Ryan O'Reilly

For I stood upon a platform.
Ready to take a flight.
Where it was I was going,
Meant nothing to me that night.
But the engineer,
Said all is ready here,
And off I went,
Like a rocket leaping swiftly off our planets sphere.
Into space and was spinning,
The moon flew by like,
A seconds glancing.
The stars I passed a many.
But leaped and bounced,
As a poetic dancer.
Fully free,
And sound,
Unbound.
Joy overflowed.I was filled with plenty.
And to me I needed it to be never ending.
Yet I ended up in a dark wall-less room,
With a gleaming wooded old treasure chest,
That was beckoning my soul to not fall along with its call.
It shot light beams through its ever-old cracks.
I pondered a minute,
And said I want a wife and kids.
Then I was swiftly tooken back.
I awoke not knowing where I was.
Dazed and confused of what I just saw.
Then I finally realized my place.
I said man!!
I just refused,
Some gift from above.
I hope I never do that again.
But I know I'll have my place.
It wont come fast or slow,
And I'll open it.For its full of Grace,
From the best of any a friend,
That any man can ever comprehend.

Ryan Brady OReilly2001

"And They Are Legends To Me"


So I've heard someone has passed away,
My condolences to you this day,
But I must say,
It doesn't have to be a sad thing,
For I have family that has done the same,
And they are legends to me,
They are very much alive,
They live in me,
Inside,
They now guard aside my Guardian Angel,
They are closer to me now,
Than when I could touch and feel them,
They now know my heart,
And its intentions,
The times when I'm by myself,
Well,
It never happens for their all around me,
And within as well,
My thoughts they know better than I,
And if my Guardian Angel my fall asleep,
They'll shake it up to be with me,
You see my friends and family,
That has passed away,
Are more closer to me this day,
For they are filled with Grace,
They make sure I know,
And our relationship,
Has almost become the closest possible,
I know,
That is until,
It's my turn to go,
Again my condolences to you and your family,
For loosing the sight of one of your loved ones,
And as you mourn for this one,
Know it totally is in love,
With you,
And will never leave you,
And wants you to smile,
For now he/she,
Is actually closer to you,
For he/she has become a part of the energy of life,
So no one really dies,
They become the awaken,
The realized,
Of their own,
And very much so,
With you,
You're not alone,
For they have become,
Apart of,
Your very life,
Don't worry,
Loved ones never part,
For love itself,
Is that which,
Is life,
Within our hearts,
And love never dies,
There is no closure,
My relatives don't want to be forgotten,
That's why I tell you,
Please don't worry too much,
My relatives who have passed,
Are excellent,
And they are legends to me

All Rights Ryan OReilly 02/17/2002

"A Nut"

A nut,
I am,
It has been told to me,
From many a friend,
I never mean to offend,
It hurts me so,
If I were to bring someone low,
But really Ive only made you think,
My linguistics may be sharp and harsh,
But as Rumi would say,
The story has grabbed your heart,
And you wont forget it,
Because you now wont let it,
You've grown anger to me,
That's fine,
But at least you'll remember the story,
Because what is important,
Is surely not me,
But the moral or value,
That you cannot run away from,
That you now see,
So don't put me in the middle,
Or me as a subject of a topic to speak,
For its not me I'm revealing,
But the truth of truth,
That I even too,
Seem to leave,
But I do find it odd,
Even though I too am flawed,
That I've seen more people live truly as Christians,
When they refuse to believe in such a thing,
And those who say they are,
Go once a week to a building of wood and stone,
Give some money,
Dust of their hands and go to their homes,
On Holy grounds you are standing,
Not just in a building,
But in every second of your living,
My freedom I hold dear,
But I didn't bring me here,
And the one who did,
Say's don't look at me,
But look a little more above,
Be of love,
And don't forget to clean,
The inside of your being,
For there's dust and cobwebs inside,
And my Father sits on his throne,
And likes beauty of his home,
And if you're having problems cleaning it up,
Ask him to help you,
Hell do it,
And with love,
Forget about building barns to put your stuff in,
And getting big people toys,
To stray you from loving,
Remember my teachings,
The Sermon On The Mount,
You see with your own eyes someone in need,
And if you have the means,
Help them out, you see,
I know theres many a people,
Who cry Lord, Lord, Lord!!
But you know what my friend,
It's a sad thing I don't even hear their voice,
I can't its an impossibility,
Only because they're simply not of the living,
They still believe that Salomon,
Was the wisest of them all,
And forget that it was me,
Homeless, broken, beaten, and crucified,
That is the wise one,
My son,
I sit upon the backs of lions,
Pulling wood for to keep a fire for light,
I whip the necks of the lions,
With the venom of a snakes bite,
So they wont forget,
Who it is that sits on their backs,
Me the giver of life, and,
I sleep in the houses of harlots,
And in the jails of thieves, murders, rapists, and cheats,
I'm in the crazy homeless people,
Who live upon the streets,
I cry with them,
I bleed with them,
I eat and sleep and rejoice with them,
These are the people I know,
Not the ones who gloat in some kind of achievement,
They call their own,
When in their end,
They will have none of those things,
No pride, no boasting on what they thought they accomplished in their own lives when they die,
It saddens me and makes me cry,
For I love every one,
And every one in deed,
But you know what?
There will come a day when mankind will not speak,
Of a God, me or any kind of religions institutional way,
For now it makes me sick,
How much gossip is going around,
I've already told everyone they don't have to believe in Me, or my Father,
And I just told you where were found,
So many people trying to get threw heavens door,
Climbing the walls,
To peer of what is in,
Again I have already told every one that Heaven is now and at hand,
They're not in love with Me, or my Father,
They're in love with the idea of a reward,
And to get out of Hates,
And that includes you Ryan my son,
So forget about impressing Me or my Father,
Because you wont, and can't find where we be,
But go and love your neighbor,
Not for me,
But truly love for them,
Just as it is the same you need,
Let me take care of my things,
You forget about seeking to save your's or others lives,
But instead seek life,
Then we'll be friends my little boy...

 RyanRyan Brady OReilly08/25/01

Give me a title,
So I shall not be idle,
Let people know,
I've earned my papers,
I've earned my place to abode,
For it is my title that is important,
It is my training that makes it efficient,
I've had many whom say my title should be dad,
And when I'm told it makes me glad,
Yet a dad holds a lot of responsibility,
Which actually I could,
would be the best I could be.
Yet I'm not a dad,
At least not as of yet,
So what title do I have?
Where should I find my respect?
I have a certificate that announces me as a composer,
and lyricist,
Is this my title?
If that be it I pass on it,
And yes I can see that some may say I'm never satisfied,
Or a perfectionist,
A perfectionist,
no,
for I don't know what perfection is,
Satisfied, yes, if it's something I wanted to begin with,
But what I want I always have to give it away,
Or let it go,
how many times must I do this?
I want a relationship with the highest,
Yet he runs from me and hides within the mysterious,
When I give it up and don't care,
Is when he makes his presence here,
To frighten me back into practicing perfectionist,
I just don't get it,
It's not just him,
Everyone I've known,
Has pushed me away,
From them selves,
Or their homes,
For I have no title,
Maybe this is why,
I do not act in the normal ways of this land,
It is not of me,
It is not in my hands,
For who has put the desires within my heart,
As well the desires in yours to start,
But I do see a little of why,
For I try to care,
Of the things that are low here,
And all are the same,
No matter the title or the name,
So give me a title,
Well,
Never mind,
For I'll forget it,
And leave it behind,
Just as my work is almost,
Impossible to define,
I know the things I ponder,
And where I wonder,
May seem to be on dangerous grounds,
I feel it too,
I'm more lost than found,
But there is a revelation,
Which is the key,
That is held somewhere inside me,
So my title will not be,
But a man,
Who's title is,
To someday understand...

Ryan Brady OReilly11/2001

.
"Guess What"


Guess What,
I just had an epiphany,
I've been looking into the glass ball,
And all things are upside down,
Instead of being right side up,
I just wrote I Believe,
About ten minutes ago,
My chest felt like it was hardening,
So I brought myself over to the couch,
Was bent over in the position where the knees meet the chest,
And was having a hard time breathing,
Or even thinking..
Then this ease came over me,
I in an instinct,
Said,
Thank you, its good that youre around,
Without even thinking,
I said this out loud,
I began laughing,
In a quite sort of way,
And said,
I hate to get your attention in that way,
Then the thought I did feel,
Was that I've been looking in a glass ball,
In some kind of way,
As I said in the poem I Believe,
That I am gambled on in some kind of way,
It's true,
But I just found out,
That I have nothing to worry about,
For I do no fighting,
So the gamble is set,
Ha-Ha,
Because The Big Cheese,
Has already won it..

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"I Believe"


I believe,
And it's a scary thing,
I don't question the possibility,
I know it's reality,
And what scares me,
Is that sometimes,
I'm left alone,
For my own,
But I'm weak,
And I can't handle it,
So I wonder to and fro,
Within my ego,
To bring it on home,
Even out of a rebellion,
To get its attention,
Oh no,
The black cat,
Does prowl about,
With that big paw,
And sharp teeth ready to gnaw,
So no matter where,
I may run,
It shows up to have its fun,
So I stay,
OK,
So you want to fucking play?
It's in the mirror,
I can see its face,
Boost your ego,
Comes forth,
As I say no,
It doesn't care for you,
You are free,
To do as you will,
You see?
As I say no,
It means nothing,
For I'm me,
And I have to be seen,
Heard and understood,
Humbleness I'm in love with,
But that must be a given,
I've tried to steal it,
I've even tried to borrow it,
Yet it flys away,
For it has nothing to do with dreams,
Fantasies,
Or such realities,
And I put on its play,
When in side,
I'm blown up like a balloon,
And popped,
Left with just hoping,
Coping,
Surviving,
And dieing,
You see my problem is,
That,
I believe,
There is no second-guessing,
But it leaves me,
To battle the black cat,
Crafty,
Beautiful,
Boastful,
And totally pleasurable,
My question is not does he exist,
But will he come and rescue this,
This man of fire,
Boasting with ego,
That just makes smoke,
Raising my hand to the above,
And all those essences that surround me,
Why do you put so much pressure on me?
Why did you pick me?
For a time there I lived my life,
Up to around the age 23,
And it was MINE!!!!!!!
You wrapped it from me,
And gave it to someone else,
No,
I have no anger to any human,
Not even my own being,
My anger is with one,
For I'm being gambled on,
And I'm not a piece of property,
To be gambled on you see?
As well, no,
When you read this,
Don't be praying for my ass,
I've had to many that already have,
That's why I've become a piece of jewelry,
For the Big Cheese,
The one upstairs,
And the thing taken from me,
Is the soul,
I need a new one,
But wont get it for some time,
Because I punch him in the chest,
For the lack of knowledge,
Of why he'd gamble on me,
Freewill you say?
Come on,
You should know how I feel about that one,
As I know he does,
Oh no,
Here he comes again,
That monster the black cat,
I'm like a ball of yarn,
Tossed about,
How long will I hold out,
Until my string unravels,
I sure hope,
He comes to pick me up,
Before my unravel,
Because then,
I wont be,
Nor see,
And this is why,
Because,
I BELIEVE...

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I use to base my beliefs on what others would say,
In the way they would act or the way they would betray,
But now I know that what they may do,
Is not the way that I should base my own beliefs too,
Or my own truths,I put myself just a few miles away,
From this earth so that I may perceive,
What it is that I see,
And I do not see any one of you or me,
But a great sphere of life that is to be,
I do not know why I'm obsest in this way,
To find out the humanitarian way,
But what I have found is that there is no rule,
No rule for any ones day,
For us to learn,
We must charge on into fantasy,
And in that we make it our reality,
God for me is a beautiful thing,
And it may be for you an unnecessary thing,
I have no idea of what is real or what is not,
For it changes on me,
When I least expect it,
Or lets say when I'm not,
I do see in all existence,
That I am not,
If I am,
Its a miracle,
In all the heavens,
That is alive,
Endless and chaotic,
But controlled in some kind of way,
I must say,
I drink of the Budweiser this day,
Yet still making since of what I say,
I in all my life,
I have seeked at the most one thing,
Beauty,
Beauty is that thing,
It may have nothing to do,
With the Godly thing,
But its the beauty that attracts the me,
At least this is what I see,
The heavens above are endless,
In there ways,
Unimaginable in its vastness,
And in its ways,
I am nothing,
Compared to this thing,
So I have found,
That my beloved is my family and friends,
And it is in you,
That I find my peace in,
Whether I'm right,
Or most likely wrong,
It is only you,
That will this make any sense,
Or any wrong,
For your beauty is outstanding to me,
It as well bewilders me,
I try to understand,
But cannot,
As I strike a match to breath the deadly thing,
Breathe it in,
To release the stress thing,
Meaning of this life,
Makes no sense,
But it doesn't matter,
In this big cosmos,
Of existence,
For all I know,
I have a purpose of value,
Yet for me its entertainment,
Philosophy or value,
I'm crippled by thought,
Movement or lack of deed,
The arts are my thing,
But what is given freely to me,
I will always give freely to thee,
So my skill will not profit me,
At least in the monetary thing,
My laughter is a blessing,
My depression is an undressing,
My music is both the curse and life,
I've never gotten so angry,
Over anything in my life,
To my dad I shall always be his child,
To my mother I've become a good friend,
To my brothers I've become equal,
To my sisters I still adore,
And uphold them to be exceptional,
Yet family is the most important thing,
And I ask myself,
Why am I so far away...

Ryan B. OReilly11/2001

"My Civil War"


My civil war,
And what am I fighting it for?
Is it for you?
Or is it for me?
From the inside out,
It's for both of us I see.
For I have been set free,
And must choose a side of the balance, to be.
You see, one side is the ALL,
From the biggest of big,
To the smallest of small.
The other is its closest image,
Yet has the smallest blemish,
And still remains the most beautiful of creation to see.
They both intimidate,
One tempts,
While the other is pure proud,
And is right for us all.
The other made the same claim,
And surely did fall.
What I'm telling all of you,
Is purely a dangerous truth,
I hope you do with it well,
And it's not something for sell,
It's to be known by all,
And if known by all it could,
I assume,
Turn out to be well.
It's not Evil against Good,
For they want the same thing,
And that is to reign.
For the other mirrors the One that is the All,
It is in the fighting where we rise or fall.
For we are here to be free,
To make a choice,
And no, we are not of the need,
So now there is three.
The two,
And our own each individual me.
Now in this little civil war,
No matter what,
The I cannot be the war I'm fighting for.
Because when I do,
I lose my gun and sword.
On top of that,
The I becomes nothing to fight for.
So inevitably it comes back to the two,
Ok. Buckle down and what to do.
This I cannot tell you.
It is why there is this civil war,
For which side we are fighting for.
There are a lot of times I think Im winning,
But really am in the lose.
As well as the opposite holds the same truth.
And in this civil war I've shrieked for a guidance,
And who do you think comes fast to my bells crying?
He fills me with great ammunition,
Ready for the fight,
And here is a secret,
To oblivion,
My own demise.
Another came along saying,
Put those weapons down,
And give me your crown.
Do not fight,
For I AM your delight.
With that said,
And with this read,
My war is not over,
But my fight is for all to see,
That I fight for the ALL,
Not him,
Nor me.
That is my civil war,
And what I am and am not fighting for...

3/17/2006Ryan OReilly

You win,
I have no defense,
As you can tell I have no fence,
I do wash my dishes and then rinse,
Today I went outside with my sandals no coat in the snow,
And there was a lot of it.
Yet it wasnt cold.
And I come from the south.
One would think I wouldn't go out.
But as I said before,
There is no fence,
Nor any defense,
Because I'm simply a man,
I know you understand,
I really have no plans.
I live by the humor of love,
You know,
That white dove,
And if a T-Bone steak would come freely out of the ground,
I wouldn't live within these walls my house where Im found.
I'd roam all about,
Eating my stakes,
Wash myself in the rivers and lakes,
And I would show,
To all those I know,
Or dont,
That I have no fences,
And No defenses...

All Rights Ryan Brady OReilly01/14/2002

.
Go to sleep,
My gentleman,
My lady,
For there are no goodbye's,
Only hi's,
I'm always with you,
And this is truth,
Just feel in your heart,
That love that sparks,
The memory of me,
The memory of you,
For if you need proof,
To see this as truth,
Do you love me?
See, I'm always with thee,
For every one of you,
Has been in truth,
Around this land,
With me,
No not in my hands,
But in my heart,
And through out my life,
I may travel here or there,
But anywhere you come with me their,
Belief is not a thing that can be proved,
But know I believe in you,
My Great Grandparents,
Want to say hi,
For they see all of us,
With their now pure eye's,
I shall say it again,
There are no goodbye's,
But only hi's,
And here is another one,
Love,
Love is the thing that never dies,
This is why,
And what is,
The no goodbye,
But is known as,
Eternal life,
So if you come to find within yourself,
Doubt about being loved,
Excepted,
Rejected,
Alone,
Down,
With a moan,
Just remember this,
You are never alone,
You may be by yourself,
And see no one else,
All it takes Is a simplistic belief,
In all the people you think of,
That you have met,
And know,
Say hi to them,
For believe me,
Their with you,
In your heart,
Your only home,
There are no goodbye's,
There are only hello's,
For this,
If nothing else,
I do know...

Ryan Brady OReilly12/13/2001

Wont you play me like you play that thing,
The way you stroke it,
You make it scream,
You're so tender with its heartstrings,
Play me baby,
Like you do that thing,
Give me that attention,
And you'll hear me scream,
Stroke my body,
And tenderly pluck my heartstrings,
And don't you know,
I'll sing for your soul,
Oh baby,
It makes me jealous,
Just on how you look at it,
The way you tenderly caress it,
Even when you're not with it,
It distracts you to look at it,
You rub it till it shines,
You can make it weep or laugh,
In a second twice,
Perfect your attention to me,
Not that thing..
And I couldn't,
So she maid her choice,
And decided to leave,
For I have never met a lady,
Who could pour out pure beauty,
As the six or twelve string thing...

Ryan Brady OReilly2001

 
"What"

I'm not a preacher,
I'm not a teacher,
I'm not a prophet,
I'm not a leader,
But what I am,
I think I can,
For whered he go?
I dont know,
What did ya say?
I couldn't hear ya,
Even though,
I stand right near ya,
You couldn't be,
Any more clearer,
Is that what you meant here?
I didn't know,
But I try to grow,
I just sometimes,
Lose control,
Of what I'm thinking,
Or even playing,
Saying,
Or debating,
But what,
I say,
Who said that?
Where'd ya go?
Come on back,
Plus I got a stack,
On my rack,
Of cards,
I sometimes,
Play with that,
What?
What?
What?
What did ya say?
My heads a ramblin,
On its way,
I'm too smooth,
But sometimes crude,
And when in public,
Farting,
I'm rude,
Excuse me,
I need to get through,
My cousin's in there,
In the zoo,
I got a twelve string,
That I stroke,
It's really cool,
It plays notes,
I got a coat,
When it's cold,
I get bold,
And blow,
Smoke through my nose,
When I go,
I flow,
Down the river,
On top of the sand,
But in my hand,
I hold nothen,
And when it's hot,
I sweat a lot,
I get in the pool,
To stay cool,
I swim around,
Even down,
To touch the ground,
I have found,
A cool sound,
It echos all around,
Be I'm up,
Or me being down,
But I'm lucky,
My hair in the morning,
It is fluffy,
Look at that puppy,
His name is Chompy,
What?
What?
What?
What did ya say?
I'll try ya again,
Another day,
Because right now,
I'm just at play,
Making no sense,
Of anything,
So for this poem,
I'm done today,
But I'll be back,
That's a fact,
Don't trip on that crack,
Of words packed,
And I'm done with it,
And that's,
That...

Ryan Brady OReilly08/2001

When I die,
We normally don't think of such things,
Yet when I die,
I don't want to matter,
No need for any ladders,
A purgatory will I not see,
Hell will not be,
Yet within and without,
There will be not ever a doubt,
Imagination no more,
Liberation, what for?
And faith,
I'll no longer contend with,
For if I thought of it,
I wouldn't have enough of it
Homeless, what word is that?
Hate I would not know,
So it would never show,
And as for me,
Like I said before,
I wouldn't matter,
For what I want Is the Agape,
To sit and laugh and play,
With the God of any religion,
Every day,
All else would be insignificant,
For I'd be apart of the Agape,
You could not take anything from me,
I'd give it to you freely,
I'd be the eternal child,
That grows in only one thing,
Love,
That's what I want to be,
But you know what?
If some one were to actually say,
Hey I'm going to Hell,
Unless I can switch places,
With one who is well,
Or eternally will I die,
Never more to be apart
Of what is called life,
Right then and there
I'd let them have mine,
Remember,
I wouldn't matter,
No need for any ladders,
A purgatory will I not see,
Hell will not be,
Agape is all,
That I need,
To be and see,
When I die...

P.S. For remember,
It doesn't matter where youre at,
In any situation to add to that,
If your heart is completely open,
There is nothing but loving

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