Kreative Source

Machu Pichu

Ryan — Fri, 17 Feb 2012 02:51:50 +0000

Photograph of Machu Pichu with Hyuana Pichu in the background.

India

Ryan — Fri, 30 Dec 2011 23:59:56 +0000

India, what an amazing country. Rich in history, culture and spirit. I learn a lot in India. It is the second most populous country in the world however, it is a vastly vegetarian culture.

Present Future Past

Ryan — Fri, 30 Dec 2011 23:48:35 +0000

A contradiction in all
I don’t know me
But this is he
Never have I met
A living contradiction

Is this hypnosis or reality
My compass spins endlessly
I don’t know where we are going
I don’t care
Just take me there

I fill myself
Only to be empty
For us this reality
Will not do

Unaccepted and imperfect
Our perfection
is against its being
Perhaps another time
How about now

Every letter upon my eyes
First gazed upon this light
That destined summer day
When my hand first began
To write

This is me, mucho gusto
Epoch, Epiphany
Just beyond the flash, is you
Showing me, myself

You point and smile
And I gaze upon
What may never be
But already is

Nothing is clear
Because this is now
Only what has been done
Can be seen

The sunset happens
After the sun dips under
And not before
There we are, together

Will you come
On this journey
The pursuit of perfection
In a world of imperfection

I tell you it means nothing
When you really are my everything
I tell you the world is yours
When my world is in your hands

Withered is your flower
Yet ripe your fruit
Only half is right
The other wrong

New World

Ryan — Fri, 30 Dec 2011 07:51:18 +0000

Light will guide us
Beyond the future
Where eternity lives
To silver clouds
High in the blue sky
Where pearl gilded gates
Open to the stars
Standing there with you
We gently open the gates
And behold the future
What magic lies ahead
With love in our hearts
And the stars at our feet
We begin our journey
Into a great new World
A World we will make
Together and forever

I Thought It Was You

Ryan — Fri, 30 Dec 2011 05:34:08 +0000

Herbie Hanckock – I Thought It Was You

Manhattan Panoramas

Ryan — Tue, 06 Dec 2011 06:15:27 +0000

Roots

Ryan — Mon, 05 Dec 2011 02:24:10 +0000

Roots can run deep
taste bitter sweet,
grow and we will
one way or the other.
The roots still run deep.
In the soil.
The air.
The vistas from afar.
The feeling that creeps up your skin
and tickles your hairs
as they rise on your neck
when that familiar sight, long
forgotten is manifest once again.
Years may pass as seconds
in that particular moment.
Recollection, redefinition, realization.
In a moment of quantum comprehension.
All at once this emotion fills
the soul to a logical conclusion.
This is one step on the path
that is me and always shall be.

Overnight Train to Moscow

Ryan — Fri, 02 Dec 2011 23:38:27 +0000

Mind-fucking the brain
Like a cheap lobotomy
In a Bangkok bathroom
Full frontal lobe attack

Mental misery pervades
Every thought
Emotion overflows
The half empty glass

The madness continues
Like a bobbing heroin head
Up and down endlessly
Lost in the high and low

Smoke filled air
Rots the lungs
As the mind falls
Deep into the fog

Blindly loosing control
Stalling into a nose dive
Tail spinning
Terminal velocity

Free falling
No parachute
No safety net
Icy wind freezes the flesh

Ice cold
Heartless
Frozen in pain
Dead to love

Mind the gap
Between the ears
Breathe deep
The ground is getting closer

Любовь : Love

Ryan — Tue, 15 Nov 2011 03:51:07 +0000

Love

By Vyacheslav Ivanovich Ivanov (28 February 1866 – 16 July 1949 / Moscow)

We are two trunks ignited by lightning
Two flames in the midnight forest;
We are two meteors flying in the night,
The double-stinging arrow of a single fate!

We are two horses whose reins are held
By the same hand, – bitten by one spur;
We are two eyes of a single gaze,
Two trembling wings of one dream.

We are a pair of shadows grieving
Over the holy marble grave,
Where ancient Beauty slumbers.

The two-voiced mouth of secrets shared,
We two make a single Sphinx.
The two arms of a single cross.

—-END TRANSLATION—-

Любовь

Мы – два грозой зажженные ствола,
Два пламени полуночного бора;
Мы – два а ночи летящих метеора,
Одной судьбы двужалая стрела!

Мы – два коня, чьи держит удила
Одна рука, – одна язвит их шпора;
Два ока мы единственного взора,
Мечты одной два трепетных крыла.

Мы – двух теней скорбящая чета
Над мрамором божественного гроба,
Где древняя почиет Красота.

Единых тайн двугласные уста,
Себе самим мы – Сфинкс единый оба.
Мы – две руки единого креста.

Photography

Ryan — Mon, 26 Sep 2011 00:16:16 +0000

Photography from around the World.

Kreative Source

Machu Pichu

India

Present Future Past

New World

I Thought It Was You

Manhattan Panoramas

Roots

Overnight Train to Moscow

Любовь : Love

Love

Любовь

Photography

New York City

Panorama NYC

Pumpkin Sky over New York

Russian Vice

Russia

Turkey

Israel

India

Argentina

Peru

Egypt

Spain

France

Greece

England

Hungary

Jamaica

Japan

Czech Republic

Italy