Ryan Klubeck
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Ryan Klubeck is a graduate of King's College in
Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania, where he received a
Bachelor of Arts in English and philosophy. His
influences include Edgar Allan Poe, John Keats,
and ancient Greek philosopher Plato. Klubeck's
creative skills are also employed in his band
Ethereal Collapse, for which he writes much of the
material.
Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania, where he received a
Bachelor of Arts in English and philosophy. His
influences include Edgar Allan Poe, John Keats,
and ancient Greek philosopher Plato. Klubeck's
creative skills are also employed in his band
Ethereal Collapse, for which he writes much of the
material.
Within These Walls
Words burst forth from the pages of yore
To inundate the mind with their ancient lore
Open wide, gates of thought, to the impending flood
Of beauty and truth that we all adore
The pen moves wildly across the page,
Weaving its ideas through endless rage
Fearing loss, it scribbles every last thought
Moving about like a dancer onstage
But when met with powers of human perception
Those words do journey in infinite directions
And it can be plainly seen, through these tours,
That the destination is always ours
For we always tend towards that flashing beacon
That glows most prominently in our own minds.
A Requiem for the Seasons
The sun retreats and the poles reverse,
Curtailing days and quickening nights
Cold winds descend to scorch the earth,
Sweeping its travelers cruelly aside
The clouds concoct a dreadful solution,
Blanketing mountainsides with all of their might
And waters in which men could once swim
Now lie frozen, stricken with terror
Although this fury persists for a while,
Mind-engraved like a deep-seated trauma,
A conflagration burns high above,
Yearning to ignite the withered souls below
And beneath this dying star, life is returned
As winter is forced into hiding once more
Words burst forth from the pages of yore
To inundate the mind with their ancient lore
Open wide, gates of thought, to the impending flood
Of beauty and truth that we all adore
The pen moves wildly across the page,
Weaving its ideas through endless rage
Fearing loss, it scribbles every last thought
Moving about like a dancer onstage
But when met with powers of human perception
Those words do journey in infinite directions
And it can be plainly seen, through these tours,
That the destination is always ours
For we always tend towards that flashing beacon
That glows most prominently in our own minds.
A Requiem for the Seasons
The sun retreats and the poles reverse,
Curtailing days and quickening nights
Cold winds descend to scorch the earth,
Sweeping its travelers cruelly aside
The clouds concoct a dreadful solution,
Blanketing mountainsides with all of their might
And waters in which men could once swim
Now lie frozen, stricken with terror
Although this fury persists for a while,
Mind-engraved like a deep-seated trauma,
A conflagration burns high above,
Yearning to ignite the withered souls below
And beneath this dying star, life is returned
As winter is forced into hiding once more