charismatic.
The Saviour, the hero all the time.
Strolls in, makes the girls ecstatic.

Runs past me and the wind,
Fit, healthy and athletic.
Cute smile and cheeky grin,
In no way is he pathetic.

Dear money, dear cars
And a dearly fancy mansion.
Snooker table, basement bar
And wardrobe of Milan fashion.

Most futures around here are
The alleyway light that's dim.
All prays and wishes on a star
To be our nemesis, to be him.

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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, 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, 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, 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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A Bad Man Called Liquor

The Black Leather Couch

One Day California

Bad Day

Nemesis

Long Road of Life

Fight in the Making

On A Snowy Winter Day

That Fire on a Winter Night

Like Toy Soldiers

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