this existence
has lost its appeal
— “i’m sorry, what was that?”
please excuse me for one moment…
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that’s right… it never had any to begin with!
∼carry on then∼
[image credit: Francisco Tamagno]
[image credit: Francisco Tamagno]
never were worlds so condensed
crushing sounds of chaos crashing
the eve of shattered shells
shackled in rippling clamor
torn beyond arm’s length
bracing memories of bartered being
the aching void of absent panacea
toiling for passage
the sting of earned lament
forthwith abandoned
to stations conflicted by minds unsound
long trodden in tumult’s refrain
what burdens we carry in these chains we so cherish
fighting the sins born of heaven
hammering down upon hapless casts of dissevering clay
complexions so fragile
never straying from the vaulted eden of sanity’s mind
ceaseless hordes
in planate procession
fools fraught with erstwhile fixation
betraying the worth of the words carved unyielding
through the infamy of torrid tempest
feigned in fluster
with haste, forgotten
but some flourish ephemeral
~querabus in acquiescence
nonpareil without parallel~
sweltering seamen scout the echoing seas
to plunder the gifts of god’s glory
treasures unknown
to inhabit our hearts
belying these stagnant disfigured illusions
should gentle grace ameliorate
and the rapids arrive at a quietus lull
-they say voices spout melodies stealing the wind-
and here,
this pen spreads jilted verse with piteous affectation
in shades of redundant avowal
this, the pilfer of poets and priests
only in the threads of ethereal thought, does truth reign
neither bound by scientific bane
nor beholden to idle slight of ideal
the essence of knowledge sublime
that we find the one
and the other in spirit
when realms of spent flesh beckon nigh
we shall yet persist – in tether and thyme
the warmth of unspoken goodwill
stirs the ocean’s heart humble
like the fiery swells of our wounded earth’s rain
a feeling which none are to have known
ere we wander into the borealis of the soul’s aura
wading into the florid confluence
to taper off in eased undulation
neath the umbral sway of a burgeoning berth
[image credit: Tallmadge Doyle]
our path has been chosen
by extrinsic forces
of dubious nature
on dangling carrots
posture and pith
from prostrate pathologies
intended to mend
fallow marrow maligned
strike hard
with thy naked appendage
impetuously
rend the high heavens
to tend thy text of crimson
cringing
in sidelong assumption
asserting to assuage the rage
riling others
a scythe
guarding blighted complexions
inflections of fiction
and lucid diffusion
confused by fuel pilfered
resourcing fates fiery
blazoning skies with effusion askew
by shadows eschewing
a charlatan’s love song
of sins inquisitioned
petitions since signed
all by silent submission
a wish begets naught
fraught with wisdom so dismal
appointed of self
sitting high
upon thrones of a thornless affliction
depicted tribunals of perilous impugn
and ruinous lexicons
hewn e’er anew
in lieu of a logic
no worth would lament for
to bellow the testaments
wrists sworn to masters
whose mustered perceptions predate precedent
predation of prideful impasse
nigh persistent
en masse and en vogue
as vague as eroded engravings
bestowed upon visages
vaunting of stark raving fools
who once gave up reason
sought e’er to appease
the internalized treason
with a tepid trepidation
to rectify constructs
through statues erected
their muse left neglected
bereft of the conquest
left factious
to sift through the sands
of said infidels fallen
reign of silt
failure-tainted
by tales, none can tell
if by audience quelled
spelled out involuntarily
vomit omitted
spit self-evinced victors
cresting lecterns ghost-flecked
by cleft-tongues cloaked most wicked
a sickness of man’s
heedless witness to warring
swarms breeding unbridled
imbrued with the bloodshed
a branding on blemished hands
time had forgotten
winced seconds
with soul rot
whence witlessly wrought
by savages sowing the brood
of their breast
by the roost of its beast
and dawn’s spawned beset by the wresting
with excess
and behest projected
of a faceless god’s
faith lost in fluster and fostered
through dreams none have seen
reach the gates of fruition
chagrin nestles parchment
from bouts sprayed with sanguine
mouths dripped
dropped agape
spewing greatness insisted
insipid as crackled paint
curling to a crumble
yet no lesser humble
addressing the sun
this purposeful refuse
usurped a prone species
whose pieces now pepper
the crusts of the cosmos
and corners of orifices
set to greed’s sating
beheading the state
of our sanctity stolen
and sanctioned existence
exiled to expire
and expel
[image credit: Sergius Hruby]
what an oddly profound mechanism memory is
to be able to hear
the exact sound of someone’s voice
from years ago just by imagining it
to be able to vividly picture
a scene from a bygone era
whilst simultaneously looking
at the reality of the present moment
to summon the irreplicable symphony of flavors
rendezvousing upon the tongue
from a cherished dish
whose creator is no more
to behold the sweet scent
that once had found your senses
rapt in an erstwhile lover’s embrace
to revisit the feeling
of fleeting ideals
whence they fooled you into falling
for what you thought would be forever
foundations are ever shifting
in the light of newfound context
tragedy reshapes the stories
locked within our mind
knowing that the day will come
when all that we might stand to muster
swiftly turns to dust swept away
by a lonesome gust of wind
and this, the only truth
that we might ever trust in
it is for this very reason
we must live
within each moment
to foster our experience
as though it were untold
to leave a bold impression
that we one day might recall again
when all is lost as we retreat
into death shrouds of our own making
fragile hearts
composed of fractured shards
of selenite
soon fall
from the silence
strewn long
throughout the night
some will dissipate
upon the kiss
of eclipsed atmosphere
while others infiltrate
the earth’s defenses
waiting to be found
is this power
within my pen
enough to stay
disappointment?
can these sunken eyes
sustain the curtain’s calling
dirt and all?
through these weary eyes
of stinging
i fail
to see the answer
no longer does water well
in the aqueduct
of quiescence
and gone
is any semblance
of the joy
that once we knew
having joined
the desperate masses
as envoys of muted morass
precious hours spent
relentlessly toiling
for elusive spoils
spanning the breadth
of a breathlessness
unbridled
’til our heads withered
wayward
down the trail
of idle absurdity
as frail
as the feathered waif
unhidden
on a leaf-barren poplar
sonically assailed
by a hail-tinged doppler shriek
with a tail that spanned the ages
all life
desires love
along myriad planes
of consciousness
to have been born
is to possess
the capacity to love
the intrinsic furnace
that burns within
every star
mirrors
that which exists
within each heart
allow not
the perception
of separation
to divide us
lest we spiral
into the solitude
of oblivion
will we ever see beyond the trees
into the forest of illusions
set before us by ourselves
or are we simply at a loss
to bear this burden?
certainly, such implication
complicates the inferences
alluding to this state of indignation
which perpetuates the presence
of my acute consternation
do the constellations hold the key
unlocking unknown doors
to worlds beyond the chaos of existence?
is this counsel, self-contained
a crux which cancels itself out
a crutch our conscience uses
to ensconce us?
every question seems to touch
the realm of truth secluded
which eludes even those perspicacious
erring on most prudent
dedicated students of the mind
have yet to find an explanation
which defines our cosmic purpose
exponentially, our ponderance compounds
without exception
thereby instilling an exigence
unduly excess
we have set the boundaries
far beyond our wildest expectations
to the point of courting disappointment
with our inclination to usurp
our self-appointed power surreptitiously
supposing precedents unseen
which seem to propagate our dreams
so many silently believe
bereaving us of freedoms
rife with possibility
which would inspire community
instead of spurning hope for peace
sapience and salience
presumed part of our “sentience”
are scarcely exercised
or altogether compromised
despite the catastrophic impact
of our calculated actions
we continue on this fervid course
of forced dissociation
refusing to disseminate
the knowledge which facilitates
a self-sufficiency
that would, in turn, sustain society
without burning the bridges
to the people in positions
of imposed disparity based on factors
beyond their person
the irony is so profane
exceeding that which is insane
in fact, it’s that which only fools
would dare to claim not criminal
the truth of this reality
that humankind just cannot see
is every human stands to gain
when selfish hands release the reins
that led us all into substain
instead, with what we’ve stood to learn
so easily could we discern
that only through consideration
of each other, and each station
intrinsic within our being
can we truly attain freedom
kindness is not just a word
nor is it a notion absurd
it IS what all of us deserve
without it
there is only hurt
ceaselessly
caught between
two worlds of wonder
one of which
i revel
in a beauty
yet untold
watching it unfold
in muted ponder
another
so disheveled
that i shudder
to behold
ruthlessly
comprised
of pealing thunder
underneath
the undulation
lies a plundered soul
pandering
the plight
of its condition
haunted
by the light
ever lingering
on yonder
longing
for an answer
to it all
sitting
watching
waiting
get me
the fuck
out of here
how many hours
must i spend
until this hell
is over
and even then
it might not
truly end
for all i know
wishes are the whims of wastrels
waiting for the world to turn
upon the drop of faceless dimes
amid a burning empire spurned
timid tales shall move no mountains
mend thy heart by will of mind
ardent kindness fells the wicked
ailing veils of thin disguise
seize the reins of thine oppressor
tyranny reigns not by virtue
if we are to acquiesce to tenets of naught
so becomes truth
heed the words of honored adage
in this era of remorse
lest their greed abscond thy haven
wresting faith through fearful discourse
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