Ryan Muddiman - Singer-songwriter-poet
  • birth.
  • words.
    • poems-anchored to song >
      • Lover Goodbye
      • Damn
      • Strange And Beautiful
      • Never Let
      • Burden
      • Novel
      • Don't Forget To Feel
      • Silent Blue
      • Song For Tyler
      • Humble Resolve
      • God III
      • He Said, She Said
      • In Spite Of All
      • Forever's Too Long
      • Scab
      • Lying
    • on writing >
      • Burial of Self-Delusion
      • Every One of Us
      • Letter to Self 9-1-15
      • Filthy Whore of Demand
      • Music is
      • In This Moment
  • music.
  • elements of truth / press.
    • City Beat Magazine - Interview be Ezra Waller
    • City Beat Magazine - Interview by C.A. MacConnell
  • images-moving and still.
  • reaching out
  • death (BUY ME).
  • New Page
  • In This Moment
Black Rings

These black rings
Echo forever in a blink
Hovering above
Pearly-off-whites

If sleep ever granted forgiveness
For trespasses 
Non-existent
I'd wake each morning
A new man forgiven

But Sleep grants glimpses
Of shadows behind a veil
Where all need not be forgiven...
Seen as a "man" without fail

Where colors blur
And words they whir
Inside grey matter protection
Of white matter blurs
The truth, absolute, and pure
Nothing need be forgiven

There's no calculated murder
Of holdings
Sacrosanct and true
Of bindings tied from time
And without time 
'Tween me and you

I'll give my waking
And my sleep
Without hesitation
And take
You will
All I have
Without respectful reservation

And trespass lies
At your hand
Nothing begs forgiveness
In your mind
And from your conscience 
Nothing will ever free us

From the one great lie
You've told yourself
And made yourself believe it

That I'm a Devil
Draped in Black
Endeavoring to cause pain
Regardless of
All truths professed...
Professions resound sane

When sleep it falls
Across your eyes
Your truth is somehow different
Than the Truth that wails
From reasonable speech
Without need to be repentant

You'll wake, I'll wake
And carry on again
With differing tales
Of waking worlds
That'd break much lesser men

And to you I'll beg
For listening to
Not forgiveness
But understanding
When upon deaf ears
The truth will fall
Repeating once again

I'll find my way
Into the sleep
That never wants to come
For hope of seeking
Understanding
That should come from welcome love
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So I'll whittle my days
Into the nights
Peeling off my days
With hope
Naive hope
That by now 
Should find a Way

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