Ryan Muddiman - Singer-songwriter-poet
  • birth.
  • words.
    • poems-unanchored lyrics >
      • sliver
      • gift
      • In Your Way
      • List of Demands
      • a portion of a thought of a glimpse of a moment of a mystery
      • ...not in the...
      • heal
      • ten years + old
      • How Long Might An Hour Be?
      • Dead Folk Are Funny
      • NY
      • Fall.Rise.Fall.
      • truth
      • eulogy/anagram
      • Center
      • Spiritual Striptease
      • differ
      • A Glass For Wine?
      • All My Greatest Works
      • I Want - I'll Take
      • A Season Of You
      • soles.
      • Deluge
      • Seeds
      • Words
      • Emotional Fallout
      • Cradle And The Noose
      • I Search For Tragedy
      • Will It Be A Real Page Turner?
      • Seeds Of Karma
      • I Tried To Give You Up
      • Lament
      • Lofty Thoughts Linger
      • Sleepless
      • Ghosts, Bullets, And Pills
      • Bleeding For Peace
      • At The Corner Of 8th And God Street >
        • I
        • II
      • Dancing
      • Love is a Ghost
      • Birds
      • A Curious Anomaly
      • Losing Time
      • Πολλοί άνθρωποι (Polloí ánthropoi)
      • Thirty Years
      • The Tall Grass
      • Black Rings
      • To Drown
      • Humming
      • Notastrokebutlife
      • For Buk
      • Skin Prison Suffering
      • Faces
      • A Love Affair
      • Knowledge Never Sought
      • Since The Fire
    • 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
      • On Exile
      • 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
For Buk

He wore his demons on the outside 
Made no apologies for telling it
Exactly how he thought it was
He thought you were a shit, he fucking told you

Booze, broads, brawls
Whatever the moment brought
He fucking lived it

If it wasn't piss, and maybe if it was,
And he didn't know it..
It met his throat with welcome

If she shook her ass
Or bounced her breasts 
She was good-goddamn-fun

You wanna try your luck?
Push his fucking buttons
He wouldn't hesitate to break the guilty digits

A broken child
Held together 
By the pocks of drowning in the moment

The pulp of black sparrows
Made his bed
And he lived in it

Found his love
But it didn't kill him...
Directly

Living has an ultimate destination 
Living wholly leads to a life complete

Living wholly doesn't have to consume
Living wholly, with the presence on conscience,
Is still within the grasp of those looking at death
Fearlessly flipping the fucking bird 
To the crutch of weakness
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Respect for the man and his works
Needn't be poisoned by
His inability to choke the life
Out of those visible demons

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