nothing beats ryo
when it comes to soothing
the savage beast
in my mind
and chest

the fierce and sublime beauty
sets my at edge mind
to smoother land

if scenery speaks to my sorrow
mellow dream
calls to my creativity
sets my sore soul
to sailing

music has always been my go to for solace

when i was kid
it was classical
to slow
my always racing mind
mozart bach tchaikovsky
they were my ritalin

ramones sex pistols dead kennedys
they were my rebellion

public enemy beastie boys nwa
they were my obsession

slayer anthrax pantera
they were my escape

prince marvin otis
they were my soul

they all play a part
in my day to day
to this day
though i have strayed

but ryo and bill evans
they have been my salvation when this world of pain
beats me
into near submission
they are a balm

when the words
tear pieces of my soul off
ryo fills in the spaces
bondo for the broken spirit

especially tonight
when i have written four thousand words
not including poetry
and still
the words pour
until
i have no more to give
and still they pour
the racing rhythm of early summer
helps keep them in order
patches the leak
i seem to have sprung
keeps me sane

so bless you ryo
for your balm
i only wish
i had found you
when you still lived
so i could have witnessed your magic
first hand
to thank you
for your gift
instead you get two poems
doesn’t seem fair