depravities light
summons the night
bringing darkness down
pushing from inside
a glimpse in the dark
covers the spark
steals your breath
circles profound
sight unseen
falls at your feet
bends to the knee
begins to crawl
learns to seethe
closes the eyes
subtle to bound
drive a fear beside
the pull of a string

a shortcut in madness
takes the first step
the foggy deceit
is the visible leap
the catch is the plea
a moments release
lost to the world
captured and free
steps up
takes a swing
hits high above
jumps to and from
hand to hand and back again
steals to keep
slides straight home
crossing before you can find
left it all behind

blinded bright
framed for headlights
subtle and found
urges homeward bound
a vivid memory
versus a rhyme
turns about
in the face of time
reality bleeds
tucked in between
unravelling dreams
blown about longings
misplaced in haste
fated against obscure limbs
move about in shadows
the interfering trees
dance with the wind

a flowers stem
bent for will
begging ever still
to touch with a reach
the small outline in distress
begs a lingering caress
holding true a belief to redeem
something far and in between
caught inside a raging stream
whispers rushing the ear
building into screams
howls from the deep
to the bellow of a beast
calling for misery
to hope and hide
follow side by side
drag a thing to bury
drawing breath for fury



Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

a lustrous traipse of visible light
pieces of a gem ignite
broken shards spilling bright
scatters of spark flutter and shine
slices of illumination
a gathering riot of splinters
assemble to intricate lines
interacting a weave of threads to bind
sunbathed ribbons escaping a window blind
an iridescent flood sweeping mean
ravished in the arc of a clear running stream
seduction counts each luxe to feed a greed
holding tight a fist full of beams
every spoke slices extreme
cutting the hand that feeds
offered piece by piece
the battered bow to believe
dragging their coin to redeem
a burden to seethe

                                                              

                                                
                                           Terry D'Arcy-Ryan

she laughs sometimes
as I look in her eyes
bright like the sunlight
I keep my disguise

her garden produces
upon command
turning the land  
I dig with her hands

we  bide side by side
holding tight seeds that are me
love and hate are buried here
pushing flowers sweet

  water drops splatter
a storm at our fingertips
these tears are hers
she asked me for this

there in the garden
we sat without blame
season's of wonder fade their color
life's marrow remains

she laughs sometimes
      as I look in her eyes      
bright like the sunlight
I keep my disguise




Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

as a current flows
erosion breaks and bows
the current compass bound
coursing the coastal crown
at last it spills into a restless sea
water divides and moves the shore
with channels quick to bank and restore
the simple watercourse repeats
as the world is shaped
a river to a stream

beneath the raging surface
embedded in depths wakeless
the soft mud ensures
the tall grass grows verdant
extending above into the torrent
we hold onto leaves flowing in the entwine
a habitat dwells in this open current
all existence of my kind
populate the shoreline
maintaining the confines
since the river's inception
sustaining a water raging habitation

the very moment we can grasp a willow
the burden is upon us to never let go
the waterways rush high and low
a constant frame works the undertow
whispers travel to tell forbidden tales
fables of impetuous spirits and rebels
the adventurous who climb to the surface
then lost to the evils of a land too vast
the bravest attempt to swim as an outcast
pulled down to be eaten sweet by waters deep

despite the tales
a voice inside implores “let go”
the result either way is a life sentence
to an endlessness into the nothingness
I will be just another fib for the storytellers
every moment to a free chance
will be worth death ‘s acquaintance
the waters deafening roar
the voice demanding freedom’s detour
the essence of life to believe in more
set me free
I let go



Terry D’Arcy-Ryan