D.K. Sanz/Kyrian Lyndon > Quotes

“LAST WORD

You made me laugh,
And I forgot all the tears.
You helped me up,
And I forgot the times
You let me down.
You were hatred,
Just as surely as
You were love.
You were everything right
And everything wrong—
Humility and
Defiance,
Cruelty
And kindness,
Approval and
Contempt.
You were everything
And nothing.
I had to let you go,
And it freed me.
Still, I’m sad,
For I know
Who you might have been.
I know you so well…
But you do not know me.”
― Kyrian Lyndon, Remnants of Severed Chains

“The rationale seems to be that we keep people as victims by validating them, empathizing with them, and fighting alongside them for equality and the dignity they deserve. I don’t think people are kept down by that. I believe what keeps people down is the constant dismissal of their pain, the degradation, the humiliation, the fear of injustice, and the continuous crushing of their will, their faith, and their hope. This type of oppression kills the self-esteem people need to empower themselves, and it's flat-out terrorism.”
― Kyrian Lyndon

“Evolving increases our value, and when we know our value, we navigate toward those with whom we share a genuine interest and appreciation. The rest, in my estimation, is bondage.”
― Kyrian Lyndon, Remnants of Severed Chains

“UNMERCIFUL
My body was a useless entity.
In your presence, it betrayed me.
Like dangerous waters beckoning
In their mystifying beauty.
Their tantalizing fluidity caressed my body
As I resisted taking the plunge.

My body betrayed me,
Ignored me like a preoccupied stranger
With a will of its own.
And, I cruelly learned,
I could control what happened
Only if you were merciful.

But, watching you,
Listening to you,
Was not merciful.
It was a torturous joy.”
― Kyrian Lyndon, Awake with the Songbirds

“But time brought healing,
Downsizing of ego,
And freedom from bondage.
Alas, neither damnation
Nor salvation
Would come—
No terror of some hellish fiend
Or apocalyptic fury
Upon his command.
There was nothing to fear,
And there was everything.”
― Kyrian Lyndon, Remnants of Severed Chains

“He carries his torch for you
In the dark emptiness of his soul,
Where it lights only
His limited space
In a vast universe.
It matters not
If it burns
Or extinguishes.
It is deceptive.
It is false.
It has nothing to do with you.
He is so duplicitous.
She is so trusting.
Her world seems ideal,
But it isn’t real.
He enslaved her
Because she was already
In bondage.
The master was ego.”
― Kyrian Lyndon, Remnants of Severed Chains

“GARDEN OF WISDOM

A heart that has ached mercilessly
Can spin a lifetime of agony
Into a solacing garden of wisdom,
Offering you comfort
And peace.
It’s the same heart that knows the
Ecstasy of just being alive
And cherishes every moment.”
― Kyrian Lyndon, Awake with the Songbirds

“How was it then that I could see a monster in him as easily as I could see his dignity, his integrity, and his charm? I had learned over the years that he held everything in for as long as he could. When he reached his limit, unrelated incidents could unleash that pent-up anger to an unprecedented degree.”
― Kyrian Lyndon, Provenance of Bondage

“AND I FELT DRENCHED IN LOVE

Rising from the abyss,
No longer tangled in wire,
There was an opening above
All of the blackness
Where I could see swirling clouds,
Black, gray, and gold,
Covering the gray sky
With just a hint of the sun’s light.
Beautiful doves flew above—
White doves, black doves.
It was neither dark nor light.
The darkness and light had become one.
Gentle arms wrapped around me,
Encircling me with an impenetrable shield.
The arms held me protectively as I cried,
And I felt drenched in love,
Feeling more tenderness than I could ever have imagined.
 ”
― Kyrian Lyndon

“I do not wish karma, whatever that may be.
I do not wish you to continue to do what you do until life punishes you mercilessly in return for your foolishness. I’d rather we learn—all of us—to right the wrongs. My wish is for all ships to change course in the raging waters and for every passenger on this perilous journey to sail on to blissful havens, living blissful dreams.”
― Kyrian Lyndon, Remnants of Severed Chains

“What had those vile creatures unleashed in me? What beast had they awakened? I think I vowed to kill the beast and bury it so deep in the abyss it would never again rear its ugly head. Part of me did make this promise. The other part embraced an unfolding of life’s inextinguishable flames and the mind’s unspoken bondage.
As far as reinforcing the strength of my mind’s resolve, I supposed my body was a useless entity. Rather, it was this fancy thing I lived in—a mausoleum that beckoned the living, promising gratification, refuge, solace, peace, even immortality. It wasn’t me. It wasn’t mine. I realized then, it had never belonged to me. I could control what happened to it only if people were merciful. Watching Valentin was not merciful. It was a torturous joy.”
― Kyrian Lyndon, Deadly Veils Book One Provenance of Bondage

“SAME OLD NEIGHBORHOOD

The neighborhood hasn’t changed,
But the draperies on the windows have been swept aside.
We see you.
Telling someone to go back to where they came from,
To the place where they had no voice
And no choice.
That place where they were beaten,
Neglected and shamed,
Where they never felt safe,
Never had a chance.

Oh, they’d love to go home,
But home isn’t home anymore.

The neighborhood hasn’t changed;
But the fanfaronade has consequences.
We hear you.
It’s not just words.
It’s not simply freedom.
It’s a weapon to harm and destroy.
To punish those who aren’t the same.
People just like you commit horrific crimes,
But you don’t identify them
Only with crimes because they mirror you.
People just like you hurt you and fight you and hate you,
But you don’t see them all as threatening because they are you.

The neighborhood hasn’t changed,
But many more of us want to live here only in peace.
You can make that happen.
So many beautiful people I’ve known in my life
Were those people you rejected,
And they were full of warmth and kindness and wisdom.
You don’t see them because they’re not the same.

The neighborhood hasn’t changed,
And neither has any divine love for all who live here.
Like you, we are sacred.
All is sacred every moment of every day.”
― Kyrian Lyndon

“She hated flowers, and I wondered why
That was;
When diamonds less radiant
Diminished her gloom,
And she delighted in the fragrance of her favorite perfume.

She hated that they withered and faded,
I thought;
That their petals broke loose,
And they barely hung on.
She hated that they were thrown away,
With every trace of them gone.

They were delicate and fragile like her,
I’d say;
The kind of thing
She felt so undeserving of.
It’s such taxing work for the weary,
Simply to nurture and love.

She clung to her own greenness and vigor,
I thought.
Exquisite as they were,
They brought too much sorrow;
She detested caring for those that,
Would not need her tomorrow.

She was too oppressed to provide refuge,
I found.
I heard heartbreaking stories,
Where she had it rough.
She did the best she could, I know,
But it was just never enough.

She is every bit like the flowers,
You know,
Warms your vulnerable heart,
With kindness and grace;
Brings happy tears to your eyes,
And the most joyful smile to your face!

She regales like a queen, and she stuns,
I say;
And I love her,
As I do those flowers she hates!
Some have penetrable walls, you know;
She has padlocked iron gates.”
― Kyrian Lyndon

“Dying embers set alight—
What had those vile creatures unleashed in me?
What beast had they awakened?
I think I vowed to kill the beast
With a single flame’s fury and resilience,
Bury it so deep in the abyss
That it would never again rear its ugly head.
Part of me did make this promise.
The other part embraced
An unfolding of life’s inextinguishable flames
And the mind’s unspoken bondage.
Because the crushing of one’s will
Didn’t cease with the conquest.
Poison oozed from the wound
Like some fairy tale curse
That corrupted your spirit,
Making it so vile,
You couldn’t know or understand your desires.”
― Kyrian Lyndon, Shattering Truths

“The beauty within
Became the beauty
Eyes could see,
Not perfection—
Courage, perhaps…
Determination,
Defiance,
And love.
She was free.
No jewel would sparkle with
More radiance,
And the years would not tarnish its shine.”
― Kyrian Lyndon, Remnants of Severed Chains

“Despite mournful envy and

Dejected wrath,

We bask under blue skies,

Bewitching stars,

And mystical moons,

Loving rumbles of thunder,

Glistening raindrops,

And a hazy peaceful sunrise.

In the face of

Sorrowful greed,

We delight in magnificent mountains,

Bountiful oceans,

Turquoise lagoons,

Beautiful blossoms,

And the green, green grass

Of springtime.

Through raging anger,

Aching sadness,

We treasure radiant sunsets,

Seek marble courtyards,

Ancient architecture,

And splendid arched bridges.

We sing the praises of

Breathtaking falls.

Even crushed

And bewildered,

We are captivated by

Exquisite winged creatures,

Tropical forests,

And the critters we nurture.

We embrace the power in our divinity

And the superb magic of everything.

With every threat to the world

We belong to

And embrace,

We revel in books and dreams.

We’re mesmerized by

Otherworldly visions

And plentiful hues.

We cherish

The light in ever-curious

Truth seekers,

And are ever grateful

For smiles,

Rapturous affection,

Laughter,

And love.”
― Kyrian Lyndon

“The robin in your tender heart
Hungers for the red berry
That titillates your tongue.
She carols as the snow falls—
And not with the chorus of the dawn
In radiant spring.
What might have been?
Your voice silenced,
The spirit of you
Destroyed,
I see glimpses of your fire
From the light that has vanished
From your eyes.
Your wings soar,
Only not to follow
Your heart.
Whatever the passion,
Let it burn.
It will save you.”
― Kyrian Lyndon, Remnants of Severed Chains

“I knew what she said was not true.
There are monsters, you see—
I just knew.”
― Kyrian Lyndon, A Dark Rose Blooms