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
Breaching Fast the Dark Horizon
divergent blades of earthen skin
stretching to escape their reflection
run the length that given time
will find them in each other’s arms
for in that distance, life becomes them
gaining loss, the cost of knowledge
senses dulled to shine the surface
barely sealing in gray matter
searching for the songs that struck
the core of all desires adopted
haplessly stumbling headfirst
into the unknown symphony
every refrain holds its truth
that only retrospect can tell
present states confuse with purpose
phrases blur to stay the hour
culled amalgam worn to worn
each its own reflection’s mirror
marred by moments etched in stasis
paraphrased by remnants squandered
once; as all that never was
must collide and shape anew
where the paths now come together
time persists as non-existent
passages and wayward exits
bound by universal law
jumbled masses huddled so low
breaching fast the dark horizon
Sharing Is Caring:
Truth
once observed, though set in stone
bears nothing more than what is known
witness to that which shall remain
a silent captive of refrain
left unclaimed from whence was wrought
feigned and framed as though t’was naught
availed victim now put on trial
with guilt transposed of bold denial
the crimson press of waxen seal
behold the toll left unrevealed
responsibility eschewed
the mockery of known truth
Sharing Is Caring:
Truth Idealized
aromatic petals waft into the mind’s display
sowing memories of life unto the heart’s array
hands that never idle draw upon this weary face
siphoning the spirit, carapace soon turns to waste
thoughts endearing, dwindle like a spindle spiralling on
fraught with fears like kindling tends the tender fire till dawn
helpless to observe the truths impressed upon our flesh
soft and supple, weak and wary, worn under duress
standing on the pillaged past to peer into our fate
captured in reflections to which we cannot relate
poised upon the precipice of poignancy implied
haunted by the visions of our truth idealized
Sharing Is Caring:
Infinity Still Residing
awaken to the void
vespertine avenues vanish
awash in bittersweet moments
memories of absconded youth
infinity still residing
on the tip of my tongue’s refrain
folding into crumbling worlds
caught between in silent hues
where your warmth imbued the stars
in dreams that beam salvation
falling over limbs of lumber
hapless, bearing fate so sweet
Sharing Is Caring:
Blissed Apparition
drowning in broad strokes
of her brush so brash
I stood at the forefront
in backdrops of ash
with each newfound pass
pigments pressing conspired
composing the ocean
of mirth turned to mire
encircled in lunar sands
reticent scorn
obscured by the obelisk
spiraling forth
obstinate breast
of abrasiveness bellows
abundance of hues strewn
adorning her pillow
blissed apparition
of petals impearled
presaging solitude
of two stagnant worlds
Sharing Is Caring:
Obscured Sediment In Dawn’s Exile
Shrouded by luminous quilt
In stolen hour of desert gloaming
Brash and bright as life would have us
Intertwined, we courted darkness
Stark was all that ruled our world
As we rued the daylight squander
Loathsome aurous sphere that seared
A porcelain demure transfixed
Etched embrace on umber shore
Neath peering Peridot mystique
We breached the siren’s song
Through passive glances temporal
Felled, you held this coiled carapace
Quelling wrath with vitreous hand
Hapless, I would soon succumb
Shunning lucid truth in youth
All that would bear consequence
Flourished in the fiery depths
Every moment flushed with fervent
Passions, sating flesh
The corridor of riparian quenching
Drenched, adrift the wayward isle
Once flowed freely of our wefting
Now as listless as its mooring
Obscured sediment in dawn’s exile
Sharing Is Caring:
Temporality
Time is not moulded clay
Meant to cradle impermanence
It moves with freedom
Minds cannot discern
We tread upon its trails, intrepid
Trivialities of atrophying form
Availed of all that falls before us
Envisioned of our own volition
Bound by realm of rusted blood
Etched in scrawling strewn askew
Washed away as whitened waves
Scorching scant displays of squalor
Songs of stringed structure lull
Swallowed by such forces fervent
Fraught with thoughts of relevance
And promised flights of light anew
Sharing Is Caring:
To Exist
Chaotic echoes linger from distant realms
All that has existed in this patch of land
Exists now in the absence of time
In between every extreme contained within the spectrum
Moments thought to diminish, yet languish in the void
Intangible essences endlessly spiral inward
All progression remains relative to the mind
Molded by our perception’s indoctrination we stumble onward
In futility we grasp at pieces we no longer see
Time is the abstract mechanism that diminishes all
Helpless are we to protest its insistence
Haplessly deconstructing the construct of existence
All that is at once is as good as naught
Fraught with fantasies of infinite repetition of consciousness
But particles disperse and coalesce without prejudice
Through visions evolving, dissolving with precision
We ponder with purpose what the surface conceals
Revealing only that which we can comprehend
Bound by our own paltry perspectives
The perpetual plight of reflective introspection
Through inflections of or intrinsic inability
Sharing Is Caring:
O Muse Sublime
o muse of trembling ardor
perched upon what precipice
wax adoring or abhorring
beauteous capricious wisp
beckon thoughts to naught surrender
fleeting free fall fraught with flame
solace in reckless abandon
consequence of hazard aim
intervals hail flippant airs
qualms aloof and proof left scorned
paradox of quine requiem
to what behest dost now adorn
Max, or Not 
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