words would impede my need to express
this feeling that bleeds as it beats from my chest
a symbol of infinite bounding enclosed
as simple and intricate sounds when composed
in beams of sooth glistening undular form
where dreams aloof mistle tinged grossular storms
constructing fine prism weaved wafts of silk snared
substructing holism leaves not gestalt reared
for euphonic escalade rendered so mute
bore sonic tirade so tender afoot
Further Than the Absence of Our Distance
Faint echoes illicit etchings that stretch
Further than the absence of our distance
Fumbled trails of jumbled digits
Our brains arrange to fit into sense
Reaching for warm vibrations
Resonant within such void
Static glow composing conscious
Countenance to quell our chaos
Astral arcs of crescent cradling
Poignant pools of prose and praise
Forming respite nets that catch
The day’s drawn out dreams
Looming always, weaving landscapes
Love and laughter lift the listless
Transposing painful plights
To smiles persistent, spent of joy
Trickled transit as varied visits
Vagrant visions carry verve
Flights of whimsy brimming over
In binary blurbs that hover nigh
Lighting the length of our plank
We walk to its end so aware
With blank expression
We descend into shared darkness
Sharing Is Caring:
If Only…
Feigning
The analysis of unseen eyes persists in silent echoes
My words as water washed in oil
Set to flame in umbral skies
Prism of portending precedent
Prattling prose of impropriety
Sharing Is Caring:
Take
A Siren Emblazoned of Sin
drenched in onyx ocean’s armor
army of solitude sheathe
content with nothing less than ardor
that writhes like tempestuous seas
her words sting inflection most dual
where notions of knowing concede
subverting convention though cruel
auspiciously sowing her seed
immutable thoughts put upon her
dry as mercurian mead
visage besotted with somber
neath crimson devonian sweep
as remnants are rent upon her wake
embellishing tempest allures
the advent of all one would forsake
to relish in context so pure
but nary a tale ere hath regaled
in squalid halls of ill repute
for fear of the wrath which she impales
once bold turned to stolid refute
should eyes sympathize her meander
with haste caution cast upon wind
a wicked demise thou wouldst pander
a siren emblazoned of sin
Sharing Is Caring:
Time In Tides Shall Find Her
time in tides shall find her
wrapped in aimless waiver
jutting like a wayward bough
frowns the upturned sky
slivers lost tinged conifer
swallow then her song
echoes now unravel distant
from bead to silent fractal
as breath that warms this shoulder
Sharing Is Caring:
As Fire Afflicts Antilogous Pole
errant wafts of ghostly whispers struggle to sway
but their words fall in magnetic arrest
boring through terrestrial layers
halting
when furnace beckons
sorrowed drops have inscribed twin vales upon this sallow shell
fallow, bereft of fleeting filament
hours composed of decomposing
poised to frivol away
as fire afflicts antilogous pole
Sharing Is Caring:
Wistful Expire
wayward sprawl swallow
now this fetid coil
dull and diminished
as wrought steel in toil
sinuous loom of ethereal tense
pen courting
indelible consequence
speckled array born
of absent remains
silence embracing
the advent of change
entropy tranquil
soft somatic seel
allaying dismay
bled of wray unto wheel
opium skies
shadow tinged stringent eyes
compartmentalized
fades the subconscious mind
welled wisps soon felled
as dost life quell desire
where worlds listless
persist in wistful expire
Sharing Is Caring:
Timeth of Day
every inkling inked upon
this parchment which thee followeth
prose composed, of blood t’was forged
in mine own drops of sorrow
still, displayed in erred ways
as though t’were born of naught
the truth beholden to beest told
in moments seldom sought
to some seemeth incessant
streams of trite grandiloquence
though none has’t seen such broken dreams
smite mine own countenance
i’ll not recant if thou wouldst grant
thine audience of heart
through such eyes thou dare not encave
from truths these words impart
and though verbose these thoughts
impose upon thee with intent
so doth convey mine own dismay
allaying consequence
if thou protests, i wilt request
with haste beest on thy way
for i’ve not might, to grant
the likes of thee timeth of day
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