Sy Bryant

Tag: peace

  • The Night

    The Night

    The night is my worst enemy,

    with its shadows of mystery

    trying to get me. 

    The darkness knows all that I am,

    seeing me strong and weak,

    always in constant watch

    tempting me

    with that wicked energy. 

    The night is the only way to the sun. 

    Yet hides the way

    for patience sake,

    nothing more could be done. 

    Waiting to wait. 

    Anticipating

    the suns rays,

    hoping light

    will show a new way

    away from this dark retreat.

    The night and me

    have nothing but contempt.

    We know each other’s moves,

    yet we never go further

    than distant associates.  

    A head nod is all that’s exchanged,

    as night hints it’s time

    for you to get out the way.

    The night stills the world. 

    To rest. 

    To become new. 

    The night moves suns shadows and focus

    causing me to lose focus. 

    The night

    The tranquility of the unseen,

    nothing is visible in its serene. 

  • Eternity

    Eternity

    Eternity of vengeance

    Lays beneath my skin

    Absorbing every pain

    Every situation I’m in

    Gently gliding fluidly

    Patiently feeling unity

    Eternity of envy

    Admiring possessive beings

    building their happiness

    Creatively framing this

    Projecting different opportunities

    Anxiety of empty dreams

    Eternity of forgiveness

    Voided understanding

    Impossibility treating you differently

    Imagining you didn’t damage

    Awoke inner savage

    Hardened into hatefulness

    Eternity of kindness

    Sweet summer breeze

    Surf rising below your knees

    Remembering the hatefulness

    Accepting gracefulness

    Rejecting the peace in this

    Once or twice you can blame someone else,

    But when it’s routine you gotta blame yourself.

  • Days Long Gone

    Days Long Gone

    Time gone. 

    And every time

    the past comes to the present,

    I can feel the present

    being wasted again. 

    That past is cemented

    in the deep caravans

    of the earths core.

    There is nothing

    that can be done

    with days long gone.   

    Time alone.

    In the midst of time

    it stands alone. 

    Unstoppable. 

    Unforgiving.

    I just need a single moment

    to allow the past pain to heal. 

    But you push me forward

    as if my pain is irrelevant. 

    There is nothing

    that can be done

    with days long gone. 

    Time free.

    Never once paid for you,

    but you are constantly in my life. 

    Each day

    I become more indebted

    yet I never even asked for you. 

    I need freedom. 

    You’ve held me too long.

    There is nothing

    that can be done

    with days long gone.

    Time bound. 

    I cannot find peace. 

    You hold me so tightly

    I cannot see my next step.

    And I struggle

    to even believe. 

    Why do you command

    my life

    so strongly. 

    Why cannot I

    just be I. 

    There is nothing

    that can be done

    with days long gone.

  • Just Ride

    Just Ride

    Ride….. As far as possible. 

    There is no time or speed quest.

    Just a feeling of emptiness.

    Striving to have a mind clear of any premeditated thought. 

    Focused on spiritual oneness , aligning the mind to push the body past what it was taught.

    Ride…..Far away. 

    Up a hill I know I cannot climb. 

    Chasing down the speeders staying right on their line. 

    Reaching eagerly for that point of exhaustion. 

    Pushing relentlessly until there is nothing left but the will to say hold on.

    Ride…. Far into.

    Into that bliss of nothingness where no one exist. 

    Just having hydrating liquids as my only salvation. 

    Feeling that physical pain. 

    Muscles tightening. All the while I get stronger and stronger.

    There is nothing close to the spiritual awakening than challenging yourself beyond your own beliefs. 

    Ride …. Ride out of. 

    Out of the limits of world. 

    Into this community of individuals seeking the same euphoria of oneness with nothingness.    

  • Can I Get To Know You?

    Can I Get To Know You?

    Can I get to know ya

    Wanna know what’s real with ya

    Cause it has to be something

    That I’m missin with ya

    Its like every once in a while

    Everything calms down

    Like I’m in the eye of the storm

    And I asking myself what’s wrong

    What is going on in this place

    Never seen such a calm space

    Can I get to know ya

    Can I get to know ya

    Cause Its obvious I don’t know ya

    I know I been in your presence

    Cannot even count the times

    But you got my face wound up

    Should I be shocked or surprised

    My pessimism cannot appreciate this

    Optimistically I’ve been waiting for this

    Looking skeptically, not sure what to do

    Should I sit directly next to you

    Can I get to know ya

    Can I get to know ya

    I must need a refresher course

    Cause when I see ya

    I don’t know the course

    Is it rough and rigid

    Memorized your digits

    Bewildered by this change

    When someone asked

    I didn’t even know my own name

    If I had one wish in this world

    Can I get to know ya

    Can I get to know ya

    Need to avoid those sore spots

    When you making dinner

    I’m cleaning the pots

    If you sweep

    Then I’ll vacuum

    Taking the trash out

    You ain’t got to ask me

    Filling every void that I can

    I’ll show you all that I am

    Can I get to know ya

  • Counting Up Missed Opportunities

    Counting Up Missed Opportunities

    Counting up missed opportunities

    Somehow they didn’t become dear to me

    When you were here

    Life was forever

    So there was always another opportunity

    Then the life I was expecting

    Didn’t become reality

    And all those words

    Each thought

    Every dream

    Just turned into a fantasy

    Counting up missed opportunities

    Reflecting on personal interactions

    As if they were just simple transactions

    Debits and credits constantly

    Managing self fulfilling accounts

    Never took into account

    That one day the coffers would be empty

    Hearing the words didn’t scare me

    Just left me empty

    They said you were gone

    But no one said what was wrong

    Counting up missed opportunities

    Convincing myself

    Everything happens for a reason

    Telling myself

    God doesn’t make mistakes

    Looking in the mirror

    Hoping to see strength

    Instead of this reality

    I absolutely want to avoid the ceremony

    I think it’s called paying our last respects

    Instead I turned off everything I had left

    Counting up missed opportunity

    Admitting each mistake I’ve made

    Making vain promises

    That I will never be in this situation again

    Promising to tell everyone I love them

    Promising to make time while they are here

    Promising that nothing material will interfere

    Promising that this pain will end

    Yet I stand over this casket

    Tears breaking through

    Realizing every one of my sins

  • Subtle Breeze

    Subtle Breeze

    Staring into this subtle breeze

    Continuous cloud blocking the burning sun

    Endless sand finally touching my homeland

    Left to wonder, and understand this new summer

    This new summer showing me the past

    Encapsulating every bias I have

    Serenity can only be leased

    Why must I have this break in peace?

    This break in peace

    Pounds a deafening frequency

    Wanting to believe in something

    Not destined for me

    For me the world is too much

    Staggered in analysis causing paralysis

    Yet I will claim

    It’s all in Christ’s name

    In Christ’s name I pray

    If I were a strong as he

    Then I would know what this life really means

    Selfishly believing in a feeling I’ll never know

    I’ll never know what it means

    To sacrifice your own life

    For someone you don’t even know

    Somehow finding an existence in everything I hold dear

    Everything I hold dear

    Held in the chasm of my mind

    Holding every doubt with ease

    Staring into the subtle breeze