Friday, November 30, 2012

Confidence

"He who closes his ears to the views of others shows little confidence in the integrity of his own views." -William Congreve

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

The Fate of the World

Go to www.ryanandrewloera.weebly.com and download a free preview of my novel. The fate of the world depends on it! ;-)

Made an interesting dish. Combined turkey, corn, noodles, mustard & salsa in a skillet. Cooked for twenty minutes. It's a tasty explosion.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Be yourself or uh eat some pie. Mmm pie.

Best Alter

Best to live. Best to lie. Breathing in existence as it mimics random emotion. The eternal passion which courses through our veins is the true mentor we've been searching for. Stop creating new excuses. Push aside all antagonistic obligations and focus on whatever ignites your soul! You know you can do it. You alone have the power to alter your reality.

Monday, November 26, 2012

Tasty

Some times we must taste the sky.
Somehow we must taste the infinite.
Some places do not serve alcohol after or before midnight.
In the region in which I live- most things are available for misuse.
Because somehow, sometimes people demand Ignorant oppression.

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Brain Waves

The pain
That
You
Put me
Through
Is the pain
That
I grew
For
You
This violence
Craves
Uneasy
Tastes
All the while
Mixing adulterous
Brain waves

Futurist

When
A future
Futurist
Demolishes
His own
Sense of pride
No one
Sniffs
Arm pits
Better than
I
Does purple haze
Mesh
With
Unstable
Mazes?
It is a very live
Possibility
/

All A Question

All a question
Of
Opthalmia
Inflamed
Destination
When we traveled
We
Traveled
Light
Vacate
Velocity
A meal
Nowadays
Is quite pricey
One must sacrifice
Greed and fame
For some pain

Drunken Poet

The drunken poet
Laughs
The Drunken
Poet
Perceives
Bits of pieces
Of
Vanilla vain
Attempts
The drunken
Poet
Does not qualify
For food stamps
Passersby gawk at him
For he is not as drunk as
Them

Kindle or Nook?

Superman Dream

Had amazing dream last night. I was with some friends about to watch a movie then one of them asked me questions about some French writer I've never heard of. When I couldn't answer them he began to shout at me hysterically. Then I shouted at him and punched him extremely hard. Next thing I knew I was running outside and somehow I began to fly up into the sky like Superman! It was great! Eventually two guys dressed in black came after me, they could fly too but not as fast as me. I dove between buildings and bridges quite easily. Then I accidentally smashed into a bridge. But I was able to repair it by using my laser eyes to weld the steel back together. After that I continued flying onward and upward.

And that is when I awoke.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

One Box

The doorbell rang. I opened the door. A girl was selling cookies. I asked her how much. She said six dollars a box. I told her I'm not exactly John Rockefeller or Andrew Carnegie.

She looked dumbfounded. I purchased one box.

For The Rest Of Today

No
Babylonian
Will
Ever
Save
Your
Selfish
Abandon
So go to
The
Place
That derives
From
Your
Distrust
And
Taste
Vernacular
Faces
For the rest
Of
Today

Thursday, November 22, 2012

My Thanksgiving Speech

Here's the Thanksgiving speech I wrote and just gave in front of my family:

What is Thanksgiving? The ancient Egyptians had no such holiday. Nor did the Babylonians. Neither did the Chinese. I suppose they had no use for one. Or maybe they were just too caught up in the emotional outpour of their individual eras to even bother to consider giving thanks and/or receiving it. But then again the only working knowledge I have is of the society in which I was born.

Today's generations have no concept of what it must have been like for the pilgrims to make their long, arduous journey aboard the Mayflower. I suppose it could be comparable to waiting in line for the latest technological gadget or fighting off the crowds at a Black Friday sale. Yet even that would be a stretch.

The world has changed immensely since then. People have changed as well. Human emotion seems to be the one constant throughout history. This includes giving thanks and receiving it.

And with that... I am quite thankful. I am thankful for the moon, the sun, the stars, the sky, Mother Earth and this magnanimous Universe we're all a part of! But most of all I am thankful for the people that surround me. My friends. My family.

I give thanks to you. Mom, Dad, Sister, Niece, Nephew, Nephew. I give thanks to All of you. :-)

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Eat A Bug

Eat a bug. Eat a rug. Munch on your intuition. You think you are who you claim you are but you are in fact not even human. You are a cyclops, a cyclone, a part of the never ending cycle.

So why then do we insist on maiming each other? Physically. Emotionally. Retro-actively. Do we enjoy it? Why can't we all just live out our lives without bothering each other with each other's bullshit?

When we look at one another we must look deep, deeper than we've ever known. It is indeed possible.

Perfect Xmas Gift

Save By The Bell tshirt. Mmhmm.


Sunday, November 18, 2012

In My Sketchbook

In My
Sketchbook
Are
Lines
Of
Invisible
Tolerance
Divisible
Only by
Martyrs
On the eve
Of
The Fifth
The band rocks out
Hopelessly
Phosphorescent
Chords and riffs
Squares, triangles, splits
Paradigms explode here
In my sketchbook
I
Fit

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Take up a cause. Fall in love, write a book. Something.
Lincoln is a really great movie. There's no flashy special effects or cheesy vampire romances. Just really good acting and historical significance.
Going to watch Lincoln.

Friday, November 16, 2012

re any hostess products are pulled from the shelves but it is likely some other company will buy out all the rights and keep 'em in stores.
Noo not twinkies!! But I do respect the workers for sticking to their convictions and not giving in to management. Plus, it'll still be another year befo
Bangin' on a trash can. Drummin' on a street light...

Monday, November 12, 2012

Cold Cut

Cold cut
Failure
Breasted
Ruminations
Clearly
Visionary
Emotions
Distill
the cosmic
Way
We learned
To argue
and dance
Reproach
Society
Ale is not stale
Except for secondary
Salutes
Which sail past our fears
Unbeknownst to
Most of Us

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Time Spent

When I found out my ex gf got married I felt regret and then got all down on myself for a while. Then when I found out she had her first child I slipped into a deeper melancholic state. Eventually I got tired of thinking about her and moved to a new city where I began a new job and met new people and got involved with music and art. I'll never be able to stop thinking about her but at least now whenever I do... I can smile and appreciate the time we spent together.

Friday, November 9, 2012

The people who are the hardest to love are usually the ones who need it the most.

Profound

I am here to change the world in a subtle yet profound way. And so are you.

Which would you rather do (without the aid of a vehicle) ? Fly or Teleport?

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Monday, November 5, 2012

I'm voting for Carl Marx. Yes.

Intimations

I've yet to have a very profound intimate relationship with anyone. Sure I've had certain females in mind for such a role but none of them really panned out. Actually, none of them harbored any feelings towards me. It was as if they viewed me as some mystery that is better left a mystery.

They were probably right. I mean how could I even hope to provide anyone with even a shred of stability? Try as I may... it is not one of the traits I carry.

The first girl to ask me out was Jacqueline. Most people called her Jackie. It was during seventh grade math class. I was thrown off by it. I had just begun to cultivate my own identity that year when she first took notice of me. Our teacher was pretty adamant about carrying the decimal over to its proper place. I had just figured out what she meant by "proper place" and felt a tap on my right shoulder.

"Hi, Ryan. Will you go out with me?" Jackie practically whispered to me while hiding behind her geometry textbook. I stared at her face for a few seconds before answering. I wanted to say yes but it came out as, "No." I then got up from my desk, grabbed the hall pass and walked smoothly towards the boys' restroom.

I looked into the mirror and asked myself, "Why the hell did you say no? Are you insane?" I half expected to have an answer to my own question. The only thing I could come up with was that I thought Jackie was just joking around or something. It was seventh grade after all. And seventh grade also happened to be one of the years in which I considered everything to be nothing more than a joke.

When I returned to class I immediately noticed the somber look on her face. I felt awful but decided it was best to bury my head in some trapezoids and hexagons. The minutes flew by; I did not look at her again until the bell rang. I watched her get up from her desk, clutching her personalized binder, and slowly walk out of the classroom.

The full force of what had occurred did not hit me until I arrived home later that day. I then began to dissect the entire moment; second by second. "If she was serious about it then the least she could have done was tell me she was serious." I said to myself while pondering long and hard. I allowed it to boggle my mind for a few more hours before finally giving up on the whole prospect of understanding her motives.

I saw her plenty of times after that. We had almost all the same classes. I don't think she even bothered to tell anyone about how I turned her down. I don't blame her. I don't tell people about my rejections either.

The rest of the year went by uneventfully. Well, it was uneventful for me but I witnessed plenty of classmates find love and heartbreak. Jackie was one of them. She had two short flings over the course of two months.

Definition of climacteric: period of decrease of reproductive capacity in men and women, culminating, in women, in the menopause.

Saturday, November 3, 2012