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A Carving of Hearts

I can not give away the Image engraved in my vision 
as I stood beside giants while hidden
mighty Titans, that is how I saw the trees that hid me
in their shadows like a villain 
thrown together by circumstance, 
I looked high into the sky, had to cover my eyes 
reaching out for an introduction
my gesture sat unmoved, unworthy
the trees remain silent and solemn
absurd, it would be troubling if a Tree answered me
as a friend to attend a function
crazy as it seems the perfect witness is a tree 
to keep a secret like an alliance unspoken
a maze of roots wrapped around in the soil
twisting, and turning almost impossible to follow, to my feet, to a connection   

In the privacy of the trees, I saw you hiding from me or was it a dream that brought me here just to see you my dear carving the heart of another into our tree

the tree trunk held a carving of the smallest heart
amber in color like old blood no longer red
I found you here like all the tears that do not fall
instead I am drowning in my head
the knife came from your pocket as you were kissing me
far into a place unexpected 
with precision our letters appeared in the center
of the tree, of the heart, of regrets
pride, he walked me along the path to the trees
to the heart, to you and the sharpest of knives that I keep in your chest
time has slipped away,no forward, no back, no simply left me in trespass
my titan trees did not protest the screams
the blood that still runs along their roots
twisting and turning from you to me at last
 

Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

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Ethereal

a single drop
escapes and shapes
the one reforms into the many
forces merge and maintain the center
as an ocean to a clear running stream
effortless delicate movements
the beautiful semblance of creation
only free when infinity extends an open hand
we gracefully bend submitting to the wind
ever escalating the highest life and limb
gales roll in and away
drifting wide and floating astray
iridescence is indescribable yet defines
the sky as she decides a color
her choice always a brilliant contrasting horizon
grandiloquent patterns push to lavish design
extending to no less than the highest point
contours of jewels and soft silky edges
expand in the flourishing demand
moving on in an elaborate showdown
illumination has changed direction
mist is abundantly clear
looting and diverting a moon’s glow
enhancing the sky’s light with spectrum’s of sight
diamonds in the sky
these silhouettes fall into a slow embrace
obscurity celebrates movement
with this final chance in a dance
abstract is an overachiever here
endlessly molding a new shape
a familiar sight replaces the mirage
swarming the moonlight to be still
to see the secret inside a shimmer
the very heart of all things  
where a reminiscent choral sound
rhapsodies pure aesthetic
calls you to a sublime slumber
magnificent claims this place of illusion
a majestic showing of dreams and nightmares
more is all we need
patiently we await the kiss from bliss
her touch behind the eyes
opens up the skies
for an Ethereality


Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

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The Key

a warning shot 
triggers the clock
heads tick to every second
enters the flip of a magnet 


a distinction to please 
entropy finds a seat 
takes the rein
broken strings gathered neat


provokes an impulse 
the overture tumbles 
pushes a soft warm breeze 
leans in with an ease
steals the air I breathe
holds the key 



Terry D'Arcy-Ryan

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You and Me

When a sparrow dies
does it touch one thing
does it drop
limb to limb 
does it rattle
the whole Tree

Yes, I'm a tree 
don't you see
forever reaching 
to the sky 
a better view 
into you
always, growing, twisting, turning
into what I can't move
growing around you

And you, the ever strong
un-moving stone
here I am outshone
impaired beyond despair
a fate come undone
we enhance and embrace
a solid rock frame
creating the ordinary monument 
a place to see your name

When a sparrow dies
does it touch one thing 
does it hit 
branch to branch 
does it kill
the whole tree


Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

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The Promised Land

The view of a green meadow, aspirations undisturbed   
Twisting turning junctions lead to provinces returned
The sound of faraway church bells ring in my ears
 A mournful lullaby they sing for true believers
This congregation is heard in a songbird cadence  
No wings are needed to find heaven’s entrance
Forever is the gatekeeper
no passage for the spectator of prayer
Redemption plays for both sides, with a Grimm following
Another Gangster for the wheel of fortune’s calling  
Destiny versus chaos
And I am all in, life’s devoted gamble
Shooting for an Angel  

Misguided and fooled,  another trap door to the heartland
Dreaming of a fall with grace’s undergrowth,  a soft place that is mine 
Lightning strikes with demented points from the skyline 
     shattering glass across my path, a sight for brilliance  
 Capture my Present existence 
God smacked and faithful to Bloody feet 
I Choose again, walking among the saved concrete
    The Privileged Dark wings of my Brothers, fall across my face as reverence defined
This deity in time leads to the trail of old and blind
Righteous and divine another possession left behind
Embrace my brothers here on hell’s frontier
   blessed bells still ring in the distance, a precious navigator
 Delivered, Damned, and falling on the promise land



       
                                  Terry D'Arcy-Ryan

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Oblivion

There’s a traitor bred deep inside me
Circling sublime and deceiving my mind
Beating this heart as a clenched fist keeping time
A repetition I have fought, like tradition
an unwinding defines inception

Seditions equal 1000 miles of disgrace
Dare I tell you of my place
A death walks in every shadow
Attached to the Silhouette like a black cat
Iniquities playground complete with a shrouded habit

Priviledged phantom betrayer is mine
She emerges and begs for fires within
And enormous qualities of compassion
Dancing for keeps with oppression  
no turning back for the high cost of reflection

There is no place to hide decision
No unharmed order for reason
No intellect in the drug chosen
Desire is convicted, confined and blind
the first time you cheat life of pains design

The feel of cold steel under my skin
Cracks the hollow’s door completely open
Step into and follow Oblivion’s seduction
Her abyss has no reminisce
Only Deprivation holding my ambitions hopeless

A single drop of blood escapes
Accepting my breath as a promise of bliss
Deceiver, my coward has taken a final kiss
Exposed with only one thing left to see
the dark parts inside of me


Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

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A Poetic Block and the Numbering of Ex-Husbands

 chaos seeks an impression
this paved means to extend 
leading to the latest of bitter ends 
the intent of happenstance
suits my pen
down to the motives 

compromise strives for a process
the page in my view
staring back and still labeled new
determination is the method
for the road less traveled
turn on the next block you'll see the sign posted 
 “ no trespassing”
                                 
the page turns menacing
absent any verb to interfere 
nothing at all and everything you hear 
desire so vague it breeds unsure
not a single phrase
will accompany this fear 

the resemblance to emotional blackmail
drowning ex husbands in waters deep and still
running a risk as they dare to tell
the truth in a crickets yell
from under the stair 
a towering blank page cast a shadow flare
this is an insult I am sure

driven by belief, I am at peace
images from a wedding suite
woke me screaming to be free from the mystique
disturbed left me frantic
looking for an Axe in the place I keep ex-husbands 
blending with daydreams and aspirations 
a torment fueled in basic vengeance 

an unexpected reminisce hit like a flood
that familiar twang is just no good
ex husband number four loves his ballad 
no song can penetrate this hatred
in retrospect I was thinking how number hubby one proposed
vaguely reminded of ex husband number three
gone after stating he didn't like AC/DC

the first look is the test
followed with the sideway glance
the invitation to dance
the melody slipping right by my defense 
moving in a rhythm intense 
a simple beat begins to unwind 
a slow unnoticed will that is mine

the shock of ex number two
the leading man to a chorus in blue
harmonizing all those absolute regrets
the need to speed around an old rendezvous
ex-number five racing straight into question for two
“ would we make the same mistake, if we knew”

torn in a struggle to open the front door
as if one or all of them standing there
minus years of despair
looking for one last truth or dare
the true life story of love with five angles
portrait of romance disaster’s 
                   
our weddings each very unique
now reality keeps me mean 
unless there is a time machine 
perched on my front stair 
there are no last chances here

this is where love's been traded for disdain
it came with a lock and chain
there are no visible paths leading back 
to these angry remains
there is nothing here
resembling I care

the upkeep fell from the windows ledge
a place of  sitting for sleepless again
staring into the night sky 
the brightest star caught my eyes
twisting, turning a great light 
shining in and out of  sight 

spinning silver and fading gray
soring from the heavens to die
no remorse, not a single cry 
the smallest things hidden inside
that is where I reside 
and just like that
I was in the wake 

a page no longer blank
in the new day 
about using numbers for ex husbands instead of their names
written while senseless or insane
the place in between half asleep and a dream
the page content no longer paralyzed  
last seen flying for the sunrise                        





Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

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Instead

I played Russian Roulette today
The trigger felt amazing
Your shadow stopped me
I felt complete
To destroy you
Instead
 
Just like when you say Baby
And smile bright
Like a circus light 
I love you
Instead
 
I planned your Demise today
The trigger felt amazing
My shadow stopped me
I felt complete
To destroy myself
Instead
 
Just like when I say Baby
And lie in spite
This is my right
That I love you
Instead
 
I had a Blade made just for two Today
The look and feel is amazing
There will be no shadows in this foreplay
I felt complete
To destroy Us
Instead
 
Just like when we say Baby
Turning in that perfect Circle
Like a Merry go round
That I perfectly hate you
Instead



Terry D'Arcy-Ryan

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Hammer On Metal

man kneels in grace
he is hammer for the god's of war
creating his place with a hum and rattle
time is man's finest driven rival
a flash in the sky 
we fall and fly 
lost inside our own battle cry

hammer on metal produces this metallic sound 
agony’s pleasure just beyond
again and over the echo resounds 
calls us home while blinding us profound
a cue recurs flowing slow 
passes over our ears 
a clear place to set a crown

quicker than quick we are controlled
a finger on the trigger
chosen for one but all ages can be a player
the rules have come undone 
to beat a new order
the next train jumps the tracks 
a chain snaps back releasing a bullet named terror

this bedlam competes with the sound of conflict
in a place found just past bliss's hitch 
tattooed with metals ink 
engraved skin feels pains true kiss
thunder is envious of lightnings perfect hit
hammer on metal
as the gods crack their whip 


Sheer Terror

aka Terry D'Arcy-Ryan

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Roar

Oh, Mother hear my Roar 

A roar of Thunder 

To stop the rain’s devour 

my flood of tears deprive color

Bouquets fade like the cinders of a fire

Blossoms I grew with my own hands care

Hands that left my beauty so dear

Beauty she resides with the smallest of Stars

A Sliver of diamond shining in the dark 

Under a moon of riots and war

Oh, Mother hear my Roar 

 A roar of thunder 




Terry D'Arcy-Ryan