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

I am a hypocrisy twisting turning from wrong to right
lunacy identifies and claims me while in plain sight
black and white define my movement, I am
                        Renegade

the home I left is shaken, a snow globe scattered soft
one more piece set free in the fragments that remain
anger crushing calling to jump off the edge, I am
                           Fury

already deemed a lost cause repeat offender at large
a choir of innocence sings my deception
one last measure for retrospect I confess, I am
                        Suspect

my denial is the promise of bliss, a glimpse into oblivion’s empire, the fall of the mighty is overkill and gets me nowhere
survival is the fuel to my star’s fire, brighter than ever, I am
                        Conviction

an unexpected gift, don't you see your betrayal set me free
daydreams of black wings and letters full of lies
the pieces taken for prison are replaced with tenacity
                    I am, Sheer-Terror

Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

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

monstrous sound slashes silence
the bellow of a giant beast,
the flutter of a thousand wings
elevation and indiscriminate creed will not heed
sinister stirs the mix, the rise of wicked extravagance
black feathers flutter to bewilder against the pale frontier
the mock of a starlings flight, the fall in a sparrow’s might
countless sullen wings unfold, to rally their squadrons for show
a mobbing cry meets a redeeming sky,
their rising tones mimic heaven heralding high
contrast to the core, countless black rap-tor destroy
the fading blue sapphire display
a rebel twist in the storm suspends them again
harbingers dawning
a verge of wonder, stands close
the small dark outlines, bask a golden shine
peripheries slight motion, a graceful shimmer
perched as an alert, the slight snap of the fingers
a single feather cascades
turning in the elegant dance of a ballerina's descent
laying at the step vaguely pointing to the entrance,
the pride of a black bird,
there is no place for an Omen here,
one last frailty, is my secret near and dear

Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

each counted piece
claimed scot free
beautiful designer name’s
boosted in a hunter’s craze
hustled hope for beggar’s pay
strictly spent audacity
dollars in hand
turns an eye the devils way
it adds up fast, cut the stack in half
traded for a getaway
let it ride another day
living in a higher space
the rent is steep, edge of a mountain peak
separates the sow and the reap
and every breath in between
intoxicated on possibility
the grit to devour and shine,
the essence I define
insatiably taking what’s mine
watching the bottom line,
wise to the final count,
a sum of all things
the take

Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

the house shines bright, it takes every light
sleep refuses to dream, a reverie extreme
the plan to outsmart, a shot in the dark
trigger for a steel mention, the spelling of my name
directed to a lead core, dead center to each letter
primed for flight, a jacket of lead dares our right
a ripping force of violent heat, to rupture complete  
rendered lethal for the take down, a fatal round
chambered by a ******, posted at heaven’s door

Terry D’Arcy-Ryan