Fighter

This time of year is crazy.
The moon rises
and somehow, crisis is the sister
behind the knockout.

Weight is the thing that
decides fate.
The knockout,
the rhythm that rings 'round hallows.

The urgency, the need to
be let out.
To be shared, to be
the knockout.

The scent is straight.
The cent is bent.
The past is never tense.
Over the fence.
Knocked out.

You keep the 'sation.
I'm gone.

Burdens as head.
Babylon as leg.

I arrive as unstoppable.
The rhythm that rings 'round hallows.

Fancy chances fall.
The little ones kinda ruin it.
Crossing me.
The knockout.

Giving the system a yesterdays chance.
A witness
a rush
a way of knowledge.
This way~that way.

A wound out.
A lockout.
A knockout.

-RYO

Tell

Like a yell
the hope
the trust
all confessions
those I refuse at hand
like the fate that has been
a yell

A sunflower seed
I'll no longer pretend
to march in again
so deep

The pages
temporary
like refuse in hand

The place
the surrender

The flight
the angels
revolving throughout the night
tied
burning one last light

its alright

RYO

Love 1

From the plan
to the stand built of sand,
the waves rise to spoil the show.
Those were the days.

We can do it again.
We can just do it the same.

The reason is-
we can.
Layered, covered, like a compressed
deep purple of appreciation.

We can do it again.
We can change this world.

The fact that time exists,
makes it possible to love someone.

RYO

Thunder

To weave in the moonlight
is a curse to thunder and all about.

The poker found
is just the one I've dreamed of for you.

A settlement- a shovel.
A pain so deep its past the scream.
Like an engine with no steam.

A barrel of keys,
all strip for me.

Those doors,
those that don't turn into a last step,
make you break.

In arms.
This time the jumping is falling.

Like a day off.
A hard story to tell.
Like a harbor with no lights.

A curse to thunder and all about.

RYO

Hare

There is a distance that is found within.
Like waiting for results.

An emptiness that has been expected,
shows face to be saved, raised and praised.

Mouse trap.
Contraptions snapping at heels,
beg for an explanation.

There is an audience found within.
Like a school of fish in the the storefront.
A forum is set.
Judges will judge, and curtains will close.

RYO

'Falls

Roots ruling
just off the road.

Like mother
holding child.

Like blood flowing,
blessed, going to The 'Falls.

RYO

Ras

No matter right,
me feel Christ.

No matter wrong,
Satta still strong.

No matter right,
Satta still wrong.

No matter wrong,
me still feel right.