Untold Memories

the world could only end
without you here

where mountains slow surrender
to the ceaseless seas’ entreaty

beneath the spired redwoods
breaching lucent skies alluring

through arid valleys of toiling sun

stretching long onto the virid shores
where first i held you

this land will hold our untold memories

as time permits their essence

in a distant realm of consciousness
we manifest as things once precious

i know that there could be no other way

despite the days adrift
inside abysses of solemnity

the twilight of your kiss cerise
still faults the earthen sheath

Such a Fool

summon now the sable sword
to cleave this polar sky in twain

lay my head along the bleak horizon
toll upon my eyes

i have borne a madman’s witness
long ago with words immured

on the fringe of fragile conscience
begat consequence unhinged

strenuous this enatation
tethered to tenuous strands

whence the ground surrendered new depths
now returns a glacial ceiling

faintly i recall a feeling
partial to the sun’s refrain

robbed by time’s rapacious clutch
and such a fool am i no longer

[image credit: Rockwell Kent]

Thoughts of You

I been thinkin’ bout you.

moments still descend from oleander into onyx
persistent, linger thoughts of your rapport
I walked along the line in languor
like the thousand days before
in the canyon where the sky once spit out fiery metal

the faintest breeze aroused a rustling
as I neared the elm-thronged clearing
ghostly remnants haunting rubble
in the durance of unrest

striking me with urgent ponder

rain-soaked midnight kiss of winter
need to stay time’s sifting sands
fumbling through love’s confessing

though none were tantamount
to the exigence of your return
spurned without the solace of your gentle disposition

I stumbled looking downward
as I searched the desert floor
looking for a mote of Mother Nature
I could capture in a bezel
of her bounty’s afterthought

my mind began to wander
through the endless roads meandering
each one holding hollow hopes

your hand in mine
the empty skies
adust with burning amber
if we could, just for one moment
steal away beyond the sunset
where no worlds would lie between us
I could see my woes and worries
vanish into nothingness

alas, my otherworldly aster
seraphim of wistful winds
this distance belies reconcile
and I have yet to find an answer
leading to sufficient ends

[image credit: James R. Eads]


my longing for thee
hast spanned the ages
formed whence mine eyes
felleth ‘pon the first star
heaven e’er hungeth before me

in the dawn of incarnations
dormant layeth mine heart’s behest
driven by duress tormenting
sated only by thy touch

happenstance at times denied us
sorrow then spurred conflagration
all consumed by thine impelling
left bereft skies turned to ruin

in reverie with ardor singeth
harmonies of our reunion
by the virtue of this plight
we walketh ’til the sun’s retire


[image credit: František Kobliha]


FUCK. i hate that vapid social media inspired expression
for it’s antithetical to my beliefs in every aspect

fuck your trite, banal suggestions
tailor fit to suit excess

the essence of existence is organic by nature
not of informed contrivance
thriving on planned obsolescence
and surreptitiously intrusive analysis
of every molecule of our daily minutiae
if you would please mind your business
as opposed to that of mine, perhaps i could then relax
but i suppose that my “business” is your impetus
incessantly devising channels
of collusive machination
desperately masterminding plots
to gain my undivided attention

hoping to be validated purloining my pittanced earnings
ceaselessly you inundate ~consumers~ with covert manipulation
dignity, it seems, has gone the same way of integrity
along with honesty, respect, and simple human decency

witness now the devolution
through our basest degradation

exploitation carried out
by our complacency’s compliance

captives of controlling forces
fostered by the fears we cherish
should we perish
all the world would crumble into dust forsaken

such a state of indignation
ego masks our greatest failing:

knowledge of our human nature,
plague of ever looming horrors.

~trending~ is just the beginning
tidings trained on influencing

truth is not begotten through lies vocalized ad infinitum.

if it was that we could ever descry what is, in truth, ~trending~
we might not survive the overload of such abstruse injustice
wreaked upon our weakened states of tenuously held conviction
culminating into such acute compartmentalization
formed of senseless rationalizations based on circumvention

ignorance no longer is a viable excuse for treason
fleeing from responsibility ploying to shift the burden
there must come a point at which we draw the line defining ethics
thus avowing our humanity or shameful lack thereof
no longer will we abdicate the causal factors of our fate

for noble truth requires no headline
as it airs self-evident
there is no precedent thus needed
to affirm its relevance
what hope do have for conclusion
lest we furnish sound decisions

found beyond the schisms of mass media-driven illusion

fuck every inane distraction
doling dubious semantics
look at what occurs when we allow
ourselves to get entangled
“covfefe” trended in a spectacle so grand wresting the nation
scarcely did we notice the affront afflicting Mother Nature
by a fucking idiot who redefines the nomenclature
of the very word with his absurd bids to destroy our culture

honestly, what terrifies me most lies in the fact
that had we been aware
we likely would have seen the same degree of apathy
amongst the general public
unable to see beyond his vulgar rhetoric of petulance

let me now apprise you of the truth, which, for myself is ~trending~
suicidal idealization triggered by the ceaseless duress
of demoralization, disillusionment, chronic depression,
dehumanization, paranoia, feelings of dejection,
cognitive dissonance from a lifetime of dissociation,
neverending affronts of existential invalidation,
persecution, indignation, soporose inebriation,
complex PTSD, isolation, operose avoidance,
ADHD, bipolar-both I and II, pellucid moments
fraught with such a gripping sense of hopelessness
from bearing witness to such egregious injustice
on display in vulgar incarnations of flagrant sexism,
buorgeoism, law enforcement killing black men,
Nazis framed by euphemism, supposition,
sanctioned sectarianism, church-protected molestation,
privilege of depraved rich white men, unabashed bigotry by tax-exempt so-called ~religions~,
rape culture, police states, prisons run by private institutions, war veterans disgraced, dishonored, exploited, and then forsaken, private-run health care industry designed to extort our dollar withholding the care required by disenfranchised citizens, fraudulent affronts by fascists falsely claiming communism, brazen systemic racism, ethically bereft opulants, omnipresent corporate-ties to every single fucking construct, dismissive attitudes at even vague allusions to such problems, how the fuck is anyone not outraged
to the point of action

really, what i mean to say is communist armed-revolution
(true communism, not the grave misapprehension, “communism™”)
even as a pacifist i understand that such time has come
lest we acquiesce at the behest of heedless corporations

proven without fail as being beholden to corrupt agendas
any means to justify the ends of planet-wide destruction
there’s no way to reconcile nor comprehend these truths before us
even if what’s ~trending~ sends a message of resounding chorus

[image credit: Livio Abramo]

The Devil You Know

now i see the spiral
coalesce upon your umbral breast
swallowing the Milky Way
with nary a word of contrition
nothing in this driftless wasteland
ever could sustain your septic need
to reconstruct yourself with remnants of your sadist wrath

precisely at the apex
of this doleful conflagration
you strike from spools
of spent conspire
and revel in the fires left burning

one thing i have relunctantly learned
is family is but just a title
granting twisted torturerers
unwarranted permission
evil of entitled villains
feigning love to smite your soul

[image credit: Louis Wain]

Momentary Introspection

perhaps i need a pointed slap in the face
rambling on in these fits of dolor
shameful displays of vulgar isolationist privilege
my natural state is one of positivity and emotional support
found when i consider others
but once i turn the looking glass inward
my world turns on its head
its dormant horrors readily fall from my cryptic thoughts
despite my adamant belief
that i am of a circumstance no worse than others
in fact, i live by the belief
that other’s plights eclipse my own
i feel like such a wretched child
parading about in all my pain
which might serve to allay my suffering
but i do fear i’ve crossed the line
this is not a plea nor pander
it is a fleeting flight of ponder
likely, soon found tucked away
obscured by thoughts effusive

Ardent Implore

candy-coated hand grenade
i beg thee, sate mine open mouth
death befit so much the sweeter
fantasy of furrowed brow

what more couldst heathen hearts desire
no fate to stretch beyond thoughts trenchant
unequivocal release
serene as languor soon relents

in the lithium soaked limelight
breaths disperse with freedom found
gone are eyes that wouldst deceive us
crooked Eden’s curse now stayed

loathsome gift of life escaping
take me in thy loving arms
adorn mine head with blackened halo
Helios, pray heal this husk

hazard i with ardent implore
nigh to taste the faceless hour
dusk awash with sordid wallow
fill this hollow hope with nihil

[image credit: František Kobliha]

Pointed Lessons

the abstract tapestry of thought and emotion
sifting through memories
persisting beyond the toll of midnight

a surreality poignance fraught
amidst your fabled absence

through context into lucid light
those wayward flecks take flight

seeing now
the urgency defining bated breath

hindsight is a bird unbounded
heaven’s haste begets unheeding

by the merit of its taste
left on the tongue in lingering

how is it that voices lacking tangible disclosure
visibly vociferate through vales
our verities unseen

only to be vetted in the aftermath
of fate’s denouement

moments later, vested virtues
forsaken anew

by the nighest conscious duress
of my conscience’s affording

i will honor your bestowing
in the bastion of my breast

pray not let these pointed lessons fall
when life resumes its pique

[image credit: Edouard Goerg]