The Sound of sirens

The world is round, the world is round.
Grip a hold, secure yourself.
Flowers bloom in these bones.
A bedding of chalk and soul.
Humming on this planet.
Ringing in the ears.
A silence of absence.
You, no longer in the atmosphere.
Broken, that miracle was not enough.
Heaving as we go, waiting for the buildings to crumble.
For the moon to fall.
Surely, this is the apocalypse.
This noise, this pain.
Must be the end of the world?
Cut out the plants from my skin.
The decay from my eyes.
That taste of death from a last kiss.
And set alight to this terrain.
Where sirens only indicate another wave of chaos.
As I crawl through my current calamity.

12/03/2023 by Mark Ryan Categories: death, fire, flowersTags: art, atmosphere, chaos, crawl, death, decay, end, flames, flowers, loss, plants, poem, Poetry, sadness, world 3 Comments

Different degrees of devote destruction

These trailing stars that shatter through our existence.
Leave chaos and beauty in their wake.
Transcended diamonds embedded in our skin.
Fires burning deep within.
What golden light are we trapped beneath.
Such hazel eyes of god.
My soul is a blackness wrapped around your galaxy.
As you pass through like a luminous shooting star.
Leaving varying traces of your continuance.
Vibrating this space with only departure and grace.
Caring not for the planets that fall.

24/12/202123/12/2021 by Mark Ryan Categories: soul, space, starsTags: beauty, chaos, destruction, diamonds, eyes, galaxy, god, hazel, love, planets, poem, Poetry, space, stars 4 Comments

Lifing

The curse of life, that brings you down to pray.
Everyday.
Fresh chaotic ordeals that scrape and scratch.
At a heart not born to break.
Yet fade, in its inevitable decay.
This life, this time.
Yours and mine, held in the palm of fate.
Tickling the future by what we do today.

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Taken from ‘Everyday Miracles’ – out now

05/12/202105/12/2021 by Mark Ryan Categories: change, future, miracleTags: art, change, chaos, future, heart, jesus, miracles, poem, Poetry, today Leave a comment