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Rymos is the matryoshkas of stories, poems and philosophical essays. Though the inner doll sometimes is twice as large, only the deep imagination and the literary magics can fit that inside the belly of the babushka. His shortest story as ” Your eyes are beautiful when they see” can be as dull as it reads or it can be a book about the man’s misery.
Rymos likes to tell you something. Something original and untold.
Articles by Ryan…
In Praise of the Blind Worm
In Praise of the Blind Worm Worms are the best of us all. They crawl in the dirt Turning the dry and the barren earth To the fertile womb and the soft bed. They move in the dark, Working tirelessly, sharp. Digging in a dry land Making a water tank ... Read More
Kingdom of Ants
Kingdom of Ants. In the kingdom of ants, Some are gatekeepers Many are soldiers. Some are travelers. Others are workers. Explorers and architects Rank with the caretakers. Menials and serviles No less than monarchs. Ants don't have any preachers. Neither judges nor politicians. Nor a Nobel Prize for big ambition ... Read More
Epiphany of Seeing
Epiphany of Seeing You know how to swim But are you a swimmer? You know how to paint But are you a painter? You know how to play a violin But are you a violinist? You know how to live life But are you living the life? By seeing the ... Read More
Humanity, Merely a Shadow
Humanity, Merely a Shadow. If the hearse arrives now, I shall not delay. Watching the mass, Bloated with ignorance Dancing under the rain of feces With frenzy zeal, Is not something to encourage Neither me nor a human linger any longer. Rymos 14/01/2026 P.S. This poem is the final installment ... Read More
Timeless and Spaceless
Timeless and Spaceless Life is a container, the size of a bottle or an ocean. The past, the present, and the future exist together. Who says the past doesn’t exist and the future hasn’t come yet? For some, these three colours are absolute. For some, they are merely abstract ... Read More
Beyond What Cannot Be Seen
Beyond What Cannot Be Seen It was dark. The air was full of acidic scents: Maybe lust, joy or even despair. All were wolves in the chase Of an imaginary lamb. No one was aware of a wandering soul. ********** The spotlight and two green eyes. Life without an honest ... Read More
Not very brave..
Not Very Brave Nor A New World Sometimes I wonder, If God looks down Would He even recognise us? We observed And we saw fire. We listened and we spoke. But did we create the words Or were they given to us? We used our senses, Started connecting the dots ... Read More
The Grand Dialogue
The Grand Dialogue Islamic Republic of Iran (ISRE): We want a DIRECT dialogue with the West. (Ten days later...) *********** The West: We promised the protesters we would support them if you crossed the line. ISRE: But we didn’t. The West: Are you sure? ISRE: Certainly. The West: Show me ... Read More
An Orchid in Sordid Hands
An Orchid in Sordid Hands Poetry is my language and grossness is his. I am sorry that I couldn’t do it purely this or that. Read this before taking whatever you hear or read in the media seriously. ******** It does not take high intellect to realise that no matter ... Read More
When the Pebbles Turn to Gold
When the Pebbles Turn to Gold From today, forget the word 'prayer' as begging and use the word 'gratitude' instead. What does this mean? It means you are not a beggar, and God does not nurture a beggar's mindset. Being poor does not mean being a beggar. A poor person ... Read More
The Tidal Waves
The Tidal Waves At dawn, I woke to an inviting, powerful call. I opened the window; the breeze engulfed my lungs and encouraged me to head to the beach. I watched the swash coming in: a rush of friendship. Then, I saw the backwash retracting from the shore: the futile ... Read More
The Miracle of the New Year
💫✨The Miracle of the New Year's Eve✨💫 Tonight is the final night of the first quarter of the 21st century. I have witnessed this quarter, and truthfully, there are parts of it I wish I hadn’t. At this moment, as so many people pass me by, I find myself wondering ... Read More
When My Eyes See Clearly Again
When My Eyes See Clearly Again Before diving into this complex topic, I must clarify my terms. When I refer to "the British," I am speaking specifically of the British government and its intelligence agencies. In my view, the United States is an uncultured, pretentious conglomeration of inhumane corporations motivated ... Read More
The Art of Asking Questions
The Root of So-Called AI Answers and the Art of Asking Questions ... Read More
Resolution
Resolution "You are right!" If I don’t know you, so be it. And if I do… Do you know? If yes? "You are right!" And if you don’t, all I can say is this: “Seeing is not seeing without seeing!” *** This is my end game: no game is my ... Read More
My Words
My Words! My Words! Language is an instrument of terrestrial beings,while celestial souls speak in the language of God —the vibration of the universe,The heartbeat! If you can’t hear my heart,what good do my words do? Mis Palabras! El lenguaje es un instrumento de los seres terrestres,mientras las almas celestiales ... Read More
Life Is a Journey — So What?
Life is a journey— so what? Everyone knows that! Life is a journey, everyone knows that. But did you know, this journey must be found and ultimately walked on your own? Some assume rescue lies in following, or that heaven awaits at the end if they simply follow certain directions ... Read More
The poem of life
The poem of life! Life can be a pond, quiet, still and unmoving, or a flowing river, ever-changing, never-ending in motion. It is not a choice to be born, but a decision to live, and a skill to listen, for a calling to become. One lives to the highest, one ... Read More
Joyous Ride
The Day of Joyous Ride It was dawn, a pink and golden dawn. She was holding two pomegranates, the pointy ones, and had a large strawberry in her mouth, a juicy one, while carrying an abundant wheatfield on her shoulder, as she jumped onto a saddle-less horse. The horse trotted ... Read More
A Gardenr Is Needed
A Gardener is Needed! In a paper that no-one reads There was an ad one day: “A gardener is needed, who must be Selfless and grateful with a caring touch.” The garden contains delicate plants Full of bees buzzing around. The plants are benevolence and mercy The scented sap of ... Read More
The world of the last Man’s standing!
The world of the last Man's standing! I am not sad nor lonely. I am the world; The world of the last man's standing. They may stain honour, But never dignity. Dignity is a carved gem within my heart; If they wish to take that away, they must reach into ... Read More
A Simple Formula for Life of Homo Sapiens
A Simple Formula for Life of Homo Sapiens Knowing is knowledge. Applying it is action. Seeing the difference between the two creates wisdom. Knowledge makes a man a philosopher. Action makes a man a creator. And God is Knowledge, Action and Wisdom All at once, at once, timelessly. Rymos 24/10/2025 ... Read More
A Response to Meister Eckhart
A Response To Meister Eckhart* The sword Jesus brought to the world was not meant to shed blood but to unsettle. To tear the curtain of ignorance and let the light shine through. The world is nothing but God, yet we need not speak of Him as though the words ... Read More
Vivir en Granada es como…
Mi primer poema en español Vivir en Granada es como... (Un ligar con palabras) La vida es sobre el sentir. La vida es sobre encontrar el amor y reir. La vida es sobre dar y no solo tomar. Granada es buena ciudad, tiene mucho sentir y mucho amor, muchas calles ... Read More
La Bonita Vida
La bonita vida Nosotros hemos preguntado ¿que es mas importante; vivir sin el sol- sin libertad o volar por un momento con libertad? Siempre me ha gustado bailar con las olas del mar, ¿por que he acabado en un desierto, maldad? La vida es bonita, porque nos da muchas sorpresas ... Read More
Dónde está mi casa?
Dónde está mi casa? Sidney solía ser una ciudad tranquila con muchas playas bonitas con arenas suaves y doradas. Yo soli vivir en casa frente a una bahía llena de aire fresco. Yo soli ir al teatro de la ópera , se llama: Sydney opera house " a menudo, quizás ... Read More