Ryan - Hello Poetry

Ryan 1d

Love

Is love the forever longing
of the forever-lost half?
You must squeeze uneven
puzzle piece, disjointed,
burnishing your own?

Or is love in the yearning?
Distant petals tickling stomach
aches, butterflies rising straying
hearts? The impossible completion,
smoke of inhibition, pre-completion
passion of pre-burnt halves?

So love is in the prohibition?
Candle flame: inevitably whisp?

Or, is love in the taking, stepping,
inward-straying, outward-staying
signal to billowing plumes of white
Hawthorn that they will be back soon in May.

Ryan 1d

Economy

Meek misers collate Heaven's earth.
Sinless. An old rupture forged down
all-travelled road.

So, blessed persecutors revel.
Number signifies their eternal.
Bread spreads thinly.
Their hoards expand
needle's eye.

Ryan 1d

Being-in-itself

Silver pole juts up; stretching
appendages wide and open:
for folded socks, strewn.
For open hands, scattered.

Fingers dance; metal spoons:
for shrunken stems, boiled roots.
For shallots, butter braised and salted.
For open mouth, eager.

A hollow cylinder spins rapidly:
for crumpled soaking shirts, for black
trousers; restrained and sophisticated.
For open bodies, naked.

Suddenly, darts of song birds;
streaks silhouetted by cold blue
masses over red-purple swallowed heat.

Ryan 2d

Being

Synapses are painted in exalted tones,
strewn across broad pathways
on canvas sheets. They are pinned
onto trees, towers, and billboard-city-streets.

We splash colour, in broad strokes,
outlining the already-in and
already-there.

Not. The blank space still
Left

Full stop. But never-stop.

Ceaseless
flourishing.

Ryan 2d

Untitled

Always-in-already. Situated. Soon-already.
Being-for-itself-already. Not-always-in-already.
Separate, contained-already. Grass saturated. Crumpled-probably-a-pepsi bottle. Feel, see.
Experience-already. Open-time touch-already.
Already-know. Background. Un-already. Loop, static. Seen-already. Know-already. Dense, packed. Be-already. They-already. Other-is-already. I-already.

Ryan 2d

Ode

Words pour meaninglessly. Arbitrary
and seamless. Filtered yet pervasive.

Sentences erupt but don't hold
significance. Attached yet disembodied.

Speech cascades unwillingly. An alien
speaker. Detached. No metaphor.

to AI

Ryan 2d

AI Echoes Rapture

AI echoes rapture, sin follows fall.
Apple divides permanently. Feet
washed masses kneel. Technology
bleeds incessantly. Judas whispers
secretively. Cheek turned, swollen
red and twice-marked. Snake bite.

Phone: Adam's rib. Our monastery.
8 billion serpentine invocations tempt
slyly. Double-footsteps tread
sharply. Sun bright, all-encompassing.
Dagger's thread cuts warming
wind. God's breath. Now dead.