Veiled – Mark Ryan (Havoc and Consequence)

Maybe it was all too much.This veil pulls me down.This earth pushes me up.Bones as thin as china.Will as strong as Russia.What religion should I wear?Which god was I trying to please?Watch me as this orthodox trips into sunlight.Unbuckled and strewn about like papers on a desk.Write my name on everything you see.For I shallContinue reading “Veiled – Mark Ryan (Havoc and Consequence)”

Extirpate<Amalgamate – Mary Ryan (Havoc and Consequence)

Stand in the middle of the wreckage.The galaxy of regrets wash at your feet.All open fields.The tidal pull within you, feasting on black waves of idealism.You bring your dreams to god.Such food for a hungry beast.The wind washes away, the dirt and decay of mountainous failure.And who really cared. Who really cried over forgotten chances?TheContinue reading “Extirpate<Amalgamate – Mary Ryan (Havoc and Consequence)”

Quiescent – Mark Ryan (Havoc and Consequence)

She tried to save him on that day.That day, when the coffee stained sky folded.She reached out in her own way.Only for her hands to turn to stone.And her mind to dust.A cruel trick of fate positioned her.To watch his demise from such a vantage point of safety.Silenced in an eternal knowing.While a tempest ragedContinue reading “Quiescent – Mark Ryan (Havoc and Consequence)”

Let the dead in – Mark Ryan (Havoc and Consequences)

Those little lights above my head.Calling the skin to murmur.It prickles the spine to know, I’m not alone.I can’t remember when I was lost.Wandering in the fog on a wavering strength.These pulsating voices call, welcoming me back.Those faces remain.Allowed in to suffocate the bloodstream.Occupying every darkened corner.We let the dead in.Taking everything but understanding.For theyContinue reading “Let the dead in – Mark Ryan (Havoc and Consequences)”

Je Suis Désolé – Mark Ryan (Havoc and Consequence)

https://havocandconsequence.wordpress.com/ Down deep, beyond the rib-cage and the flecks of pride.Lies a guilt, heavy like the tear from god.It sits silently, weighted by time.How many grudges have been held?Placed on this mantel, pride of place.These bones, once hollow, fill now with coal.Snap them, and dust will fill your lungs.Worse than tar, the blackness invades.It blanketsContinue reading “Je Suis Désolé – Mark Ryan (Havoc and Consequence)”

Light – Mark Ryan (Havoc and Consequence)

The light in a teardrop, approaching.Destroying the dark that sits like soil on your cheeks.A wrecking river of black, dispelled by a single candle.That single effort of change.Who knows how small the room is when the lights are off.When the darkness wins.Yet each day the universe contracts, birthing out the sun.Raining down solar tears toContinue reading “Light – Mark Ryan (Havoc and Consequence)”

Tide – Mark Ryan

https://havocandconsequence.wordpress.com/ How high to stem the breaching tide.That washes daily into our lives.A rise and fall, with horrific force.Split and cut right though our course.And though at times it seems sublime.It slowly soaks with turpentine.A drowning water in our lungs.Of life’s debris, while Satan hums.And watches while we slowly sink.God’s dye is cast, a deepContinue reading “Tide – Mark Ryan”

Rush —Mark Ryan

Humbled, caught in such rapture. Clinging to joy like a root to a tree. No longer myself, yet loved still. Understanding fate’s anatomy. Chaos now silenced, calm like a church. We pray in the days that unfold. Burning them fully like candle wicks of life. Threatened each day by the wind that is blowing. FromContinue reading “Rush —Mark Ryan”

Sparkle – Mark Ryan (Havoc and Consequences)

https://havocandconsequence.wordpress.com/ Placing hands on such skin.Wishing to dive right in.And swim, in the soul full of diamonds.I broke you out amber.Pulled away the tar and thick oil.Which stained my hands and heart.One kiss pulls me under.One word lifts me up.The vibrations are clear, and stardust tells no lies.For heaven assumed.Once prayed and pried out ofContinue reading “Sparkle – Mark Ryan (Havoc and Consequences)”

Ruin – Mark Ryan

Blaze the craze which rips through the world.Such times to be alive.Born from the birds which fly south for winter.Pecking at the moon.Which idea is now spun from younger lips?For children withhold such commitment.We welcome you to the future.Putting your ear to the soil to hear the earth murmur.A wailing in the wind and theContinue reading “Ruin – Mark Ryan”