Biography of Ryan Sanders
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.
Ryan Sanders's Works:
I am working on those.
Ryan Sanders Poems
To You, Africa
You are a beautiful terra firma With beautiful people Rich in history Rich in prosperity
As I Walk...
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
These men who are leading They are blind With our children bleeding Will they leave them fallen behind?
Your eyelids are a nest for flies You fight for your food You walk in excrement filled streetways Also known as your home
These words have never been written Suppressed because of the Inquisition No longer can I lie here Watching you live in fear
Causality And Time
Standing here, I am An event separate from time Wrapped within the folds of causality Drifting around me, time is
We need someone like you To bring a light into the world We need someone like you To help us see this through
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
Searching for serenity Hidden away, somewhere for me to find Not in the Divine Trinity For that is a lie
I am Whistling Are you Listening? Ready for what comes Next What is written in this Text?
On the right path Was caught up in the past Now I have accepted Instead of rejected
It is the Whistle I hear Rattling my subconscious There should be no fear For release is upon us
It seems as though Our life energy Continously flows Reborn into the Unknown
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
These men who are leading
They are blind
With our children bleeding
Will they leave them fallen behind?
Oh America what has happened to thee?
You were the envy of all nations
Now you are viewed as treacherous
Why have you become so carnivorous?