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…

first Review of my new eBook THIRTY-3

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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https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/435605

 

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…

when it's important

probably comes down to

not wanting to question

reality and things we are taught

to believe as true and real

probably comes down to

how comfortable we have become

uncomfortable depending on the chair

or success but put it in the air anyway

time to move onward and inland

back to the shoe city always

questioned my reality there

might clear some things up

probably not but

it probably comes down to

waking up and changing

things as necessary

when it is important…

twelve hours same day

it’s as if no one reads

or would be interested

in some thinking for the day

here sitting behind a screen

putting words before eyes

imagine everyone did

supporting eyes

and strangers

stranger daze

yesterday high reached

eighty never hit fifty today

t-shirt sweatshirt inside outside

still trying to keep it moving

keep it multiplying… 

not what you are thinking about

this is not what everyone else is thinking about

and the television always reminds me of this fact

no war has ever been justified as it is presented

other factors always contribute but this

is hidden along with other important facts that avoid

the eyes of the average American but the

root of the problem is the strangled liberty

from behind the invisible bars that we live

which job is the one to pay us to be free

tyranny behind a desk or microphone

springs in the air finally still New England chill

when May arrives mornings are warmer

he rises well before the suns

first light and in a couple hours it

appears over buildings while standing in a parking lot

he seems to rise higher when he sees this light daily

is warming him where he stands

a thought before continuing the day

protector of the ‘never stagnant mind’… 

why not

someone asked me why I write

only thing I could think of saying

was I can’t imagine not writing

never gave myself that option I guess

to not write so much more than anyone

sees or knows drowning in a sea of no’s

I am therefore I think therefore I write

that’s about the best answer I could give

so from this point forward

the answer to this question may differ

but will always begin with

—why not…

Thirty-3 my new eBook is available NOW!!!

please let me know what you all think and thank you for reading, click the link and get it now!!!

-cover Painting is by my brother Mat Lessard-

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/435605

hear these words

if asked to pick one thing to protect

liberty would be that thing—liberty

means the freedom to do what we want

anything that doesn’t harm another

at some point this liberty may be challenged

all of us must be vigilant in protection of liberty

it is most important for future generations

means looking a little closer at those making

the laws and enforcing them

right to assemble and protest met by police

to silence dissent when this dissent is necessary

tell everyone around it’s for the future

people really need to open up to these thoughts

what are we going to do if we cannot disagree

they will control every aspect of our lives

do everything to hold liberty tight and

not let go no matter how much they

want to control our every move

to be free means to cherish liberty

hear these words…