Round-about

Running around in circles of avenues gone by

Never knowing which way to take on my own

Confusing times split by my own rationality

I hit the choke and stall changing my tone

Where do I go for an insane idea in a sane place

Another path goes by and my thoughts go away

Wishfull thinking for a rock next to a hard place

If I take this right will I be wrong.. it doesn't say

Jumbled up and confused on lanes to take

Taking turns going wrong in a one way street

I look for someone I knew but they are fake

I must get up, get up, GET UP onto my Feet.

Wow! Where did this come from a waking moment

All stemming from a person already to turn to shout

Where are we heading in this self agonizing atonement?

Where the heck am I heading in this real life round-about?

Ryan Chandler

10/16/08

Who Cares?

Shattered Images of our past memories

Jumbled into a picture of a chaotic pattern

Of digested heartfelt feelings that varies

 In the middle of a right and a wrong turn.

Shortness of a breath and a dying heartbeat

That lies in between a lost paradise and a reality.

Meaningless figures that take us off our feet

A numbness that mixes our thoughts with frailty.

The selfishness in a lost and shadowed love

Never knowing the shifting balance of our lives

Making up distant emotions that make us shove

Each other into a conversation of emotional sighs.

Walking in the shadows of our feelings

Always mine to yours and yours to hers.

We live in a constant paused life of dealings

Wondering to ourselves who else cares?

Ryan Chandler

06/09/2008

Lost Again, Found Again

Blank Stares in a sea of upset faces

Tribulations of the hierarchy at hand

Currents in an ocean of shifting places

We all see the wind filled with sand.

Can we accumulate the satisfactions

Of territories lost and claimed again

Have we lost our place in the pantheons

Is mankind lost with in that blame?

Finger pointing to all the savages

Loss of common sense on a global scale

Children lost to just being averages

We must do something before we fail.

History is dooming us all to repeat

We must learn from our countless mistakes

To take control of our own future, not cheat

And not to hide behind these social fakes!

By Ryan Chandler

05/22/2008

SHADOWS IN THE NIGHT
 
 A man in black, ambling down the path,
 Merry is he as he thought to himself,
 Riches galore in the beast's berth.
 On his back a blade crafted from the Elf.

Hilted with the desire to taste blood,
And made with vengeance of the heart.
Quick as a knight's death feud,
Forged by Necromancy, the dark art.

A shadow traverses in the night sky.
Huge in mass and nimble in flight,
A beast that is cunning and very sly.
His mother is the moon and his brother is the night.

Drako is his name and a Dragon is he.
Born in fire and set with knowledge.
His breath and words were the key.
His heart was pushed to the edge.

Watching silently where the dragon had laid.
To hide his scent, he lathered with muck of the marsh.
The man pushed on to the lair the beast had made,
Quietly and slowly moving through the bush.

As he watched the dragon plummet to its home,
The stench of death came to his nose,
Softly perfumed with the smell of a tomb.
Where this scent came from nobody knows.

A dead knight, a slain maiden, maybe a man,
Mistaken by the presence of the beast.
Wandering in this hole into another land,
Where life and beauty seems to cease.

Sword in hand, shaking, he pushes on.
Taken by a low rumble that shakes the ground,
Sweat on his back slowly trickling down,
This man is experienced with this sound!

The beast is in sight resting from the flight.
Silently the man says his death prayer.
He knows not of any change this night.
The beast speaks, "Welcome Dragon Slayer..."

By: Ryan Chandler

2002

Loneliness
 
Tangle into my world for a moment
And become enthralled by the outcome
To see my soul urge by your scent
And see my heart warm by your sun

Feather walk across the seas of doubt
And have sustenance in the poll of reason
These are my desires that I have sought
For so long in this lonely season

Your lips sweep across mine
I plead in ecstasy for your body
Wrapped up onto you like a vine
Slowly becoming sweet and naughty

Tears of joy cascade my face
As I reach out for the stars
Your touch reminds me of lace
Revealing the forbidden power of Mars
 
As our bodies become one
A flash of light appears or so it would seem
The loneliness once again has won
It…It was all just a dream!!!

By: Ryan Chandler

2003

My Darkness
 
As my light leaves, the darkness consumes me,
Like a beast clawing and ripping inside,
I look for an answer, something to set me free.
I need a soothing voice someone to confide.
darkness
The temptation rises like the moon in the sky.
Slowly, surely, gradually it rides the night.
It is the truth, it is the way, and it will never lie
The dark consumes, with help it could be bright.
Darkness
I am the moon that has lost the light,
My sun has forsaken me to the void of darkness
I am disappearing, vanishing into the night
I am the moon of my own sadness
DArkness
People look for me, but I am gone, I am a shell
My light is dimming, it is fading away
They can't find the person I once was, I am not well
I have lost my light, my hope, my way
DARKness
My light will be gone, and the darkness will prevail
I'm losing my soul, my spirit, my balance soon.
The beast is coming my humanity is way too frail.
blackness
NO! My sun will come, I know, for I am the moon

By Ryan Chandler

2005

They Walk Among Us

Angels walk among us everyday.
Their faces are aglow with a heavenly light.
Happiness and love is always their way
To look upon them is a miracle on your sight
 
Apparitions that are of you reincarnate
They are your one final redemption
To give them love is never too late
You are their one and only salvation

To know them is to love them
They have your eyes, ears, and face
To them you are their only kin
Spirits woven together like lace

Difficult journeys ahead lie in wait
A new life begging to be discovered
Life's lessons are wrapped in your fate
Showing you that there is more to be learned
 
Angels walk among us everyday
You love, respect, and honor them
Their happiness is always your way
For they,… are our children

By: Ryan Chandler

2005

A wondering man…

A man walks his own path undisturbed by his own intuition

He studies his life in full agonizing detail and comes to know himself

Through miniscule objective reasoning he comes to an accusation

That he feels empty and lonely and shows the world no wealth.

Is he the pauper or the preacher it is this he does not know

He spends his life studying life and the society he lives with in

Wondering which path he should follow to find his flow

The acolyte or the commander where exactly does he fit in?

One day in great speculation of his life and everything that exist

He sees a man in a lake old and weary from years that have passed

The old man looks back at him with contempt shaking his aged fist

The man is dejected, he speaks, why do you forsake me in my task?

The old man sighs and looks with wondering eyes that cut like a knife

The man is taken aback when he realizes that the old man is himself

To spend your life wondering who you are wastes away your own life

In all this I hope you understand all you have to do is be true to yourself.

Ryan Chandler

04/19/2008

Thank You…

Sitting here in the darkness thinking

Of the past, present, and future times

She was there for all the fighting,

And was there when life was all limes.

Good times went by with her right by our side.

She is the favorite Aunt I wish I always had.

She may not fly and heaven she doesn't reside,

But to us our guardian angel has came and landed.

Our lives have been enriched by her,

Whenever we fell her hand came first.

Troubles came but her love was the cure,

Relieving the pressure before one of us burst.

So I write this to our one loving savior.

You have been there when we had so few,

You loved us even with our bad behavior,

Barbara I guess what I am saying is… Thank You.

By: Ryan Chandler

02/25/08

Stay and Fight

 Footsteps in the darkness surrounded by silence.

A figure of a former man trapped in his own steeple,

Loosened passion from a love of past ignorance,

He stands still and alone among a sea of people.

Never knowing who to love and who to hate,

Opening himself all too much to a world with pain,

Accepting this life as a cruel twist of fate.

Slipping slowly forward and becoming insane.

An unknown world of light and happiness,

Strangeness fills his mind with unyielding doubt,

So used to the darkness and his own loneliness,

That his soul screams and his heart begins to shout.

I will not go down in my own darkness.

I will stay in this unknown blinding light.

Until my ears go deaf and my eyes suffer blindness,

From here and beyond I will stay and fight.

                                              By: Ryan Chandler

                                                                         02/24/08