The Conjunction of the Sun and Moon: Book Two of the Seven Worlds

By David Stuart Ryan

You are now entering the second of 'The Seven Worlds' in David Stuart Ryan's poetry series.

'The Conjunction of the Sun and Moon' explores the relationship of man and woman in startling images, poems and themes.

As with his previous book, 'The Sphere of the Moon Goddess', picture and text are intimately related and create a satisfying whole describing the poetic experience, you cannot help but be taken out of the everyday into the mysterious realms that these poems inhabit.

It is as much a work of art as a poetry collection. The vivid intense colours of the original illustrations take on a life of their own, by turns other worldly, erotic, elusive, beautiful and intriguing.

You will appreciate this book for the ultra realistic depictions of love in all its many phases,from soaring hope to plunging despair.

But be warned, this is a no holds barred encounter you are about to enter.

ou suddenly confront life face to face, and that can be disturbing as well as inspiring.

Poet David Stuart Ryan, a US award winning writer in the 'All Nations Poetry Competition' takes you out and beyond your previous boundaries.

Some journeys change you forever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: David Stuart Ryan
• Release date: Dec 21, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301661190

David Stuart Ryan

Writer, traveller and astrologer.Inventor of a new astrological interpretation program.The writing came first, you can see the titles athttp://www.kozmikhoroscopes.com/kozmik.htmAround the eclipse of March 1968 I turned down a job writing ads for KLM airline and wenttravelling overland to India. (Didn’t everyone?) Felt a little smug about that until I meta girl on the beach in Goa who had turned down a job writing for PanAm to head off to Formenteraand then India. (beat that Ryan!).Did visit an astrologer within 5 days of arriving in an incredibly hot India ( the temperature was hitting over 120F(50C) and even the Indians were dying) who blew me away with his analysis. Even getting that I was anadvertising copywriter.So now many moons later I have a computer program that combines both East and West astrology to givesome unique, mind blowing readings.See for yourself at http://www.kozmikhoroscopes.com

Book preview

THE CONJUNCTION OF

THE SUN AND MOON

Book Two of

The Seven Worlds

Written and illustrated by

David Stuart Ryan

Kozmik Press

London and Washington DC

Copyright © 2013 David Stuart Ryan

Smashwords Edition. All rights reserved.

ISBN: 9781301661190

For more information on Kozmik Press and the books of David Stuart Ryan

www.kozmikhoroscopes.com/kozmik.htm

Also by the author:

Poetry

The sphere of the moon goddess

Postcards from around the globe

New new world – and land of Australia and the islands of Fiji

Home – and a journey to the USA

The cream of the Troubadour Poets

Novels

The Affair is All

Looking for Kathmandu

Taboo

The Lost Journal of Robyn Hood – Outlaw

Biographies

John Lennon’s Secret

The Blue Angel – the life and films of Marlene Dietrich

Travel

America – a guide to the experience

India – a guide to the experience

WELCOME

You are now approaching The Conjunction of the Sun and Moon, the second of The Seven Worlds you will encounter on this journey into the laws of existence.

Contents

Conjunction

Civilisation

Party Pleasure

Scarab

Reflections of Eternity

Petition

Return

Conversation with a Stone

Lady Luck

Plant Life

The Late John Keats

The Garden of Delights

The Survivor

Old Friend

Reincarnation

Ice Majesty

Maturing

The Holy Trinity

Peace

Worship

Wisdom

Fire Dance

Seven Heavens

Venus

Saturn

Sun

Moon

Mars

Mercury

Jupiter

Barn Dance

End of a Dream

The Father

Funfair

Scream

Lovers

The Curse

Initiation

Mistress of the Autumn

Awakening

Loveless Desires

Mists

Wedding

The Trial

Equinox

The Secret

Love

Hope

Faith

The Kiss

Waiting

The Seagull

Every Jack Has His Jill

Time

A Thought

Slashed

Bright Arrow

Leaning Lingam

The Dart

Conquistador

Invitation to the Dance

Crisis

Pain

Lost Wonder

Anticipations

On the Marriage Bed

Joy Song

Hallow Queen

Dawn

November

Heat Beats

Respite

What’s One is One

In the Beginning

Proposition for Union

Wishing Well

High Points

Promise

Homage to the Madonna

The New Decade

In the Name of Love

Beautiful You Are, Very

The Blast of War

The Winter Wood

Song of the Fool

Dissolution

On the Search

A Dead Mother

Her Father

Proud and Alone

To the Seal Woman

The Unwritten Law

February

Finale

Refreshment

After

Essences

Flying to Love

No End

The Song of David

Westward Ho

Return to Love Lake

That Love Spring

Lips

At the Court of the King

Peace and Goodwill to You All

To Make Love

While You Were Away

Execution

Naïve

Happy Land

Murder Trial

Night of Doom

Return of the Sun

Consternation

Images

Your Dark Wings

In the Light of Dawn

Suit of Fire

Tangled Coloured Cat

Spring Tide

Do You Want to be My Lover?

River Song

Return of the Rabbits

In the Quiet

Where Will Our Love Lead?

Wake

Madness

Coincidence in Time

In Memory of Cleopatra

Your Father is Dead

Interlude

Girl From Snatchwood

April Sunshine Day

We Shall Build a New Race

May’s River

The Cat and the Bird

Harbinger

Creation

Pussy

To be a Virgin

Life’s Blessing

Leaf on a Tree

Glem Igge Mig

About the Author

Conjunction

Unsure of reasons they sit – perfectly still

Around about aside drift floating balls of white stuff pollen.

The world is vividly green, cascaded by floating gently

Free balls of fluff seeds.

The world is still

Completely and perfectly

He looks completed upon this still present

She gazes amazed

Out everywhere

Looking for the center.

She is the center of a centerless world

Still, floating in endless rounds of pollen seed,

Rich green in the basking sunlight of a perfect Sunday day.

The stillness of the moving seeds.

The quickening growth of seeds

The calmness of a flourishing world.

Young smiles upon nothing, something

Everything nothing.

No questions, stunning silences.

The conjunction of the male and female.

Creation.

Explosions of opposites into facsimile another.

The world is the size of?

The world is in their faces, she looks out

And cries into his laughing.

Civilisation

A heart dark within

A slow slight flame

Beyond.

Beyond the men return to dark seas

Washing Planet Earth

Around in perpetual motion.

Slowly the world reduces in focus

To the flittering herald

Of a red light on a tall tower

Set above the patterns of lights

Spread to the darkness surrounding hills

Of London.

The cast sky of secret violets

Dark purples, wisps of lilac clouds.

Below the soft curves

Of trees and grass

Quietly breathing.

The prime of summer.

Perfect leaf growing out of a rough tree trunk.

A spire on the light lit sky

Surrounded yet surmounting

The darkly thriving ungent trees.

The flame within the heart of man

Will be fanned

Into the stunning brightness of sunshine days

It will take from earth’s rich moisture

Its prompting

Its constellations

Waiting to be viewed.

The wind lightly blows

The lights of the city

The unknown arrangements

The curved body of the trees

In bunches.

The waiting implantation

Will come from man.

The dark rich earth

Above

The curiously coloured sky.

The unseen ornate drapery of the tree branches

Caught by the city’s backwash glow on the sky.

The flame flickers.

The substance is there.

The tumidity

The breeding millions of germane cells

Waving into each other’s form

Unformed material living

Time honoured ways.

A church steeple points clearly to the sky.

The tree sap, the gushing flow of life

Rolls gently onward on the comfortable ground.

The tower with red flashing light

Points obstinately upwards

The spire spears through to the heavens.

The flame is city night lights

Tiny dots in solid black buildings.

Returning at night

Men from beyond

Old progressions of earth hugging ground

To strive

To civilise

The dark secret earth

To set direction.

The spires are all set upwards

On mystery horizon

A little electricity

Soon the fire will be alight.

Party Pleasure

Her insistent clothes betray her soft eyes

The night for action seeking love’s lullabies.

A warm red light moulds her face right

She charms him listening to his workaday plight.

Seduce him, cleave to her thighs his worth

Fondle him, hold him, show the round girth

Of white belly near dark pubic bristling

On the bed kissed breasts turn her hot sizzling,

Such excitement dashes her brain insane again

The fever of loving twists her in clear pain,

Delivered from wanting a lover’s attraction

She contemplates the rising dawn -satisfaction.

Scarab

He has been sacred in Egypt’s world

When eyes shone in magnificent life

Now he lies on his back – mortal strife,

The black shiny case revolves

Under gesticulating thin black legs.

To move him back upon his legs?

He losing the flowing energy

Necessary to wing his sacred way

Through the infinite globe, not lay

Waiting on a stone slab for fortune’s

Help from some seeing powerful hand.

He is marooned in a hostile land

So struggles, twisting legs and back,

To return along his appointed

Line, he dying, the sacred beetle,

His aid relies on alien people

Who witness, observe, see the reason for dying.

He struggles up the slab to die a sacred scarab.

The truth is eternal as sunshine through leaves

Seen quickly distantly, glimpses, your mind deceives

The heart gently floats on a river, then sees.

Glancing throughout the world at all the dead views

You hope to find what Jesus gave, the good news

And yet how can you search for what has no clues?

In the still flowing water hemmed by grass, trees

A fish sprightly wiggles, stops, turns with sudden glee

In its face the water shines suns two times three.

Above the clouds are below on the water green

Spaced on the surface, still, letting shape be seen