Under darkening skies

That world collapsed, utterly and completely late in his afternoon.
The pulse had stuttered, and the creatures in his mind silenced.
He’d finally reached a point of no return.
A cataclysmic undoing began deep inside his history.
Memories and actions unthreaded, while the skin began to fray.
Tiny tiptoes of bitterness and bittersweetness.
Both at odds and as one with the machine of fate.
He positioned himself by the near chaotic escape.
Leaning on the universe one final time.
Smiling, he watched those he hated pass by with ink spilling from their soul.
Unphased and unfettered by his sudden disappearance.
The loved ones paused, only for a moment, noticing a slight change.
Like a feather landing on an upturned hand.
And then gone, swept away by the breath of god.
His spirit now honey, raised upwards.
He lost his religion, the tethers and the trials.
And with this new found lowness, he rose; abound.
A million shards of light, to blind the worlds unblinking eye.

11/05/202311/05/2023 by Mark Ryan Categories: death, ending, godTags: art, death, end, ending, god, hate, loved, low, poem, Poetry, rapture, skies, skin, words, writing 8 Comments

Loveless collision

A little, then more.
Nothing is ever enough.
In this world, where hate is king.
He’s an angel of sadness.
Watching it all from space.
Seeing molecules and indifference collide.
What remains, what took him away.
Stained with pain and cruelty.
Reigning like unlucky stars in our eyes.
Walking it back in photonic blackness.
We only leave the ground for a minute.
To spin on the atoms.
And feast, on the junk of these hearts.
With mercury in our eyes.

07/12/202224/05/2022 by Mark Ryan Categories: angels, hurt, spaceTags: angel, anger, art, cruelty, death, hate, hearts, hurt, king, pain, poem, Poetry, science, skull, space, stars, watching 1 Comment

Vindicate

As lips part, unleashed dogs rip and wrought.
Choking on the tiniest thought.
That burn away nirvanic benediction.
And grabs the wood for your own crucifixion.
For a pox you are in eyes of scarlet tension.
A strangled lie of incomprehension.
That simmers to a sinner’s plea.
The fragile-ness of complexity.

12/10/202218/05/2022 by Mark Ryan Categories: christ, crucifixion, religionTags: complex, crucifiction, cruicifixion, devil, forgiveness, god, guilt, hate, jesus, liar, lie, love, nirvana, poem, Poetry, religion, rhyme, scarlett, tension, vindicate 6 Comments

Persistence in the unforgetting

Sunken deep like forgotten wrecks.
A hate that broods, contorts and flex.
This grudge is old and just like oil.
Black with time, and within me coils.
Staining my soul with its heartless rind.
Unforgotten despite the passage of time.
But time has come to break the bond.
That swirling hole, that stagnant pond.
I will no longer give food to the beast.
It is to the wolves I throw this feast.
A stinking blood drool of unwanted flesh.
Cut from my heart, and so refreshed.
Then wrapped in a tourniquet of letting go.
With hope that in that hole, some love will grow.

22/01/202220/01/2022 by Mark Ryan Categories: animals, oil, painTags: art, blood, feast, flowers, food, forgive, forgiveness, fruit, grduges, grow, growth, grudge, hate, oil, poem, Poetry, rhyming, tiges 5 Comments

Fall from grace

You no longer know god like you used to.
Angel, spill my blood.
Too afraid to believe your hate.
So justified.
Now fire sky.
Falling like consequence.
With nowhere left to run.
Your damage is done.
With holes in the ground.
That pull you in.
And spin, on devil fingers.
Cursing science and space.

25/08/202102/08/2021 by Mark Ryan Categories: church, religion, spaceTags: blood, church, comet, curse, devil, fire, god, hate, meteor, meteorite, poem, Poetry, science, space 2 Comments

Martyrize and sympathize

If only I could let you go.
Off my skin.
Out my heart.
I wanted a part of you to reside in my cells.
Forever burning bright like my northern star.
But the cancer grows.
It eats away at all we have.
Now, I must be stronger than Jesus.
And survive being crucified.
By you.

10/03/202110/03/2021 by Mark Ryan Categories: crucifixion, jesus, loveTags: art, cancer, cross, crucifiction, crucify, hate, heart, jesus, love, northern, poem, Poetry, star 8 Comments

They seem to hate you

And when I woke, my eyes were blinded.
By a sight I could not see.
My heart had broken, and you reminded;
me of all the things we would not be.

24/11/2020 by Mark Ryan Categories: heart, hurt, loveTags: blinded, broken, consume, despair, hate, heart, light, monster, poem, reminded, rhyme 8 Comments