She said it was her, but she didn't really mean it
I know it was me, I had to be dreaming
Thinking it was gonna work, we wasn't really clicking
And the only time she seemed smile is when I was dicking
Or when I was licking, the time bomb was ticking
And when it blew, we both knew it was threw
Its the cycle, I know the un-merry go round
And this ride has a lot of ups, but it has twice as many downs
That's why i down twice as many rounds
It seems this circus has twice as many clowns
Walking this tightrope getting harder
While juggling these flames over shark infested water
And the other side if getting further, and the height is getting father
From ground, from the earth, from this motherfucking galaxy
I call to check on her, and she has the nerve to be mad @ me
It seems the world is mad @ me
Ice grills from the masses, mean mugs from these slugs
I wanna kill all they bitch asses
But I gotta chill, when she passes
I can't let her see me fractioned
I won't give her evil ass the fucking satisfaction
"How are you Ryan?"
"You know...I'm Good..."
JACK OF ALL TRADES MASTER OF NONE
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Monday, March 15, 2010
Sunday, March 7, 2010
You Had Me....
You have me…
You’ve had me…
You had me before…
You had me before you loved me and I loved you
You had me before you got me and I got you.
You had me before We.
You had me before my touch eased your world.
You had me before my voice sooth your soul
You had me before my lips stirred your passion
You had me before you came into focus
You had me before I knew the way smile tilts to the right.
You had me before…
You had me…at hello.
FOLLOW AND FEEL
JACK OF ALL TRADES...MASTER OF NONE
TRPASTICHE
CONTACT
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THE RYAN PHIPPS
You’ve had me…
You had me before…
You had me before you loved me and I loved you
You had me before you got me and I got you.
You had me before We.
You had me before my touch eased your world.
You had me before my voice sooth your soul
You had me before my lips stirred your passion
You had me before you came into focus
You had me before I knew the way smile tilts to the right.
You had me before…
You had me…at hello.
FOLLOW AND FEEL
JACK OF ALL TRADES...MASTER OF NONE
TRPASTICHE
CONTACT
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THE RYAN PHIPPS
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Single, Fresh Rose
She never had a rose before.
Many carnations, daffodils, chrysanthemums and weeds had come and gone,
But they never danced in her mind like the wonder of a single, fresh rose.
She was not greedy for a bouquet.
The awe would lose its power, its significance, its romance if overdone.
One day as she walked, she came upon it.
Freshly cut, petals in full blossom like pursed lips,
The steam green and straight as a line
Unspoiled and dethorned.
She lunged for it with both hands.
And as she grabbed it, it grabbed her,
Melding her soul with the essence of the flora.
As she drew it closer, the aura intensified.
And when it was near the tip of her nose, she inhaled the delicate scent.
Climatic, orgasmic.
It was everything she had imagined.
And then without warning jagged and crooked thorns shot out every surface of the stem,
Puncturing deep inside her hands.
The rose turned old and sour,
Its reddish glow, descending to a desolate auburn.
But still she stood their clenching it tighter, praying for it to come back,
Turning it upside down so that her blood would run down the steam and stain the petals red again.
The agony sent her into shock, and she dropped to the ground, rose still in her clutches.
She wouldn't let it go.
She couldn't let it go.
You see...
She never had a rose before.
Many carnations, daffodils, chrysanthemums and weeds had come and gone,
But they never danced in her mind like the wonder of a single, fresh rose.
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Many carnations, daffodils, chrysanthemums and weeds had come and gone,
But they never danced in her mind like the wonder of a single, fresh rose.
She was not greedy for a bouquet.
The awe would lose its power, its significance, its romance if overdone.
One day as she walked, she came upon it.
Freshly cut, petals in full blossom like pursed lips,
The steam green and straight as a line
Unspoiled and dethorned.
She lunged for it with both hands.
And as she grabbed it, it grabbed her,
Melding her soul with the essence of the flora.
As she drew it closer, the aura intensified.
And when it was near the tip of her nose, she inhaled the delicate scent.
Climatic, orgasmic.
It was everything she had imagined.
And then without warning jagged and crooked thorns shot out every surface of the stem,
Puncturing deep inside her hands.
The rose turned old and sour,
Its reddish glow, descending to a desolate auburn.
But still she stood their clenching it tighter, praying for it to come back,
Turning it upside down so that her blood would run down the steam and stain the petals red again.
The agony sent her into shock, and she dropped to the ground, rose still in her clutches.
She wouldn't let it go.
She couldn't let it go.
You see...
She never had a rose before.
Many carnations, daffodils, chrysanthemums and weeds had come and gone,
But they never danced in her mind like the wonder of a single, fresh rose.
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http://trpastiche.blogspot.com
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Roses
I had been crawling through this world for so long.
Tired, exhausted and deprived.
This colorless nightmare haunted my consciousness.
This can't be life.
One day I came across a lone rose laying askew in the middle of the road.
The petals were perfectly in blossom with a brilliant fiery crimson hue,
And a vivid harlequin stem ornamented with thorns
Simply enchanting...
After my awe struck moment, I lunged for it.
I lunged for beauty, color...
I lunged for life-but it was to my own dismay.
The jagged thorns ripped through my skin like a chainsaw and tore my hand.
I dropped the damned weed immediately and then fell to my knees from agony.
The tidal wave of blood rushed from my hand and flooded the ground.
I screamed for someone, anyone to help me.
But my screams fell only upon my screams,
As the tears streamed and the pain soared, I cut my eyes to curse my damned enemy,
But then noticed some peculiar.
The the blood was diffusing into the rose making it bigger, redder, thornier.
And as it morphed, I felt something in me leave.
I then hunched closer towards the rose and yet again I was dumbfounded.
I saw the new thorns emblazoned with my initials...and with her initials
How could something so beautiful be so ugly?
I never thought a rose would hurt me so bad!
But hell...I never thought she would either.
The rose is red, because I am blue.
It took my air, when you took you...away...
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Tired, exhausted and deprived.
This colorless nightmare haunted my consciousness.
This can't be life.
One day I came across a lone rose laying askew in the middle of the road.
The petals were perfectly in blossom with a brilliant fiery crimson hue,
And a vivid harlequin stem ornamented with thorns
Simply enchanting...
After my awe struck moment, I lunged for it.
I lunged for beauty, color...
I lunged for life-but it was to my own dismay.
The jagged thorns ripped through my skin like a chainsaw and tore my hand.
I dropped the damned weed immediately and then fell to my knees from agony.
The tidal wave of blood rushed from my hand and flooded the ground.
I screamed for someone, anyone to help me.
But my screams fell only upon my screams,
As the tears streamed and the pain soared, I cut my eyes to curse my damned enemy,
But then noticed some peculiar.
The the blood was diffusing into the rose making it bigger, redder, thornier.
And as it morphed, I felt something in me leave.
I then hunched closer towards the rose and yet again I was dumbfounded.
I saw the new thorns emblazoned with my initials...and with her initials
How could something so beautiful be so ugly?
I never thought a rose would hurt me so bad!
But hell...I never thought she would either.
The rose is red, because I am blue.
It took my air, when you took you...away...
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Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Play
Fear Ye Not
For the future is reachable, inevitable
The past though regrettable, is barely memorable
And the present is unmentionable, forgettable
There is no practice, there is no final buzzer
Every second is the game
Play as if it is always one tick, in the final period
And the goal line is an inch away
The rim is at your fingertips
And the ball is on the brim of your glove
Dive
Dunk
Snatch
Life!
For while victory's glow lays firm in your grasp
It is always shadowed by defeat
Live in the Light
For the future is reachable, inevitable
The past though regrettable, is barely memorable
And the present is unmentionable, forgettable
There is no practice, there is no final buzzer
Every second is the game
Play as if it is always one tick, in the final period
And the goal line is an inch away
The rim is at your fingertips
And the ball is on the brim of your glove
Dive
Dunk
Snatch
Life!
For while victory's glow lays firm in your grasp
It is always shadowed by defeat
Live in the Light
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Just A Boy (Unfinished Song)
He's just a boy, just a boy
Playing with his toys, their just toys
All you can really see is, he just a kid
That's not how he feels, not how he lives
He's just a
Boy from the boondocks, @ the bottom of the bricks
Stayed on the corners where the coons flock, with revolvers in their fist
So of course he was strapped orthos
One stayed on his back like a dorsal
Shark in a ocean full of sharks, no morsel
Don't let the age fool you, hair below the torso
Grown man mental, with a child's physical
A dead man's spiritual...that would take a miracle
No fear in dude, cultural criminal
He eats, so you leak. It's that literal
The fear in you feeds him
That fact that you need him
Because what he's giving you receiving
With open arms, believing
That it's gonna solve everything, resolve anything
But it has absolved everything, dissolved anything
That counters
The boy is just the counter
Holding it and yea he is holding it
Tucked by his ass crack, you wouldn't notice it
Because to you...
He's just a boy, just a boy
Playing with his toys, their just toys
All you can really see is, he just a kid
That's not how he feels, not how he lives
He's just a
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Playing with his toys, their just toys
All you can really see is, he just a kid
That's not how he feels, not how he lives
He's just a
Boy from the boondocks, @ the bottom of the bricks
Stayed on the corners where the coons flock, with revolvers in their fist
So of course he was strapped orthos
One stayed on his back like a dorsal
Shark in a ocean full of sharks, no morsel
Don't let the age fool you, hair below the torso
Grown man mental, with a child's physical
A dead man's spiritual...that would take a miracle
No fear in dude, cultural criminal
He eats, so you leak. It's that literal
The fear in you feeds him
That fact that you need him
Because what he's giving you receiving
With open arms, believing
That it's gonna solve everything, resolve anything
But it has absolved everything, dissolved anything
That counters
The boy is just the counter
Holding it and yea he is holding it
Tucked by his ass crack, you wouldn't notice it
Because to you...
He's just a boy, just a boy
Playing with his toys, their just toys
All you can really see is, he just a kid
That's not how he feels, not how he lives
He's just a
Follow and Feel
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Trials, Tribulations, Triumph
The trials of a people already sentenced
Born a suspect
Raised a criminal
Lived a fugitive
Died a convict
Probated on earth
Paroled in America
Imprisoned in society
The tribulations of a people already troubled
To their past they are contracted
To their past they are indentured
To their past they are enslaved
THEY tell them to catch up
THEY preach how THEY already caught up
THEY scream to stay back
The triumph of a people already crowned
Blessed to live
Anointed to survive
Promised to thrive
Exonerated on all charges
Exterminated of all burdens
Exalted to Calvary
Soon & VERY Soon... We Are Going to See the KING!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! We Are Going to See the KING!
Born a suspect
Raised a criminal
Lived a fugitive
Died a convict
Probated on earth
Paroled in America
Imprisoned in society
The tribulations of a people already troubled
To their past they are contracted
To their past they are indentured
To their past they are enslaved
THEY tell them to catch up
THEY preach how THEY already caught up
THEY scream to stay back
The triumph of a people already crowned
Blessed to live
Anointed to survive
Promised to thrive
Exonerated on all charges
Exterminated of all burdens
Exalted to Calvary
Soon & VERY Soon... We Are Going to See the KING!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! We Are Going to See the KING!
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