I know love
it is never that sure of a ring
forever sparkles just underneath
leftover remnants for the winds bending
a battered laundry list
tired wishes flow oh so effortlessly
leaving the believe to the lie
deep Inside every happy ending
boldly aiming over the rainbow
for any galaxy far, far away
looking wide for a recognized set place
daydreams cranked straight through the easy bake
hit and missed the upcoming inception
striking a blindfolded target
disarmed in a charming
play by play

I know love
the endeavored sweet
rinse and repeat, to what end
write on the box happily ever after “not included”
the colors of the rainbow
the brightest star from afar
blinded in their own beauty
a shine almost gold for the rival
emptied trophies still heavy in truth
guarding first base
instead of making cherry cake
another day plays it closer to safe
everything is a new surrender

I know love
it wraps me in need of grace
it watches with eyes, that are mine
it reaches places I can never climb
it is the tiny hands
the sea of branches stretched to me, the sun
gripping these palms to no means
always holding tight that ticket
to alive


Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

I can not give away this Image
engraved in my vision
as I stood
beside giants while hidden

mighty titans
the picture
the trees that hid me
in the shadows
like a villain

thrown together in the moment
I looked high
into the sky
had to cover my eyes
  extend my hand for an introduction

my gesture sat unmoved,
unworthy
the trees remain solemn

absurd, how troubling it would be
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
an alliance unspoken


A maze of roots
tangled the soil
twisting,
turning,
almost impossible to follow
to my feet
to a connection  

in the privacy of the trees
I saw you first
you were carving
the heart of another

a betrayed tree
wore the scarred heart  
amber in color
like old blood no longer red

I found you there
like all the tears
that do not fall
instead I am drowning in my head

the knife
came from your pocket
  you were kissing me
taking me to a place unexpected

With precision our letters
appeared in the center
of the tree,
of the heart,
of the past

pride, walked me along the path
to the trees,
to the heart,
to you,
to the sharpest of knives
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 run
along the roots
twisting the turns
from you to me at last


Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

the sun plays with darkness
stabbing and jabbing in departure
black unwinds, stretching, encompassing, a creeping abyss
stillness has one hand on the wheel
the dark is glassy
the water's reflection is clear
striking shallow sweet a place of phantoms

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
the 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
a 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

the darkest frame takes the moon
mist and hues rise in blues
traces from a lunacy glow
follow a hand with delicate flow
this flickering serene movement
comes and goes as a wing unfolds
graceful, staggering movements of perfection
magnificent to behold in the dark night
I search through perfection in the light of a star
charmed to the point of complete and divine
dreams finally come and you are still mine
our happily ever after still has time
moments chase away this place of illusion
life wakes and takes you again
the crown of an angel falls through all that I am
we are bound a heart to a beat
heart of mine is the one left behind
an essence that has never known unbroken
the will of my single soul believes
the darkest of the ****** can be redeemed
I am eluded a slave to each breath’s inception
works the same as expectation  
denial sits upright complete with begging  
black is black there is no semblance
it is the smallest grasp of poison
seeping to the center mass of my gravity
always reaching and touching ever still
this core carved out piece by piece
a sliver of the least has outlived the stakes
letting go bows down to enormous regret
still I can see this angel of mine awaits for what will be
supra separation from this broken living space
closer to a revenant heart
leading to a state of grace


Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

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 ****
the whole tree







                       Terry D’Arcy-Ryan