“Maybe”

 

“Maybe one day you’ll look at me and I’ll be all you need.

Maybe one day you’ll finally say all the things I have felt everyday.

Maybe one day you’ll see it’s crazy hard to be without me.

Maybe one day you’ll reach out for this and I’ll be there for you to kiss.

Maybe one day you’ll finally turn my fantasy into our reality.

Maybe one day doesn’t actually come and I’ll see that and actually be done.”

“Rinehart’s Poetry” by Ryan L. Rinehart

“Given the fact that you can be into someone doesn’t necessarily mean that you are in love with them. It could as easily be that an infatuation is occurring and you need to feed that craving. To satiate that hunger for that particular person in that space and time.”  – Ryan L. Rinehart

“There’s an underbelly of disastrous intent in our lives, to try to make one seemingly not male or female but somehow without difference or detail as which is which or who is what. This will only lead to painful confusion and more suicides, because your inner identity will struggle with a forced and coerced image of what to be by a liberal society. Boys cannot learn to be men without an identity of what it is to be one, same coin but different side, girls cannot learn to be women without an identity of what one is. To generalize and set aside the unique qualities of what each of these identities has to offer is a complete disastrous and malicious destruction of a much needed social construct of true reality. Yes, there are bad examples of being a man or a woman in our society, but that’s what they are, bad examples, of what not to be. To be a better man or woman doesn’t come from a neutrality of confirmatory and shutting down what it is to be either one, being different and having one enhance the other in it’s positive complementary nature is the goal in a society.
What is the necessary neutrality is that both males and females strive for being better human beings, rather than the destruction of the identity of what it is to be either one.” – Ryan L. Rinehart

“The thing about my hands and fingertips,….they were made for more than writing, fighting, and painting. They were meant to be used along with my heart to touch another with understanding and loves passion. To let the strength in them boldly soften upon the caress of the one that holds my heart, to show her that here in these hands she is safe and very much loved.
The thing about love is……it can be the hardest wished for and wanted item in ones life. One has to keep waiting and hoping though. I have had glimpses of what I have wanted, thought I held that most sought out for kind of love, well you learn from it. Knowing it’s out there brings a smile and frustration.
The thing about waiting is….it may seem like it takes forever, but once the wait is over, you’re only waiting to start loving them again tomorrow.”
“Hart’s Heart” by Ryan L. Rinehart

“Never have I experienced the love for someone in such a way, sure I’ve had puppy love, tough love, dumb love, even the lustful kind of love, but this isn’t any of those pretenders. I have even wondered now what I had thought was a true love, if it was just a cover, a disguise, because what I am feeling isn’t like any other. Can it be after failure and the suffer that you get to finally have such a lover? My comprehension isn’t blurred because I know of this truly, but the articulation of the subject can be down right confusing. Together with her feels like the lost pieces have returned, that somehow I have got back everything that I was missing. I know she’s my everything, that I am a man in love, and with her love, that I can do anything.” – Ryan L. Rinehart

Truth: Life doesn’t require that we be the best, only that we try our best. With that “best” being in effect, one should be the best human one can be. Humanity is a mindset. I think it has to do with sociology and learning or teaching someone to be human. When you are born your parents or whomever is there teach you to crawl/walk then to talk. Eventually you are off to school were you learn more things like math, etc. But you really have no clue what being human is. Morals are one thing. Religion is another. True humanity though needs to be brought out in an understanding on its own separate from all affluence so it is pure. Then you can understand fully all humans as they are without any bias. This doesn’t mean you may agree with another human, but you will understand them on the truest level. However if all are actualizing themselves and trying to be the best humans they can possibly be, there would be a better community, a better society, a better planet, for all to enjoy.

– Ryan L. Rinehart

“She Sees”

I think she sees,
That I am a man,
But a different breed.
One who trusts,
Never breaks promises,
She sees all of me.

Couldn’t spell it out
But it’s in every detail,
What I hold for her,
What she holds for me.
Nothing in this world
Could ever derail,
What we have,
What our love entails.

I think she sees,
The soul inside of me,
And that sets her free.
Never afraid to say such things,
How she feels
Away from me,
Or right beside me.
A love,
That was meant to be.

I think she sees,
What it is,
And how she means to me,
Becoming my lifes philosophy.
Cause, I am a different breed,
Being her man,
It’s all there’s left,
For me.

Couldn’t spell it out
But it’s in every detail,
What I hold for her,
What she holds for me.
Nothing in this world
Could ever derail,
What we have,
What our love entails.

“In the far reaches, those hard to get at places, in the depths of you, where you let no one enter, out of fear, because you just didn’t dare. That’s where I live, where you can find the truth, and maybe that’s why you find it with me a reflection of the you, the you you want to be.
I don’t fear damnation, I don’t care about the views of others, for I have endured hells and rumors before.
There is no fear in creation, so it is, I do not fear my creator.
Evil is what you give a name to that which disagrees with what you perceive to be agreeable.
If the root of all evil was gaining intelligence, then wouldn’t the creativity behind making it be in and of itself evil?
No, is always the answer. But no thought was put in giving it.
So if the plan was a test, than a sacrifice to rebirth and regain what was lost, when everything was preordained, is it really self will or something more profane?
Some will say you can’t question such things, then why do I weild the power to do so, and question everything?
I am here, centered, not lost, even though some say that I am. They fear damnation, they care about views from others, they haven’t endured hells or rumors, they don’t know the meaning of love.
Love is to accept, to forgive, to hold onto, with intelligence to guide you. Not to condemn, to punish, or to cast away.
There is no fear or folly in creation, it is as it’s made to be.
That’s where I live, where you can find the truth, and maybe that’s why you find it with me a reflection of the you, the you you want to be.”
– Ryan L. Rinehart

“I cannot respond in any way shape or form to your unexpressed and uncomunicated desires. For me to go wrong in my own way is far better than to go right in some one else’s way. Kinda like the contrasting condition of a death, when a person passes away we appreciate and value our lives more. So if you cannot value or appreciate with expression that for which I am to you, then this is the end. Better off alone then lonely together as I see it.”
-Ryan L. Rinehart

“In my wrinkles you can read what’s happened to me, the crowsfeet, the laugh lines, the scars, but what you won’t see is what it actually did to me. Building character takes time, time uses whethering to mark where it’s been, I am me from the day I was born, when I die I will still be me but only a little worn. So as I gray and age with grace, may the laugh lines get deeper upon my face. Here’s to life, to love, and the memory of and surviving to getting old.”

– Ryan L. Rinehart

“I have started to miss that aroma, on her skin it enchanted the sences and stoked fires of desires in a mere wiff, that vastness of her sillage started to dissipate upon the pillow she used, the one she laid upon next to me every night, but not for a few nights now. I ache for it, desperately trying to breath deeply into the pillow to try to catch even a glimer of her scent. That’s the thing with moments in memory’s that conjugate around the entirety of senses complied upon with emotions. Afterall isn’t an enjoyable experience worth remembering, even so enhanced with the sights, the sounds, and scrumptious smells? “Affairs of Hart” by Ryan L. Rinehart

“Crooked Tooth”

“When it comes down to,
That one crooked tooth,
In a smile thats just got you hooked.
What do you do?
Tell me, what do you do?
When nothing looks as good
As the way they look at you.
What do you do?
Tell me, what do you do?

How ’bout you
Just smile somewhere else
Cause you’ve turn these green eyes blue.
I’ve gotta do whatever it takes,
To get over you,
And that one crooked tooth.

You had amazed me,
Drove me crazy.
Now at times
I feel like you played me.
I can still see you smile
Still hear how you called me baby.
And how it all comes down to
That one crooked tooth.
I need a dentist,
See if I can fix this.

Cause,

When it comes down to,
That one crooked tooth,
In a smile thats just got you hooked.
What do you do?
Tell me, what do you do?
When nothing looks as good
As the way they look at you.
What do you do?
Tell me, what do you do?

You’ve got that smile,
That always drives me wild,
And that one crooked tooth
Gets me every time
I look at you.
What am I gonna do?
Tell me, what do you do?

You know,
When it comes down to,
That one crooked tooth,
In a smile thats just got you hooked.
What do you do?
Tell me, what do you do?
When nothing looks as good
As the way they look at you.
What do you do?
Tell me, what do you do?

Baby, don’t you know,
That I miss you,
And that one crooked tooth.
You and your crooked tooth.

By
Ryan L. Rinehart