Dearest Mister Jasper
A Polar Divide
a polar
divide
e’er pervades
this wavering visage
of sinuous veil
the restive wrath
of breathlessness
whispering
frailty
the freeing influx
of fire’s adorning
roaring
with impassioned plea
and sordid rationale
a brashness
pent
with lunar ashes
but sooner
harken voices
with wretched dissonance
squandering
madness
freefalling
in monochromatic
disparity
distant reflections
sentenced
to toil the time
where heart’s
divergent dwell
the wells of hybris
beget weeping stone
by the lurching
of earth’s tormented
breeze
release me
to discordance
Sharing Is Caring:
This Latent Lament
your words
are the sinister fire
that burns
truth
through holes
in my head
with thoughts
that forever conspire
to spurn the unheard
consequence
i look to your kingdom
of ire
to learn
of my lost relevance
with hope
i may someday
retire
from churning
this latent lament
the days
of conflict
and desire
were earned
but would never
be spent
this love
once so fervent
and dire
returns now
to fine
sediment
[Photo: Mary Pickford]
Sharing Is Caring:
Final Frame
i awaken
into dream
the essence so precise
a place
i know so well
it seems
this feeling
permeates every aspect
of my being
where i can
never again
expect
to be
time has turned
forbidden
spurned
forlorn
for the life
of me
i cannot
discern disparity
alas
my conscious mind
soon finds
the glass rift
as what was once
life shifts
the past
sight amiss
all is ripped
from this fervid grasp
in that fleeting
final frame
of perfect
freedom
forsaken
Sharing Is Caring:
RedwoodRebirth
stay thy heart’s undying truth
lest ye distort thy solaced soul
pray not beset the muse that moves thee
flourish as thy wish unfolds
from this ruin rise anew
dare embrace its fiery wrath
giants harken skies rebirthed
to grant us credence on our path
Sharing Is Caring:
Our Illusion
i framed
our illusion
with fleeting peals
of idealized
allusion
a restless zeal
lavishly adorning
lucid visions
elusive
so obscenely ornate
even
the great daydreamers
shuddered
hushed
beneath clouds
of shamble
wept shadows
shed
without shame
Sharing Is Caring:
That Explains It…
I attempted to write a brief explanation detailing the significant factors relating to the creation of this meme. Sadly, it’s an issue of such gravely enormous magnitude that before I knew it, I had already written pages with no foreseeable end in sight. I shall continue to work on that but in the meantime, here’s the meme. The actual photograph is one of my all-time favorites. Enjoy!
Sharing Is Caring:
With Pen In Hand
Pensively, with pen in hand
I seek to speak this heart’s demand
In verses vetting no avail
Dispersed through endless paper trails
The flames of amorous subdue
Proclaimed in clamor since imbrued
In rumination brewing long
From luminescent springtide song
Frustrations thrust upon this mind
Soon turn to dust all in due time
As lost laments gather to die
‘Til one day come a weather eye
In search of words to mend the wound
Unearths the tome that tends this tomb
These tales eternal then retold
In vales of vernal life once known
For all things past must yet return
As falling glass from stardust spurned
Sharing Is Caring:
“If You Like Leonard Cohen & Tom Waits, You Will Love Scutty Lee.”
Scutty Lee is a beautiful man. He is a dear friend of mine. His talents are boundless. Please take a moment to check out his incredible music. I promise you will be glad you did.
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Sharing Is Caring:
Ode to Scutty’s Buns Revisited
mister scutty.
buns.
mine eyes take to sea
draped in black damask
ask, upon what merit
to what do i owe
thy fine mask of sinew
in shadowed remorse
i lay vexed
exquisite.
a freedom formed
born of toilsome task
such winsome,
this ass
grasping in folly
i falter, forlorn
this finest of fannies
far more than fixed eye
could e’er hold candle to
sand doth sift
and so shifts time
o buns of golden mote
i dote on this fire
to hold what is naught
but a phantom fandango
so taut with transgressions
in visions foretold
foreboding alabaster sheath
aglow
no, asunder
plundering depths
taste tears of sallowed vitae
were strength as a flower
this truth, seed and all
should fall as the hour
when tower doth beckon
thy buns!
thy buns!
o scutty!
skyward flesh effused
obfuscated realms of sordid sanctity
below is a shifting
uplift yea!
uplifting
muted trepidation
threat or compliance
lo, golden buns of stardust waver
o scutty!
buns that scintillate liquescent
‘neath the moonlight’s tremble
in cries of haute
wielding scepter
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