THE BEATING

THE BEATING

A Poem by TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSheerTerror
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"the heart beats mean"

"
  

the heart beats mean

a race past random

  ignore the dull

thirst for more

the rising and the fall

a core within us all

threats to our survival

tempers the pressure

cost us dear

in this single moment

the heart beats meaner

down to this heart

that is the all

life and death

love or regret

the blood

the beating

it strangles

intensely surrounds

hits to the ground

shakes a solid center down

to the taste of metal

ringing in your ears

forego the pain

it always remains

an unshaped frame

living to exist

down to an essence

hung from the steepest step

this final twist of thread

keeps you still

exceeds higher flight

a lone heartbeat

reaching for life

mortality crowning above

the sharpest place of a razor's edge

slashing precision’s demand

avoiding the cut with each decision

in an order of dire destruction

the deepest site found

a place of consequence

this heart’s beating movement

a fraction of life

this very instant

and all junctures

it is the fight

to the end


Terry D'Arcy-Ryan








© 2017 TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSheerTerror


Author's Note

TerryDarcy-Ryan   akaSheerTerror
HAPPY NEW YEAR

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I remember these days. Us kids in Detroit would box for friend. Today. Computers and cell phones. I liked the photos and the words shared my friend. Thank you for sharing the amazing story.
Coyote

Posted 6 Years Ago


TerryDarcy-Ryan   akaSheerTerror

6 Years Ago

Thank you for the amazing review.

Sheer Terror
Coyote Poetry

6 Years Ago

Was my pleasure my friend and you are welcome.

"mortality crowning above the sharpest place of a razor's edge...the deepest site found a place of consequence". This is nice, the expression smooth. i'll still ponder. im in a haste at d moment

Posted 6 Years Ago


TerryDarcy-Ryan   akaSheerTerror

6 Years Ago

Alao Taiwo, I am pleased that you enjoyed this and that it translates well, thank you for taking the.. read more
Truly heart breaking what the world is.

Posted 6 Years Ago


TerryDarcy-Ryan   akaSheerTerror

6 Years Ago

Scarlet Rose, I am always happy to see you gave me a review, Thank you

Sheer Terror
RebeccaRose

6 Years Ago

:) awe I feel special. Haha. Thanks bud.
Urgent, resounding.
On this bitter cold New Year's day, this makes me feel sorrowful for all those who must fight to stay alive.

Posted 6 Years Ago


that life struggle for survival. this took me back to my childhood out in the street with the neighborhood kids. 'til the moment we take our last breath, we fight. we fight against different things in the course of life, even ourselves sometimes. this really got me thinking. flows nicely as it tells. great pics.

Posted 6 Years Ago


I remember the days of boxing gloves,most parents would just let their kids work it out.Drop the wall and fences and put the gloves on to settle the score. interesting write;-]

Posted 6 Years Ago


TerryDarcy-Ryan   akaSheerTerror

6 Years Ago

Oh yes that is a fond memory that did not occur to me when I wrote this. I come from a large Irish .. read more
Weeping willow

6 Years Ago

Your words just brought memories back.It's true that life is a struggle and a hard fight.We should b.. read more
TerryDarcy-Ryan   akaSheerTerror

6 Years Ago

Thank you Weeping Willow
i wonder,is it the dark side coming out of people,or just evil

Posted 6 Years Ago



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TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSheerTerror

PHOENIX, AZ



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