diamonds – Havoc and Consequence

TWO

With the earth sighing.
And the moon collapsing.
Twin tectonic plates shift in the cells.
An attraction.
A reaction.
Distance, separator.
Godly refraction.
Too much poison.
These angels cast asunder.
Evil : Godly.
Licking wounds from the inside out.
Teacher. Brother.
All come undone, severed from the other.
When I wanted you and the grey began to fade.
With a diamond heart.
And a coal soul.
Now you want this.
To tear us through.
Destroying a dream, choking on your armament.
Ripped, torn, teared in two.
As I stared at you.
Paralysed at being alone.
But still breathing.

02/03/2026 by Mark Ryan Categories: diamonds, soul, soulmates, tornTags: angels, collapse, cosmic imagery, destroy, division, dream destruction, duality, emotional fracture, evil, fear, god, grief, heartbreak, inner conflict, loneliness, longing, mythology, poison, rupture, surviva, tectonic plates, transformation 5 Comments

PROFESSIONAL TRAUMA

Grasping into the air, coming up empty.
Reaching for the diamonds that you scatter.
Peppering oily words that lodge in my teeth.
My scull exhales.
I Blink.
You’re gone.
My house sits quietly.
The storm in the stillness, awaiting the break.
An internal collapse has rendered my soul paralysed.
A need to function, a call in the dark.
The wolf of the world howls in reply.
Teasing and taunting from my fingertips.
These dusty eyes are washed in my sea of overwhelm.
I breathe once more underwater.
Picking out the thorn buried deep in my side.
For I must go on, we must reach towards the light.
Though to drown in the sparks and spray of history, would sanctify my relevance.
I shudder, and weep.
For I too, still long to be complete.

15/10/2025 by Mark Ryan Categories: diamonds, life, lightTags: air, diamonds, hands, live, ocean, poem, Poetry, reaching, trauma 5 Comments

Set you free

Heavy weight with a soul that’s full.
Yet lifting towards a breaking sky.
Shattered light magnified in diamond eyes.
Sparkle.
Lift.
Goodbye.

15/10/2023 by Mark Ryan Categories: diamonds, goodbye, soulTags: art, ascending, diamonds, ending, goodbye, heaven, lift, lifting, pixels, poem, Poetry, sky 5 Comments

Govern

You wrapped me up in stars.
When I wanted to slip into the dark.
To dissolve into an abyss.
You smack me with diamonds.
Making sure they cut and imbed.
A constant constellation to light my path.
You pour gold into my veins.
When I wish to drift away.
And teether me to this material realm.
Showing my what beauty I surround.

13/01/2023 by Mark Ryan Categories: beauty, diamonds, relationshipTags: abyss, beauty, black, diamonds, drift, gold, govern, poem, Poetry, sacred, saved, stars 8 Comments

You are the ocean

The cuts spill a gold.
Where the bone is exposed, a strength shows.
Rebuilding myself like a starfish.
Grown back, from ripped apart.
Those are not pearls, but diamonds in the blood.
Strong and timeless.
Clankering around my metal heart.
Each soul contains a treasure.
This golden light of the ages.
Liquid wonder and most precious to the divine.
Dripped down in time.
Spilled on the floor where you left me.
Soaked up through my veins because I had to.
I needed it, to get away.
The undulation of time.
Sets forth a storm of unfolding.
A revealing of a love you hoped to lay sunk.
Rotting like a shipwreck on the ocean floor.
But no more.
The stars in the sea salvage us.
Hauled to the shore to gasp again on palmed beached air.
At that place, where I promised you forever.

25/05/202125/05/2021 by Mark Ryan Categories: diamonds, love, seaTags: beach, cut, diamonds, divine, gold, love, poem, Poetry, precious, shipwreck, starfish, stars, wreck 2 Comments