with no option to forget

It is this dark here.
It's hard to breath here,
I remember the places I froze while trying to walk.

reciting to myself, your words,
Thus I've worked these roads for you.

Plastered and battered and cut
some light barely gets to us.

reciting to myself, your words
Thus I've worked these roads with you.

I can't forget you.
pour through my lungs,
seep in my thoughts,
and walk through my spirit.

all kinds

Living is Seattle has been a real transition. I have enjoyed it so far even though it has been dificult.
The hardest part has been that I had a one month sinus infection that really kept me in bed and delayed a lot of stuff with the album and poetry.

I am back to writing and planning for the release of the album. So that's good news. Also I will be back in Maryland from Dec. 15 till after Christmas.

poetry and album coming soon,
Ryan

New Album

So, the new album has been recorded. I am very excited about it. Jeremy White and I got it done fast. One week and we are out. Now we need to mix it, so I am driving to SanDiego to mix with him. Meanwhile he is working on the ruff mixes.

There are a lot more vocals on this album than any of the other. I finally have learned to sing harmony and second melody.

can't wait,
Ryan

PS more of a pain-hope career soon.

I couldn't do it

Two days from one week in the studio to finish a whole progressive, polyrhythmic, acoustic/vocal based album. That means I have to have a lot of good ideas and be able to record them all quickly.

Afraid of being a con by listening to too much music too close to the recording sessions and not being able to seperate my ideas from what I just listened to, I told myself I wasn't going to listen to music until the record was recorded. However, tonight I got my laptop in working order again and the itunes store blitzkrieged me. I bought songs off Diary (by sunny day real estate), off the always open mouth (by fear before the march of flames), and a few at the drive-in songs. I failed-----now it's 2:33 am and I am listening----to music.

I don't feel too bad since it's not acoustic, or polyrhythmic music. Still, if you hear my next album, when it comes out and it sounds like any of the above bands, you have my permission to eliminate all my beloved house-pets.

out,
Ryan

PS I don't have house pets, and I am holding stock in SHLD

a pain-hope career (part 8)

He was splashed with fright;
very sudden,
after leaving,
to resume search for the wraith.


The grey blood scattered
in the water.
kumiko sat,
soaking up to his waist.


His task was fumbled
in distraction he faltered
the blood trail...difused.. .lost
He glared. The circling water shook.


Shadows of him
lay in strange reflections
but not the shadow he needed.


Now he feared smith
who's orders he had failed
kumiko the theif,
stolen book, and lost.


His eyes full glazed
his ears ignoring hiss
of his shadows
rising in the dome.


The space becoming full
grey hands in a rage
Kumiko's look
remained the same.


the book, he left closed.
Shadows forced him down.
and in dream like slowness
he saw his breath bubble.


"Smith won't miss you!"
the hiss seaped.

FIN

Hold on I’ll grab
The arm of your

Jacket
Iris
Eyes are this
Drained of color

I’ve been dreaming of the day
When we see him face to face
And I know it’s what we think about the most.

We haven’t reached
Our home of yet

Push through this
Scratch and dust
Temporal earth
For our home

I’ve been dreaming of the day
When we see him face to face
And I know it’s what we think about the most.

FIN

this is a new song. We play it heavy with anapra and I play it soft with an acoustic guitar by myself sometimes.

a pain-hope career (part 7)

Kumiko was lead
to rows end
of men sleeping
Death in the eyes on their face

The glow now a dim light
in them and their room.
Kumiko sat,
as one man took the stage.

The preacher then tumbled
One large word after another
But kumiko's ears were stopped
His eyes target was the book

ignored among them
it lay in the front, alone
bold, unknown, abandoned

words and wasting breath
droned over it's cover
the book was left neatly
closed and so lost.

Like waves, men poured
down rows resistanceless
past kumiko
till he was left alone

The room no longer full,
Weathered another change
the sealed book
remained, steady, the same.

Kumiko moved to know.
his fingers on pages bound.
moved it from where it stood
to the door he shuffled.

"they won't miss it."

FIN
gettting ready for this move to seattle has really slowed down my writing, but don't worry the story will be completed.