when i turn to see your face
in imprints left behind
foreign shapes of shallow depth
sow shifting rifts through time
false impressions follow paths
alluding truths unknown
straying from our trail of tears
to find me here, alone
as stone erodes ‘neath gushing stream
all that stood to endure
would crumble fast to fill the cracks
of figments now obscured
languishing in hope abandoned
lost in reverie
vanquished, all but one memento
burning on my sleeve
If Only…
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:
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:
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:
The Silence of a Moment’s Touch
sun kissed flecks in ochre hue
trickling trails of wistful trod
pouring out as florid scents sail
yawning canopy doused clover
flailing gales of ghostly whispers
mantle muting raveled mind
fan the flames of dwindled kindling
webs spun framing frivolities
the silence of a moment’s touch
would ground torrential skies eternal
weeping brume imbruing marrow
warping whence was hale anew
hollow hands churn notions restless
spilling forth the levees breach
tormenting transposed to parchment
wrapped like sheaves round bounded roots
Sharing Is Caring:
Emptied Unto Arms of Clay
verity as thought forsaken
lingers long in clouds of lead
twisting spires of wrought contortion
sown distortion courting dread
shedding hours spread like reddened
ire devours descending rope
mooring of our own portending
fastened to facades of hope
torn asylum trickles onward
all the equid etched terrain
hobbled oath inflecting inward
emptied unto arms of clay
adulating spurs complacent
erubescent indigence
abrogating fate’s insistence
airing anthropomorphic
affectation errs evincing
mocking amorous proclaim
sacred bond absconds as mincing
silencing the heart’s refrain
Sharing Is Caring:
Fiery Heaps of Discontent
our natural state is co-existence
arriving, all in perfect form
from that day, we learn to distance
taught by self-appointed norm
time-honored dishonoring
through indoctrination learned
tethered by these ancient moorings
solitude of bridges burned
manmade isles of ire and loathing
fiery heaps of discontent
slowly yielding, never knowing
boundless love for which we’re meant
subtle cues, environment
as mechanisms meant for coping
affected on our countenance
now give rise to interloping
with external arbitrary
attributes to draw the distance
truth remains a cautionary
tale that suffers sung in silence
Sharing Is Caring:
Unmoored from Heaven’s Breath
onward looking nature’s sprawl
welcomes ingress
flawed acceptance
thoughts eternal
unmoored from heaven’s breath
unravel forces unseen
casting urgent
a moment’s ire
unto deafening depths
of untold familiarity
Sharing Is Caring:
Defying Silence
fuck the ceiling, looming like tomorrow’s marquee
gaudy flashes from which i must turn
for within lies the ever-present artifice
skulking in dungeons of impulsion
fuck the floor, a cold mirage of hope
rife with arbitrary voids
no measured step bears relevance
pits of quicksand amid houred glass
fuck the door, weak and hingeless
prison cell of self-appointing or shielding from the shrill
one false waft of breath not bated
crumbling point of worlds divided
fuck the words, defying silence
skies of doubting look upon us
laughing in these measured steps
jarring with observant hues
Max, or Not 
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