one hand on the world in a spin
agony twists on a single thread
eager to feed the machine
a stranglehold weave
bear the fabric of a lie
wear the symbol in deceit
the day to day insurgence
a gaslight politics
resonates hate
the lure of a crowd
wanting stains
a sea of hands in need
threads the fringe
a needle in motion
steady frame a sewing notion
strums the string
winds the beat
calls marching feet
the tremble will not cease
sedition has a face
to clever lies they sing
freedoms hymns and begging dreams
pen the scars of grief's ink
misery takes a bold leap
holds tight her hammer and swings



Terry D'Arcy Ryan

pretty as a picture
he holds her secure
in the palm of his hand
the force of a gesture
devours every breathe
a relentless caress
forever, is one last kiss

a tiny red light, a float in the nigh
shadows outline it's conductor
relished in a smoke delight
the hunter's stance
leans with a framed intent
a stalker relents
crouching silent

this is clear
as a whisper in the ear
the hunter is precisely near
thrilled in every utter of the struggle
a cascade of links unravel
distant cries fall
a clatter of metal

pretty as a picture
he holds her secure
in the palm of his hand
the force of a gesture
devours every breathe
a relentless caress
forever, is one last kiss



Terry D'Arcy-Ryan

light strikes
beneath the cracks
spiral maps
trace broken glass
splinter and refract
mirror to a view
a fleeting likeness
an image to please
the beauty
you see
bows to the lie
gives in believe
inspires a disguise
as a smile to greet
destiny frees
the willing to need
sight of a dream
keep us serene
tossed hearts of stone
skip the surface
battered to beat
the sinking weight
plunges deep
ripples the water break
adrift bittersweet
hands of a river
surrender to feed
a thread of device
sewn of means
seam to seam
the intricate scheme
pull laces upon strings
reap an infinite weave
a gathered neat
strangled remedy


Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

twilights habitual reach
trickles softly
arises a shade covering
drapes the frame to a view
imposes with a lean
lounges in a requiem
perched upon a window brink
fallen sleepless again
gazing the horizon

inspires a simple measure
the shimmer closer
a marvel of visible light
strikes the window blind
touches battered and savage
scatters in a sea of sparks
impressions delight
the agony to defy
the stars falling from my eyes

a push to a step
a plunge in the luminesce
entwined inside a twinkling
twisting, turning ,receding
dwindles for a crushing flux
spills of white
shine of gold
spinning silver bright
dims the darkness cold

soar in the heavens
seek to find
a place to die
no remorse
not a single cry
the smallest things
now hidden inside
this is where
I reside


Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

the sky
held my elegant shadow
against the long winter day
with the falling of the sun
fell a bird
fallen on the grace
of a cold blooded race
the look in her eyes
I will never escape
her silence reached across
to touch my trembling flesh
the familiar was gone
where softness and youth once lived
a sea roared
upon the mountains in my heart
long winter days
came to an end
light cast under windows
I saw your old things, dolls and swings
life was taught here
like the sound in a seashell
it echoes over the wall
where my heart believes
the fallen bird found peace
as I hear her song with the falling sun
warm winter spirits
I will remember you by
reach me now in dreams
your spirit I will always know
but your death
I can not hold



Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

a conjured motion
breathes the air
blows the wind
an elegant stir
impressions blur
scatter to be seen  
the upstage of a dream
a flash to a flickr
Overture in a phantom
one leap follows
another carves hollow
reflects a surface shallow
the recall of your face
captured in our space  
shadows bent into a view
intangible hammers sway
nurture to a frame
repose for a grand scheme
moving evanescence fonder
the smile waking wonder
surrendered under glass
covet a parallel perfection
fierce wild screams
drown the enchant
the bewildered struggle  
a devoured motion

fear drives the dark
death rides sight unseen
devise a wicked threshold
miles gained while catching sleep
lost dreams and vague debris
passersby and inbetweens
the momentum of obscurity

time flickers in a snap
flees an instance
outline against brights beam
a moving silhouette
the weight of grief
hanging from trees
regret breathes in sweet
the swing of the dead

the tears of misery bleed
soon to seed
sharp stabs seeking green
a means to plunge deep
seeking a pulse to beat
true goes the steady stream
flowing tree to tree


shadowy bends bow to break
twisted sprigs move climbing feet
knotted tangled trunks beneath
a crown of twigs joined to extend
obscure limbs held content
a sea of branches transcends
rises steep to oversee
beyond the leaves



Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

man kneels in honor
dubbed a hammer
to the gods
creating his place
in a hum and rattle
tracking times space
to a worthy rival
hanging windows in vigil
hoping to find
a flash in the sky
the fall to fly
lost inside a battle cry
hammer on metal
screams the sound
agony’s pleasure
lost and found  
again and over
an echo responds
calling you home
while blinding profound
the cue recurs
impairing the ears
a place to set a crown
willing the able target
to a single shot
a blind round
gripping tight to enamor
quick and quicker
one finger on the trigger
a symbol is named
all ages can be a player
the rules come undone
to beat a new order
dooms impending future
a grinding ax
cast to seize
iron wheels at soaring speed
the meager flicker  
a skip of a beat
jumps the track
a chain snaps back
releases a bullet named terror
mayhem competes
within this conflict
lives just past bliss's hitch
tattooed in metals ink
surrendered skin
feels pains true kiss
thunder is envious
with lightnings perfect hit
hammer on metal
as the gods crack their whip




Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

the roll of thunder
begs a nurtured cry
counting down a lightning strike
stripped silence and smothering light

dust gathers in the silhouette
tethered for a downward crawl
hopes only exit
surrenders to intrinsic

vicious and sincere is the device
a glimpse of a gleam off steal
forging shape into links
rattling the weight of a chain

the tongue of destiny
that is where my name lies
whispers for a state of grace
how subtle is perdition

belief holds endearing
sleep and worry
thoughts keep stirring
hopping into hoping
cousins gone doping
mama's gone roping
and you
you come stomping
stomping
and knocking at my door
stop
stop I say
knock no more

sober and sparking
fighting for reason
no one having fun
room for only one
daddy's gone Rocking
left nothing in the stocking
And you
you come plotting
plotting
and knocking at my door
stop
stop I say
knock no more

fight for nothing
steady as we go
the number one son
has come undone
grandma drive's for Jesus
she’s never coming home
and you
you come stalking
stalking
and knocking at my door
stop
stop I say
knock no more


Terry D'Arcy-Ryan

affliction
outweighs the contender
a hand on destruction
perfect and clear
an impulse pure
swallowed in seditions core
the gun on your temple
is a pulled trigger
blood rushing your ear
that is simple fear
a surrender of hope
the place called “live” harder
runs the faithful beating heart
pressing meaner
the sound of silence humbles
a suffocating will
stands over fearsome
reveals an impassable barrier
to shade the way
stumbling through obscurity
jaws grind slowly
the mass devours
dragging a burden
hope cradled with belief
life swings at the winds mercy
hitting ground to sky
tossed about neglected remedy
crawl or learn to fly


Terry D’Arcy Ryan

shade bleeds a velvet texture
stretching far and wide
strides to smother
clawed hands grasping thread
rip apart layers to shed
bear the stains of men
rise and swagger free
struggle to breathe  
steps in spites deceit
skipping stones of jaded debris
trail of tears, a sculpters need
vacant rows of burdened clay
broken back, bent to gather neat
harvesting the last belief



Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

a rise of debris
gestures in a fallout
created with a swing
smash and crush
pebbles scraping
gravel spilling free
clinging dust
bruises and cuts
pause to breath
the loyal winds
toss about scatters
letters of hope
words etched in stone
cement rows of sorrow
beg and borrow
the weight of belief
a place of need
raises high
and falls again
forward and back
the click and clack
pebbles to stones
rubble to ash
cinders of past
a shadows leap
wake sandy bones
dusty faces beneath
holding dearly departed
pressing a burden
angles to gravity
provoke
the weight of a hammer


Terry D'Arcy-Ryan

the light sways each break
cast upon waters wake
constant movement capture
waves reflecting shimmer
refractive glass splinter
mirage slicing a mirror
each simple twists of fate
swim deep in retreat
die beneath the stillness
a silent repose of agonies sleep
trapped in drowning grief
swallowed by misery's caress
beached in sorrows weep
crawl the shore
on battered knees
the beat of a fist concede
grip of blood and sand
bury a heart already gone
pounding the sum
the pulse of a drum
a beggars demand
trembles in a shiver
to breath


Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

grand towering limbs
reach to meet
branches a flourishing keep
twigs to trunks create
a stretch to breathe
crooked seedlings bow in need
live to die, and sow to reap
sewn together a needle to seam
hand to cheek
a means plunges deep
moves a steady pulse to bleed
seeping shallows underneath
beating tree to tree
a hollow quant and sweet

free will drives the darkness
a gesture to greet
the animal unseen
shadows join in to deceive
the passerby and inbetweens
a hunter to a prey
the profile of trees  
dazed in the headlight beams
outline reality as a thief
stealing moments
yet to be
the forgotten trinkets  
hang from trees

a keepsake for a figurine
trapped beads concede
to a broken string
fall along the wayside
finding hope is still free
playing content in the wind
chasing tossed debris
gathering leaves
one by on they fall weak
remnant colors in deceit
raise to a scatter
a boundless retreat
content to repeat
the redeeming sweep


Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

a lust to hunt
the pounce of need
poses a tiger unseen
bloodthirsty crouching mean
affliction follows the hunted's dismay
moving about dwelling in debris
overture plays the weak prey
a fragile cry confesses stray
smothered hunger to besiege
redeems a frailty near and dear
the last glance flickers to bleed
laid to rest with battered wings
swallowing earth to flourish seed
fathom sounds weeping for spring
claw, dig and grasp to breathe
fight for the surface of light
live to die savage to be
a place to seethe



Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

the relentless unbroken light
breathes in the fathom night
walking darkness one last time
tousled red silk strands ignite
dying strings for bleaches smite

ruthless emerges with the sun
hits behind a mask of dust
window shades and layered rust
the broke back addict bent in more
buys sight unseen face to the floor

begging beauty for something to reflect
the fuel to feed hopes neglect
turns the wheel in a kaleidoscope effect
colors splattered over shattered glass
spinning silver in lights finesse

pressing images in depth of design
waves engulf a surge to tide
spilling over twilight's gloom
a knee upon surrendered doom
the world a blossom in perilous bloom

petals sculpt destined wings
rise in hue to sail or sink
fall from the sky in battered might
scatter fireflies cluttered bright
fiery spots stretching the sky

illumination over wonder
the artist’s splendor
hand to a chisel and hammer
creator carving bone into matter
seeker of perfection in a spine

the humble tumble freewill’s divide
a chance of life or death divine
as they crumble side by side
reaching for heaven to find
the relentless unbroken light

the ever charmed traipse of light
walking darkness one last time
emerges the unforgiving sun
plows the soil flower to stem
hits behind a mask of dust
window shades and layered rust
the broke back addict bent in more
buys sight unseen face to the floor
begging beauty for something to reflect
the fuel to feed hopes neglect
turns the wheel in a kaleidoscope effect
colors splattered over shattered glass
spinning silver in lights finisse
pressing images in depth of design
black waves engulf a surge to tide
spilling over the shore in twilights gloom
the world a blossom in perilous bloom
perfect sculpted petals resemble wings
rise in hue to sail or sink
fall from the sky with wings for flight
scatter as fireflies cluttered bright
fiery spots stretching the horizon
llumination over the artist’s splendor
hand to a chisel and hammer
creator carving bone into matter
seeker of perfection in a spine
the humble tumble in freewill’s divide
a chance of life or death divine
generating a dazzling shine
they crumble side by side
reaching for the heavens to find
the ever charmed traipse of light




Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

a single snap, sparks the lux
crowns us here in the mind
along all moments and pieces of time
they scatter in a constant motion
expanding exquisite for the aftermath

blazing fusion usher’s nightfall
superior fragments kindle astral
answer to the celestial roll call
the regiment reaches star to star
form a cosmos near and far

somersaulting ravenous to brighter
deprivation bends an arrow
strikes a moving target cold
taps light upon your window
the stars surrender one of their own

a beacon seeks an ethereal soul
the desire to pair in the ember glow
subtle turns to tumble mellow
descent mimics slow falling snow
a luminesce weeping fusion

this fallen star aptly reflects
heavens majestic attempt
behold a mortal celestial guide
the existence of divine
glistens in one last flicker

a long look into the sky
never bending a knee
stretches shadows over our eyes
we seldom peek beyond happenstance
holding tight to a wish already spent

a single snap, sparks the lux

destined to be approaching doom
reaching for a light in ruins
the haunting shining tune
singing in my head

I knew you
I knew you under a golden moon
I knew you
basking in a flowers bloom


Terry D'Arcy-Ryan

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
drives 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
fury



Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

another sky disappears
there are no more doors
only stars in a window
a splendid reflection
the avalanche of reminisce
feeding suffocated wishes
hopeless severed lines
call the waste of time
lost fear stays obscure
the darkness ever tied
across my eyes
the shadows jump and climb
keeping safe the remains
a lock to a chain
the wait tightens as I hang
a tightly woven web
and here is where
I fear you less


Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

an arcane sculpture of trees
evolutions of an umbrella completes
the verdant swaying arbor of leaves
straining limbs hold branches to please
arm to palms and leaf to feet
strive to possess a neighbor sweet
twisted sprigs move wicked feet
knotted legs reach outskirts weave  
wander free as the forest grows      
sowing slow the harvest beneath                      
sedate to foster sticks and stones
nurturing bluffs of tangled trunks
overgrown postures and bent back bones
reveal agonies dim gallows
mocking mortal remains



Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

beauty took your eyes
as we flew the dark skies
a fated brief juncture
our smiles shared
absent their disguise
an iridescent shine in the night
never counting in time
the view of our dreams
nibble’s like soft rain
brush tender on my face
this place I keep safe
to be forever mine
a wager with the devil
paid with free will
to know why
beauty took your eyes  


Terry Darcy-Ryan

the embark of a new day
kilters to the hand on a rail
lost beside the meager display
ground down remains of prey

the shuffle of blind insist
a march of unraveled bliss
all aboard a near miss
no time to resist

time wanders a train
the slow motion of a stain
bends back the will
misery’s honor forever stills

a life within reach
belief lies beneath a mask
arms a pressing disguise
bangs at an irrespective demise

daydreams for impressions bloom  
cracked glass still reflects
the worlds mass on the move
turning hope in a kaleidoscope view

conflicts try a mind for limits
defend a paradox unseen  
the fury to push back mean
runs free while praying for a leash  


Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

the serrated edge of steel
cuts a heart deeper to still
the sharp insisting texture
hard press a pulse severe
desires first words
pull into the soft of a whisper
the fall inside of bliss
denial is romance with a kiss
the ordinary dance
for a game of chance
promise names the secret
a hand on a veil
temptation poisons the apple
hope will devour
nudge drives the push
the senses provoke a passion
a pendulum of wishful momentum
surrenders to simply broken
holds the mystery in beauty
wakes sleeping brutality
she stretches and stands
begins a two step warning
the clack of metal
a ping to timbre
a round to a chamber
slow moves the action deep in a scream
the sound of a shot complete
stirs a marrow sweet
as a magnet lacks compromise
****** repeats the beat
a tongue to the cheek
down to the last shell
a hate infallible
cuts a heart deeper to still
the serrated edge of steel


Terry D'Arcy-Ryan

the pull of a stare
a flicker of sparks
eyes meet so sweet
caught in the stare
cheek to lips a gentle brush
desire delivers in the click of a lock
hands clutch tight on your neck
a gripping strength, a slow squeeze
the mind dazed, a hunt to breathe
hardwired impulse, to a raw surging force
reaching, touching, the rise stricken
claws at hands in a grip
the steadfast capture
enforce of an iron reap
the heat and hiss of a monster
sounds a sharp slice in your ear
tears fall for God’s wretched care
the kiss dry's upon your cheek  

final is so clear
a silent suffocation
an impression sincere
pain defends the will to suffer
wounds heal and fade
separates the mind free to fear
a look of your outline is everywhere
turning quick to catch the heavy stare
caught off guard bows down to despair
the power deprived is no longer mine
broken twisted places it deep inside
drowning beneath a shallow surface
paralyzed by the danger of your kiss
stopped by a red light remembrance
fingers still search and retrace
the dignity ravaged in a waste
incapable of trust
I live buried alive
I look for you everywhere
I sleep on the furthest edge of a cliff
I wake trespassing the abyss



   Terry D'Arcy-Ryan

hard hit pieces of metal

bullet and fasten

the perfect tool

hand held weapon

finger on the trigger

an impulse so pure

hope follows near

a click of a tap complete the design

strikes metal on metal

never standing beside

fractured and battered

**** or stun

trigger for a hammer

holds the power

a weight in balance

slight twist of the wrist

a rush inside the stretch

rewards the protest

strikes down hard

a click of gears

free the rip of claws

destiny, must choose or stall

forever still walking the wall

pushing the hands that wind

life and chaos divine



Terry D'Arcy-Ryan

pursuing the moon with a spark of bleached light
a pendant ride along flume marks the sky for time
the roar of a constant flight warns down the line
a serpent's path in a fly by night, tightly rolling tale
speed is the means and meaner on these rails
track endures every mile marker past perpetual
escaped steam taunts with a slow hiss and miss
leader with a grinding ax and wind of the iron spit
cadence is the sound of steels sync and cast
the clank of iron on track stacked for rolling fast
passes any beast around worth a match
the wheels a seizing master of tortured might
to this man made beast now a soaring steed
down the line a tremble is the fair warning heed
vibrations count seconds to the sight of steam
a peak of bleak light blinds with a stout beam
fear stands clear this fueled Goliath feeds a need
built for a rolling fury, Rebel Engine #353




Terry D'Arcy-Ryan

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