TerryD'ArcyRyan

TerryD'ArcyRyan Mar 2018

a star marking the spot “you are here “
here resides in the wonder of millions
some names, some numbers, the old and the new
from the highest niche seen, a celestial view
the dare to follow a point steeper
the heart pounds mean, skips a beat in between
a pulse racing extreme, into this very moment
greater and closer to the reason

as clear as I live
as far as I can reach
the constant struggle with belief
pushes the wind uphill, with no relief
the ideal we are free as the will to bow our head
one knee is a spirit in repose, two a heartfelt creed
and still I am weighed with the need
to whisper a prayer of revere when I leave
the unbelievable reach above one expectation
here imagine is the place, hope can still see

daydreams of great wings
simply unfold for closed eyes
a space beyond human affect
entering the threshold onto everything
and nothing more than sky
the places that I would give my life for
the places left long empty with despair
the places held forever kismet
the places marked with a star “ you are here “

Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

TerryD'ArcyRyan Feb 2018

ENTROPY

caught in the struggle to shine bright
upon the barred ledge
glass slats between the eyes of an iron mask
cut the shapes for new streams of light
twilight unites
these constant rivals in luminescence

surviving the mystery inside stillness
hypocrisies silhouette creating the ties that confine
inseparable unseen companion
the keeper of time
introduces in a constant whisper
a plea for rage to hinder and blind
the simplest answer casts across dark severed lines

shadows take a bow, urging a curtain call
dark dominates over a phantoms trail
dragging the images of reminisce
hope tumbles and stumbles
the resemblance of leaves in descent
tossing with the winds erie kiss
ever adrift in the never of nothing at all

moonlights soft glow
roam a cemented showcase of slivers
thinly threaded beams of silk aspire
motion’s constant weave and web
turning a glimpse into a chain of clarity
crawling beneath an imposing despair
resisting the trade of insight for obscurity

I own this place hidden from shine
perched beside shadows design
inspired by a flicker to dodge and climb
beholding to the feel within a promise
steadily reaching for the light inside
to clear this barred ledge

Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

Entropy is written and inspired from a long look into the dark, the light, the nothing, the struggle of good and evil making its way into my prison cell. A system that can see in only the black and the white, while paying well the side of depravity. If you are still reading I Thank You and God Bless.

TerryD'ArcyRyan Feb 2018

A Divine Wish

a shot in the dark
a flash in the sky
the sound of thunder gives its reply
mother nature, instills no fear here
the enemy, and sorted beasts appear
slinking, stalking, moving precise and near
    we lay our heads in a monster’s care
    holding close to Michael’s prayer
the stars emphasize sincere
a twinkle and the constant shimmer
we embark in the fall of silent wonder
beneath the surface of our dreams
back and forth
the luster of softness begins to weave
a song of hope and a day of peace
the guiding vision, life’s reminisce
inspires the bright, in a lunar rise
together we aspire, to fly starry skies
  embracing a light to shine
   the glow of a wish rendered divine

Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

#hope

TerryD'ArcyRyan Feb 2018

The Gatekeeper

the skyline holds time as shadows vanish
darkness claims the sunset like an avalanche
faint sounds from the passing of the sun
wake aging prophets
an old street shines like half a moon
stops signs and streetlights bend for recollection
illuminating the way back home
like feathers in the wind
I claim this place in memory's defense
taunting me, calling me, inspiring a visit
enlightened shortcuts of madness beg me to exist
winds reunite the path where I always kept watch
alive again and moved by the serenading locust
mother's whistle signals a last minute warning
Eager faces turn intent for the race that fly's us home
barefooted barely touching the asphalt
flying for the victor’s just reward
measured over and forever the chase to our front door
with a birds pace we keep foot to foot, over and again
yes we're here, ear to ear keeping the perfect pace
transcendent is this place
Indignant will begins the pretense
ignoring all exits
I am once more the Gatekeeper
miles mark our years endeared
life has dealt us hands separate and fatal
trailing again I let you win,
now you stand deep in my sight
catching your breath, to be claimed triumphant
all my senses dive in for the quench
as hope drops me like an anchor
every tingling nerve that is my existence
runs fated and bound
now you stand deep in my essence
assured by your eyes so alive
our giggles and stares
in an instant I become the intruder
found failing, time mocks and stalks me
I would give all right here and now
to hold your hand, warm with life
I become resistant and mighty as the Titan
sure to win by force or stride
I've counted insane these links in my chain
still destiny sentences you to remain
hand in hand I pull you close and life takes you back
this tradition, time demands
endless subtle calls
the voice I follow home
a last minute escape
possessing a map of this world
a place in time
where I find you alive

Terry D'Arcy-Ryan

Michael Gene Dorsey
May 21st, 1966 to April 11, 2011

For my brother Michael. I am the gatekeeper my job will never end. I love you.

#love #youth #death #grief

TerryD'ArcyRyan Feb 2018

The Broken Mirror

silent dares
slow engraved exchanges
the primitive evolution of rage
only the fittest will survive
hostility now has a spot at the table
there are no more place settings
the silver is set out perfect
a spoon, casts an oblong reflection
now, even the utensils see
there is nothing left of self respect
only the silver distorted version
of who I don't know, it is not me

strange little pieces
I swallow them over and over
when no one is watching
jagged little shards
cutting away at my insides
beauty she cries night and day
she has no idea that I’m killing her
I want her to stay
beauty is almost gone
the last parts, tiny odd slivers
are hidden away, in the bottom of my closet
vague, sharp and bitter no longer beauty

the path of least resistance
it's the only way to success
real images jump and regress
nothing takes a shape or focus
the fall and crash of glass
a precious mirror reflects what matters
beauty is unaware
images move slower and unclear
flashes of my father in a mirror
in this corner the heavyweight contender
my husband, my beloved, beauty's keeper
time merges and flickers closer

the path of least resistance
it's the only way to success

Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

TerryD'ArcyRyan Feb 2018

OBLIVIAN

there’s a traitor bred deep inside me
circling sublime 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 in 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

privileged 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
dark ambitions grasping hopeless

a single drop of blood escapes
accepting my breath as a promise of bliss
deceiver, a coward stealing my kiss
exposed with only one thing left to see
the dark parts inside of me

Terry D'Arcy-Ryan

#addiction #conflict

TerryD'ArcyRyan Feb 2018

****** and SILENT

the reticent stance
****** and silenced
exploited beyond a stranger provoked
labeled with a gaze from the heavens above
beautiful lifeless seduction
a posture of unselfish significance
cradling irreparable breaks
these fractures lay across the surface in reach
weaving into veins
running transparent
in the face of grace

perpetual standing ornament
earned years of gold and graying color
instilling times ruthless design
sympathy unwinds for blood left behind
the feel of separation with every piece taken
in waters that rage vast
her reflection cast
solid stone ruling sublime
rich and rough against a surface
striking hard and reckless
to a solidified center

twilight calls a land to order
prompting a dark curtain to call
and thoughts of a prayer for the mortal
all of which she can and cannot hear
like the sound of thunder distinct and eerie
with a hammer and chisel
breathes the sculptor of bone and matter
broken battered figurine clatter
turning a grave into impressions of control
mercy has no hands here
to Hold her sorrow still
magnificent and well defined stone
imprison her soul

Terry D’Arcy-Ryan