lunar – Havoc and Consequence

CALM & THE CHAOS

Washed over by the waves of tomorrow.
Rubbed raw by the days that have slipped from memory.
The storm before the calm.
The poison in the cure.
Breathe it in, like a lunar vapour.
Giving gravity to centred states of tranquillity.
The air sucked from the moon’s orbit.
Breath exhaled from Jesus back in time.
I watched myself fall.
At first, I think I pushed.
Over and over it tumbled, fighting at nothing and everything.
One hand on control, the other making waves through the heavy air.
Where does my sanctuary lie?
Outside of me still?
In God’s eye?
There is chaos in my calm as I turn the world down.
The calm in the life that rushes through like a headache grey.
Pausing to feel a hurt, that’s meant to ache.
There is no time to sit in stillness and save the soul from decay.
But there is no time, like now.

12/01/2026 by Mark Ryan Categories: chaos, moon, peaceTags: air, breath, calm, chaos, god, heachache, jesus, lunar, moon, peace, tomorrow, yesterday 15 Comments

Liquid gravity

Heavy bones weighted like illuminati.
Dark and porous, prone to fits of flight.
Suspended now in sleep as the moon watches.
Casting an orbous eye over this place.
It came without sound, scooping out the soul.
Lifting it up into that lunar landscape.
The silent soul stealer, the moon dancer of dreams.
To be played with only upon consentation with the darkness.
The body, cast aside while the moths played havoc.
Is that starlight in the blood?
Foreign dust in cells that shake and split.
Do these craters mimic the grief that marks me?
If all this is what I see, what lies beyond the solar scene.
That moon gravity and grey seam of space.
Is it just another place.
For me to plan my escape?

23/07/202324/07/2023 by Mark Ryan Categories: gravity, moon, soulTags: art, bones, death, dreams, escape, geavity, health, lunar, moon, planet, poem, Poetry, solar, soul, space Leave a comment

Heliocentric detours

A story unfolding at the speed of life.
Unplugged or imbedded.
They missed the Milky Way.
Drinking once more from a cup of stars.
Do these words seem familiar?
Rub it on your teeth.
Ugly and sweet
As they slide once more into focus.
Chewing on your past like a shark in a bathtub.
Filled to the brim with sorrow.
Eyes, that are empty.
Calling for tomorrow.
Now your moon hangs heavy in your heart.
Blue, like the subterfuge.
Shrieking past on a shooting star.
All light and brilliance.
Call it what you want, taste it like confusion.
Lifting into that lunar bloodstream.
But be sure to rinse your mouth with the irresistible.
And swallow the sublime.

10/12/202224/05/2022 by Mark Ryan Categories: drugs, moon, spaceTags: art, body, dream, dreams, drugs, heart, lunar, milkyway, moon, poem, Poetry, shark, space, sun, tomorrow 9 Comments

Adeline

Adeline, why do you trouble me so?
Why do you pull down the stars and the moon?
Chalking up these eyes with lunar dust and wonder.
Oh Adeline, do not speak my name.
It crumbles my ground and shakes my resolve.
Moving my inner mantle with volcanic changes of heart
Oh sweet Adeline, keep those lips the distance of the sun.
Rising from my eastern treasure like the dawn.
Blinding if I look that way.
My Adeline, I wish I knew you then.
When my world could make a house for you.
In the forest of fidelity when we were both young.
And hope was still a pearl in our eyes.
Goodbye Adeline, you will always dwell in my hope chest.
Covered in gold at the bottom of the fathoms.
Locked away in time by a key you will never own.

19/06/202118/06/2021 by Mark Ryan Categories: love, moon, oceanTags: art, gold, love, lunar, moon, ocean, poem, Poetry, relationship, sea, stars, sun, treasure, youth 15 Comments

Crawling back to the sea

Did I miss the Milky Way?
Seeping into my bones while I sleep.
Creeping over my soul like a love I can’t keep.
Forgetting how this feels.

If I am nothing but confused, then I know.
I know what I must do.
I welcome in the deportation.
Listening at the water’s edge.

The primitive sound of the sea of tranquillity.
Lapping at my soul.
An ocean of storms.
Propagating emancipation.

So annotate my departure now.
Hang it on your wall and drink it from your coffee cup.
Diminished and exonerated in your eyes unfit for the surface.
They would pop under the pressure of it all.

Like the path I tread. Or the self I give away.
Where is the road I follow? The crater to jump?
I told you before about the universe at my doorstep.
But I know you wanted me to be wrong.

All along.
But you forgot how to swim.
So I shoot myself across this space and walk into the sea.
And you can fall down to your knees.

19/05/202119/05/2021 by Mark Ryan Categories: moon, space, starsTags: departure, emanipaction, galaxy, leaving, lost, lunar, moon, ocean, poem, Poetry, RATER, shoot, space, stars, time, universe 2 Comments