longing – 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

INVITED EROSION

You wanted to dig in deep.
Down through stone and bone.
Excavate the soul from the marrow.
What was found was empty like ghosts.
You tried to tie this mind to your own.
Through the storm and spray.
What blooms then decays, you came up empty.
For I am a ship that’s lost at sea.
When you shake the salt from your wound.
And when morning resumes.
You may find this heart opening towards the sun.
When you lick inside this shell.
Turn this pain to love with your fingered alchemy.
I’ll know then you deserve it.
And I’ll no longer reserve it.
Solely for my own survival.
For every river is drawn to the waiting oceans.
Surrendering something but becoming also.

23/02/202623/02/2026 by Mark Ryan Categories: ocean, storm, sunTags: Alchemy, connection, desire, Elemental, emotional-excavation, erosion, intimacy, longing, mythic, ocean, oceans, poem, Poetry, river, seas, sensual, ship, surrender, tide, transformation, Vulnerability 5 Comments

Begin the begin

Falling freeways that collapse like thunder.
Splattering dust into my open heart.
The sun shines on.
Blanketing our eyes with dizzying despair.
That road was to the sea.
The ocean that promised such departure.
The great wide expanse that echoed home.
So we look above.
Counting trails and streaks across the sky.
Fighter jets and passengers making their escape.
Crawling, flying and fretting to other cities.
Other sights of wonder.
My mind melts into now and I collect my possessions.
All packed into one golden shell that I carry in my pocket.
It whispers your name.
It breathes your air.
Cinnamon cords that play forever on my lungs.
I crack this pumpkin sky and break on through.
The open road, a littered landscape of longing.
Making my way to you once more.
Stabling the state of mind I’m in.
Begin the begin.

26/11/202223/05/2022 by Mark Ryan Categories: escape, sea, travelTags: art, escape, freeway, heart, longing, love, ocean, planes, poem, Poetry, sea, sun, sunshine, travel 2 Comments