obstacles to crash

some days reaching down deep

never deep enough

the hole dug is too deep

escape through the floor

lie on the floor

melt into and through the floor

roll over outside inside

keep changing the spot always

hearing whispers but realize

finally those are the thoughts

when the pen rests

on the table or in a pocket

where I go when I rest

in a pocket of peace

can create nearly anywhere

somewhere want to be somewhere

so many places this mind

needs to see chained to a job

how strong stuck mentally

in mud pushing forward

never quite out of the mud

the mind makes obstacles to crash

through everyday all day

made it through another day

positive thoughts sharing them profusely

somewhere out there

someone will get it…

perfect for skipping rocks

a mission to turn

someone else onto

the thinking that

there is a better way

back when I was young

thoughts were simple

ideas stacked up

knock them down

learned a lot and unlearned more

since back then when everything

was simple like the day

and beautiful like the night

and who is writing it down

for people like me

want to think

and that’s exactly what I do

but what am I doing

poetry or random thoughts

no longer filled with anger or sadness

left it in the pages behind

forward progression

the positive struggle

to leave the world a little better

than when I found it

find it still every day and night

knowing most people aren’t thinking

for themselves or about hurting each other

but what do I know where do I go

grew up reading too much

listening to the original street music

as it was born big boom boxes

and even bigger headphones

heavy bass and even played drums for a bit

never dropped the pen though

unless to the page like the needle to a record

simple ideas to end the day

couple of cardinals in the tree

and a family of rabbits in the brush

hardly alone in this place near the still pond

no wind perfect for skipping rocks…

looking across the pond

reflecting

the sky above the pond

slight ripple right

across the surface

can’t really label this anymore

it has no real definition

simply put whatever comes out

thoughts pushing pen across

the page slight ripple right

in the hand collecting

arming the self for resting days

sandwiched between non-stop

busy days in the workplace

sometimes an under the skin

annoyance to have to waste half the day

how else does one survive

the other half putting words down

on pages for others to contemplate

or maybe just to settle my own mind

in this chaotic world…

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night before sunrise

wonder if I will rise in time

to see first light

everything is covered

with pollen dusty yellow

roads and cars and trees

wonder if he will have breakfast

alone again standing at the railing

melting the brain through the pen

moving slightly to the sounds

in the ears responsible

for at least half the inspiration

other half is completely visual

and it is the reason he believes

words on the page still have a purpose

no need to be plugged in

to open up a book

“I am not much of a reader…”

it’s what he constantly hears

give it a try again

for the first time maybe

what will be lost

a little time and a few thoughts

might not use them anyway

as long as the sun rises

these words can be seen

wonder if I will rise in time

to see first light…

first born

they tell me the seed was planted north of the border
on a camping trip to New Brunswick
how many others have this kind of information
always wondered if this little known fact
makes me Canadian by conception
the idea that started the strong family unit
first born I am part of it
son of a nurse and a teacher
don’t think I could have picked a better combination
and it wasn’t long before I had a brother and a sister
the five of us are tight like a fist
raised high like some praise
respect love encouraging individuality
none of us are the same
the outstretched five fingers
connected to the same hand
one love never showing my appreciation enough
want to dedicate all my thoughts
any success or fortune found
because of the strong foundation
on which I stand
through all the misfortune and mistakes
and nearly forty years never so much
as scratched the foundation
on which I stand
determination as first born
to produce something for the future
and since I have no child I will
leave no thought behind
putting words down as daily as possible
father gave me his pensive wisdom
mother nurtured me caringly
brother taught me introspective adventurous compassion
sister is happiness’ faithful determination
and I am first born
the least I can do is write it all down…

value her more

value her more

than anyone at times

been through

so many ups and downs

watching her grandson

almost forty paint the same

deck her husband did

every few years

who could’ve imagined

value every smile

how could I refuse an omelet

hard work thoughts driving home

not wanting to leave her sight

but she’s her own boss still

takes care while everyone keeps an eye out

value every story

and all the memories she keeps

in that top drawer

relaxing in the same chair

so much love in the little lady

call her my g-ma… 

mountain climber

no longer know

what this is

supposed to be

thought freedom of thought

would be encouraged

even welcomed

thought it might be interesting

to keep up with the thought logs

capturing glimpses

of what this thinker thinks

whatever comes up comes out

inspired by some I may never meet

hear their words

and the beat keeps

the head bobbing

they do it differently

and at times hanging on every word

how do they remember it all

still don’t know

what this is

supposed to be my art

or some shit

but what if

no one gets it

what if no one cares

about thoughts inspiring

these scribblings actually

still done with a pen

and a blank page first

wondering what forty-nine

degrees in late May means

rainy day lonely thoughts

don’t get in the way

rearranging older ones

only hope

people still want to read

and if they don’t

guess that’s not my problem

to solve only

my mountain to climb

whatever that means…

on top of my own

hours pass so quickly

barely able to catch up

with my own thoughts

everyone all around is busy

doing something everyone’s

going somewhere

planning for something

constantly reading and studying

trying to understand history

on top of my own thoughts

hours pass sifting

through older words

noticing how some have aged well

and some have been outgrown

and permanently left behind

hours pass moving

only forward

even if stationary…

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Review by: mendingwall on May 17, 2014 :

The poet, Ryan Lessard, has an extremely visual style both in the mechanical construction of his lines which wrap around each other leading to the next "random thought" and the vertical message often hidden in the first word of each line. The poems themselves are interconnected as the neural pathways of the brain...not as random as a single read would lead one to believe.... and a single read does them no justice. If you want cute rhymes, buy a Hallmark card for $2.99. If you enjoy intellectual challenges, spend two bucks more and download Thirty-3 for an evening or two of thought-provoking and personal glimpses into the mind of a thinker who will challenge you to view the world in a different way. For an idea of this poet's evolution, see his earlier works still available on Amazon. To keep up with his current thoughts, visit his blog at nicefropress.blogspot.com

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in a different way

in a different way

but with real eyes

hope some day we all

realize we aren’t here

for too long

we should probably

try to enjoy our time

or not waste it

or have fun or help others

maybe not

in a different way I am probably

wrong in thoughts but I have real eyes

to see that society too is changing

in a different way they say it is all

for our protection

but I hope we realize

it’s really all about

power and control

and no questions

move along…

nephews brought it back

back on a skateboard

nephews brought back

the youth for my brother and I

turning around in the truck I asked

“in 20 years are you two

still going to be hanging out

like your father & I?”

both boys answered yes

with big smiles

and smiles all around

as my brother & I try

not to hurt ourselves

on new skateboards

and old tricks

looking at my bro I say

“we used to do this everyday

all day…”

smiling and riding off

to try another trick

we skated for years

on our childhood dead end street

shaking loose the memories of

those days before life

got all serious and work

related and fun was minimalized

still somehow dodging that one

or used it to our advantage

bringing back the youth

even if for only a couple

hours at the skate park…

see the light flip the switch

trying to see the light

flip the switch

in the mind

blown daily

by the things that bother

the average person

certain that this constant

pen movement has some purpose

can’t have none

but if it does it does

still going to be here grinding out

thoughts never faded

once put down in these pages

some might type instead

can’t put down the pen

at the end of the day

clouds and rain might

arrive and it won’t stop

the drive behind a will

to do better than survive…

Be Great

yesterday same time

reminded me that I am 

probably more important

than I believe I am

no one without these words

non stop thought

for the record

yesterday continued

a bond goes back

thirty years to be exact

unbroken new chapter

don't just think you are great

know you are great everyday

for the record

slow down notice

know the feeling

walls down before

seems like they will crush

from all angles

but they haven’t moved at all

finally escaping the net

slow down notice it wasn’t even there

all in the mind

limitations are mind related

what type of life changing

thoughts are others having

right now

how do they make it through

their days and dark nights

knowing the feeling of looking

forward and overlooking thoughts

right here right now

sure tomorrow is another day

but today is right here

don’t waste it make it matter

add it to the historical account

of the life you are living

get living get moving…

scent is rain

an hour early

but it is just how I roll

at times need time to prepare

for whatever is to come

is this writing automatic

who knows what is going

to get in my way today

a sound of startled birds

then their song

in through an open window

a passing cars or an accident that

hasn’t happened yet

a cool breeze up under the shirt

but the scent in the air is rain

how many times do I restart

the project of continuous writing

thinking I am the goalie of thought

none of them will get by

and how in the world

do we all get by

we just keep on

no matter what the struggle

grocery store employment

over 20 years hardly the plan

but plenty of time to think

and write and share

everyone should share their story

there is something great

everywhere no doubt surprises

in the corners of every mind…

always working

re-positioning the mind

a more relaxed state

hear what they call news

don’t know how it impacts

this life here without

the world wide connection

we would really still be

in the dark

extremely dependent still

on everything always working

what if everything stopped

working all at once

what happens then

re-positioning the mind

to at least think

about the possibility…

just ramblin'

just move then

pen and sun through the window

wood grain beneath both arms

love this time of year

this time of day

perfect for reflection

what is said and unsaid

just pen thoughts

without destination

fighting the thoughts

hidden in silence

trying to understand the world

filled with violence

always want to be about peace

violence starts as force

ruling over free people

knowledge is power

to take back individual freedom

if nothing else

love this time of reflection

questioning everything

we are a part of without consent

but by necessity to operate

in our daily lives

reflection not like that in the mirror

like that in the individual

waking up to the reality

all around no one wants to read

and yet still putting words here

in books even if I am the last one…

twist and burn

time to stop and think

always is and hardly

what your mom wants to hear

bend what you know as real

feel the rush not similar

to the burn of Niacin

out through all the pores

twenty minutes a little like boiling

if I had to guess

how would I really know

spending the day reading

putting thoughts in books

on screens big and small

piece of the world where I sit

need to get words in front of more eyes

time to twist and burn one down

thoughts on my brother scent in the breeze

trees of May send the mind down a slide

never know what I might come across

then down like a cross word puzzle

like I have been to some

many more have disappeared

from these eyes overlooking

the pond at the bottom of the hill

look for the cloud and my head in a book

putting words here what if I didn’t

think about how crowded a mind

heavy thought instead would rather

light it up and relax…

drops under clouds

hours pass

seconds seems

quicker than the mind

can process slow it down

washing clothes

everything I own worn

hours pass faster

temperature rises quick

drops under clouds creeping

from behind the trees

up overhead after sunrise shine

across the pond wonder what

it looked like before everyone

moved onto the land

hours pass and it’s the next day

from when thought began

time to sleep…