Food for Thought-Love at Last Sight

Love at last sight,
The bitter clamour grows,
In your absence,
The world slows,
Not sure how to take it,
Ambiguous tales passed to me,
Now to say in an inopportune way,
Towards you I can only see,
It will take only a glance,
To let me know,
I have a chance.
At stepping inside,
Your well-formed world.

–Richard Bryant

Food for Thought-The Mix Tape

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Something along those lines,
It looks akin to this,
The greatest hits you’ll ever find,
Edited together and seamless,
On the looping reels in your mind,
Playing back distorted sounds,
one cut, a space at a time,
listening for the break,
will the peace be put back
in a different order,
has time deteriorated,
the small spot,
on the tape,
among the words,
where the future,
I once spied,
Held a place,
On this tiny thing,
Called a mix tape.

–Richard Bryant

Food for Thought-Into That Great Good Night

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Into that great good night,
Gentle he did not go,
Into our darkness he was thrown,
Downward he descends,
For the forgiveness of our sins,
So the creeds,
Tell us we
We must believe,
One of us
To absolve,
Adam and Eve,
Their faults,
Carried this far,
By handshakes,
And existential scars,
Can resurrection not be,
Enough to make me free,
No need to resuscitate,
Augustinian myths,
Striking the grieving with hate,
And suffering believers,
Who find a way to detach,
From a savior who flies up,
Then goes down,
Around the heavens,
Through hell,
And lives to tell,
How the curse is broken,
Only to have,
A single white sheet,
To tell
The greatest story
Every told.

-Richard Bryant

Food for Thought-The Season of Lent (A Poem)

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It’s all about something,
everything and nothing,
this season of abstaining,
giving up the obvious,
to embrace the oblivious,
Lent stalks us,
like the neighbors cat,
what will we drop,
where will we turn,
we know not,
where he’s at,
in our face,
just beyond,
our parking space,
what does he want,
on this day,
I cannot see,
nor be reminded,
of my immortality.

-Richard Bryant