Ryan Sanders

Ryan Sanders Poems

You are a beautiful terra firma
With beautiful people
Rich in history
Rich in prosperity
...

As I walk along this unknown path of emotions
I find myself in front of a mirror...staring at a sad eyed
soul with rags of despair draped over its shoulders and
an anvil chained to its heart. What is this? I ask
...

This heavy heart of mine
causes a dull thud in my
chest. Unintentional actions
have caused this anvil heart
...

Lost in causality, a confused
Mind sets forward on life and the
Abstract concept of metaphysics.
Many explanations yet none
...

These words, do they not make
A screwed up kind of sense?
A rapture of lines and thought,
Impaired by that clear poison
...

The concept of time is
Like a cloth
Waving in the wind.
The wind collides
...

t seems this world is senseless
I sit here under this spell of restlessness
...

How am I not myself when I thought
I knew myself like a cat on it's 8th life?
Self-control and moderation is like a dam,
restrain! ...but this dam has broken.
...

These words have never been written
Suppressed because of the Inquisition
No longer can I lie here
Watching you live in fear
...

Your eyelids are a nest for flies
You fight for your food
You walk in excrement filled streetways
Also known as your home
...

11.

These men who are leading
They are blind
With our children bleeding
Will they leave them fallen behind?
...

You never seem to listen
Still I listen to you
Because I'm forced to
I’ll now have you know
...

I feel this is not enough
These words I write give me a notion
As though they are strong as steel in the duct
Sheltered from the exploitation
...

14.

It seems as though
Our life energy
Continously flows
Reborn into the Unknown
...

15.

It is the Whistle I hear
Rattling my subconscious
There should be no fear
For release is upon us
...

On the right path
Was caught up in the past
Now I have accepted
Instead of rejected
...

I am Whistling
Are you Listening?
Ready for what comes Next
What is written in this Text?
...

Searching for serenity
Hidden away, somewhere for me to find
Not in the Divine Trinity
For that is a lie
...

I hate the way I feel
Thinking of what I have done, what I had
It's like my skin has begun to peel
I'll always remember the good times, this is the only bad
...

We need someone like you
To bring a light into the world
We need someone like you
To help us see this through
...

Ryan Sanders Biography

I am living in Alaska and attending college where I plan to pursue an extensive education in Philosophy, Psychology, Sociology, Journalism(?) and an undecided area of Natural Science. I also plan to attend college for the remainder of my life teaching what I learn and writing poetry, books, essays and articles to promote awareness and unity among the people of Earth. I am here for a reason, one that is so massive I am only beginning to understand it's true concept and depth. I will need all the help I can get to do what needs to be done. Everyone is here for a specific reason, keep that in mind.)

The Best Poem Of Ryan Sanders

To You, Africa

You are a beautiful terra firma
With beautiful people
Rich in history
Rich in prosperity

You are a land of life hard lived
Through droughts and famines
Your people had a lot to give

Your villages were of close community
Unlike that of civilization
You were the best example
that the world could have seen

Then the toubob began to arrive
And your people were taken
With no regard for your childrens lives
I know you are still shaken

Taken from the land they loved
Shoving their beloved Earth into their mouth
For one last taste of you, Africa

Your people have been stolen
Your people have been killed
Your generations have been lost
Your families have been torn apart

Your people have been enslaved
Your women have been raped
Your people have long suffered
Your people have lived through misery

Stolen for what purpose
Other than to be a serf
Some say it could have been worse
But we know it was the worst

Africa, your people are great
Your people are strong
Your people survived through it all
Your people still sung their songs

After 1865 they were freed
Yet still they were enslaved it seemed
Today there are still places that ban your people
Brought here unwillingly, to this 'land of the free'

Your people are who can change this nation
Your people are here for that reason
All hope is not lost
We will succeed regardless of the cost

This is to you, Africa

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Ryan everson 02 July 2018

If this is my dear friend ryan i miss you bro i hope your well your poetry is powerful

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