All these painted faces, shaded and contoured, brushed on beauty, with the skills of an artist to conceal or reveal what is or isn’t actually there. A painted face can be beautiful indeed, but a true beauty doesn’t need such a thing. I guess for me it’s always been about the natural girl, how seeing her freckles or flaws makes her more like me, closer to me, more real to me. Also in my opinion, when a natural beauty gets made up it can be breath taking as well, because there was already beauty there, there was already the self aware and self worth behind underneath there. I will always fall for the classic beauty, the simple perfections of being imperfect but with a sophistication that no beauty product could come close to convey, conceal, or in other words, I love a woman who is real.

Me and this old guitar. Hey we go back real far. Maybe we should head out to a local bar and see what kind of songs can come from these emotional scars.

“If you find a heart that understands yours you better hold on to that one for sure. Life shouldn’t be about material wealth but all about love and your health. True riches go beyond money to a place in Heaven where you can spend eternity with your honey. Don’t forget this acronym, L.I.F.E.- Love Is For Everyone, so become one with it, anything else is a sin. To know this and yourself is where your life will truly begin.”

– Ryan L. Rinehart

“Questions”

 

“Do you hear it – the cracking that’s happening inside my heart?

Can you smell it – the salty tears that are welling up behind my eyes?

Can you feel it – the withdrawal in my touch that hasn’t happened yet but it must?

Can you speak of it – the level of love that you are about to have lost?

Can you taste it – the hurt in my kiss that flavor of we must end this?

Can you stop all of this – or must I wish the only wish I could wish so you’ll hear, smell, taste and be able to feel and finally speak of what you are going to miss?

“Rinehart’s Poetry” by Ryan L. Rinehart

“I could sense in her all the things that inspired me. The love, the life, the art and the poetry. You would think that should somewhat scare me. But it doesn’t at all, it does the opposite, it sets me free. Thoughts of her fill my mind and flood my heart, she’s the world inside of my art. Like no other before and it seems all a dream, I’d give her my all, I’d give her everything. To be hers and in her arms would indeed be the biggest blessing.”

– Ryan L. Rinehart

It began with you

That feeling that I thought I knew

Learning that I had no clue

What love is and who we are boo

 

You were sunshine in human form

Had me over the moon

Couldn’t live without you

Now here I am in your shadow

What am I going to do

 

Living in lost love because of you

Here I am

Living in lost love because of you

Dying in lost love because of you

Here I am

Dying in lost love because of you

Living and dying in lost love

Because of you

Because of you

 

Day breaks and my dreams shatter

Self doubt all around, Questioning

To you did I even ever matter

It killed me to hear you say

You love me but will see me later

Into the night it gets worse

Memories of you won’t fade away

Damn, I hope this gets better

 

Living in lost love because of you

Here I am

Living in lost love because of you

Dying in lost love because of you

Here I am

Dying in lost love because of you

Living and dying in lost love

Because of you

Because of you

 

Because of you here I am

Because of you

Because of you here I am

I am living and dying in lost love

Because of you

Because of you

There’s art to be seen just being in her presence, words could be written, her image captured, but nothing compares to what she holds inside.