we are chosen
the softest revelation
whispers in the ear
a guided gesture
resides in stars
every fallen sparkle
a trail of wonder


blinded by choice
good and evil are a delusion
the embers burn bright on both sides
nobles bend and humble the saved
the willing serve a master
we all feed the flames
until a whisper
strikes never


the audible silence
calm divine madness
the next toss of a coin
tumbles in promise
as water pours
over clasped hands
holding a prayer


no whispers in the ear
no stars fallen trail
no wonder of a tale
the rear-view mirror
frames a life without fear
action without regret
leaving without fate


Terry D'Arcy-Ryan

rebel slayers need not try although I sometimes wear your symbol in angst never on a sleeve it interferes with black on black anywhere else is just trash so keep the status sign this rebel is in it deep climbing dangerously high for a dive in the shallow side

I see you reading every word of your book  “ The Guide to Conduct “

a social distorted sway and swing with a melody strolled by taking me past surprise to a shake I was on my feet then it hit so sweet a beat to rock out with the playing of drums breaking glass looking for reckless in the split of a second chance

I see you singing along so quiet like it's a secret

I love a shortcut home I had a future glance wanting to dance with the starlight I turned around crossed over the wrong tracks missed a turn three blocks back too late I’m doing eighty in a thirty at three in the morning on the rampant fast road to hell

I see you keeping track making sure I don't step on a crack

this bad boy took my hand dressed head to toe completely severe he filled my head with anarchy moving in like the fog his risky presence sending off alarms that scream of self destruction I drift with his words softly safety to a windows ledge

I see you waiting painting by numbers

provoked gambler I call the time to a big blind no counting the money at face value I stash it I stack it the rest is cut in half to pay in full my pie in the sky high habit of looking through a kaleidoscope with a Spiro-graph map I never run out of angles

I see you counting and following directions

when on the run I travel alone to an old friend he hops in he turns around shoots his mouth bathing in the sun to cast out the dark of a dream I once forgot to claim as mine it is crystal clear and sinking deep in my tears as I chase the moon through an unpredictable dark


I see you standing there believing and wishing on a star

the last chance tripped dropping the ball with no time left to shoot out of bounds to find a win we stand fast with only 9 seconds left how should I spend it if I take the real deal a spin of the wheel for the only thing left it comes down to fate or the true test of fortune  

I see you with the smile in your eyes ………    go ahead take a shot



Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

dressed to **** down to the heels
locked and loaded with sites on infamy

shots fired in the vicinity of destiny

todays game, is change my name
unleashed and tailor fit for your identity

nice suit but I still resent all the AkA’s

shattered I am and fractured I remain
rage, scars and every breathe in between

I escaped a dying breed

big brother watches over me but it ain't free
each piece taken, traded and destroyed

equals one for the devil and three for me

I got mad skills for the long haul
ready for the free fall

looking out for number one

my disguise is the fade into everyday
look over your shoulder

subtlety is what you see not me




Terry D’Arcy-Ryan  aka  Sheer Terror

the essence at hand
abandons every demand
silenced voices on the highest ledge
gravity incites a nudge
leads the inspired urge
fly's the spirit, feeds a need
where a dream once held the key
a beauty shattered piece by piece
the heart of a diamond refusing to beat
held tight inside clasped hands
fingers grip and squeeze
the jagged slivers cut shrewd
trading fractures in a precious jewel
for handfuls of moot
the sparkling debris shroud weeping eyes
I left my love
for a chance to fly
the promise inside everything
and nothing more than sky
soft whispers liberate the plunge into flight
desire drives the enchanted ride
wings unfold to soar over great divide



Terry D'Arcy-Ryan