A formidable heartbeat

When the light is snuffed.
By the hand of God.
A recklessness washes within.
Out of the black oozes defiance, and a new religion.
A sense of purpose on ledges and lives.
As quiet as the devil is, and as loud as god.
Your own voice rattled and hums.
Can you denounce the logic which spreads like honey across your mind?
Swallow it down, the nasty taste of tolerance.
And set fire to the warning that came in on a fresh breeze.
Who knows where it has been.
Who knows what it has seen.
You know your own beyond the world of your eyelids.
And deep within your solitary ravine.
The slush and sway of the overwhelm.
A world urging you to stay.

13/06/202215/06/2022 by Mark Ryan Categories: death, Devil, religionTags: art, black, change, death, devil, ending, fire, god, honey, mind, morbid, poem, Poetry, religion, tolerance, wind, world Leave a comment

Reaching roots

How deep do these roots need to burrow?
While the wind of the world shakes and batters.
Down deep, past dinosaur bones and bits of myself.
Long forgotten memories and names no longer remembered.
Roots of strength, yet they strangle the small and struggling.
Little sprouts of new dreams which begin deep in the dark of my soul.
Waiting, for just the tiniest flash of light.
Yet the roots need to be strong.
For it’s much further to go on.
And this tree is desperate to reach up to heaven.

13/10/202107/10/2021 by Mark Ryan Categories: heaven, treasure, treeTags: art, bones, devil, dinosaur, dreams, god, poem, Poetry, rain, storm, storms, tree, wind 2 Comments

The Wind

The wind that howls, is the one that kills.
Blowing through these bones, coming down the hills.
Picking up like the devil’s breath.
It runs amok and hurries my death.
For though I’m not fragile as a slanted tree.
Or small, or weak and feathery.
The wind that howls is beyond my control.
It fans your flames that are burning my soul.

29/09/201929/09/2019 by Mark Ryan Categories: Devil, Poetry, soul, stormTags: art, bones, burn, burning, death, deil, fire, furt, kill, poem, Poetry, rhyming, soul, storm, tree, wind 4 Comments