Sy Bryant

Tag: writer

  • When Pens Speak

    When Pens Speak

    I lost you

    I mean I lost me

    What I am trying to say

    Is there are times

    When I can barely speak

    When the world is yelling

    There are people demanding

    My only respite

    When Pens Speak

    When Pens Speak

    No thought is hidden

    Emptying my mind

    Every drop of ink sublime

    Even when I artificial create beauty

    And I am left typing

    Every word holding onto me

    Loosen me to be at peace

    It’s like I lose track of time

    Because there is something I cannot describe

    But if you let me just try

    I am holding this plastic cylinder

    Just one thumb pressing down

    And I am immediately transcended

    And now I am trying to articulate words

    Some that I barely know

    But it helps with the flow

    When Pens Speak

    When Pens Speak

    Its always an easy evening

    Even if I am out of every bit of energy

    The alarm doesn’t need to call upon me

    It is that law of attraction that brings me in

    I know my pen is not enough

    I become a fiend for that energy

    To hear those words that can only be spoken

    Reading it would not do it justice

    When Pens Speak

  • Epiphany of Pain

    Epiphany of Pain

    The Epiphany of Pain

    Imaging the first devastation

    Never imaging something so impactful

    Powerful words rattling my psyche

    Humbled by a chance opportunity

    To be the chosen few

    Nothing prepared us

    for what lay ahead

    Manhood, shining in the thunderous rain

    The Epiphany of Pain

    If we could yet awake from that dream

    Could not fathom the reality of things

    The physical challenges awaited us

    Mentally we were barely off of empty

    Linked in friendship kept our resiliency

    Rolling one after another

    Scholarship, massacred into our brain

    The Epiphany of Pain

    Illogically slowly accepting this fate

    Engulfed with idealistic thoughts

    Walking bridges others have taught

    Pursuing obstacles with a dogmatic view

    Listening to truths spoken by twisted knaves

    Realizing the crystal stair ancestors had to bare

    Perseverance, grinding to become insane

    The Epiphany of Pain

    Accepting the fallacy of all I hold dear

    There was but six standing there

    Climbing through the the darkest night

    Shoulder to shoulder, days to night

    Rebuilt in the shadow of KAOS hard ways

    Souls combined into the Kaotix 6ix

    Uplift, birthed in the hardest of ways