when everything
is gone
nothing matters
the only place
you still exist
is barely even tangible
but you don’t care
no one cares
not even death
and so it persists
Not Even Death
The Last Pain
fading in
and out of shadows
faces
of bizarre contortion
glaring
as a stranger’s
features
reach into
this bed of famine
trapped within
these walls
without you
terror-stricken
anxious
reeling
haunted
by fates unforeseen
fleeing
from my own escape
on paper
pouring tortured
thoughts
poring over
art
distraught
in attics
dimly lit
amid daunting stacks
bearing chronicles
so unfamiliar
taunting
with disparity
the stalking stares
cast cold as steel
the last pain
I am left to feel
is lost to numbness
pitted in this hole
that was my conscience
Sharing Is Caring:
Shores of Implore
plastic melts
like sugared air
and time conforms
to nothing
songs persist
through voices shared
with context
ever shifting
if only
you could walk beside me
on these planes
of swallowed hope
placid seas
would then return us
sadly
this will never be
Sharing Is Caring:
Stranded On the Precipice
death escaped
my hands
and left me
standing at the altar
the emptiness
received me
like a self-
inflicted wound
in a room
adorned with trinkets of trifle
faintly linking
my alter-ego
to this faux land
of vaulted heart
and vapid mind
where visions turn
away
afraid
to learn
of their inbound
inception
this blunderous aberration
has no station
nor foot
to find it steady
a cistern of depleted days
precedes each ghastly step
in protest
stranded
on the precipice
of a sempiternal impasse
surely they jest
upon questioning
assent to my depression
such pain belies
its own expression
and politesse yet stays
my tongue
Sharing Is Caring:
To LIVE
To LIVE
is to have
the TRUTH
of one’s individual
PERSONAL
experience
perpetually
INVALIDATED
by the WORLD
around you
with special
EMPHASIS
on those
who ARE poised
to KNOW
YOU best
Sharing Is Caring:
Favored Detachment
maudlin voices
masquerade
through the night
burning
the ends
of an erstwhile
affliction
fumbling
like infants
with fervent fixation
lamenting
days spent
in a garrulous haste
to dust
turns the water
from bottles
of air
as spirits deplete
without fear
of redemption
tears
of sweet agony
gather in basins
fermenting
‘neath faceless
tombs
rapt in depart
Sharing Is Caring:
As Sure As Flesh Weeps Crimson
i awoke
today.
sodden with the somber dew
felled by gross iniquity.
women, men
both elder and youth.
strangers, friends
both able-bodied and ailing.
human beings.
with goodness
of heart
and keenness
of mind.
their very freedom
infringed upon
in this “land of the free”.
for fear had stricken
fulgurant
and butterflies took to wing.
trepidation
wrested the weary.
their minds
folding inward
’til ingress gave way.
and here it is
we stand.
on the precipice
of definitive salvation.
if we are to evolve,
it is only
through love
that we should breach
the heavens.
as sure as flesh
weeps crimson,
no other fate
shall see us
through.
Sharing Is Caring:
Cloak of Fear
fear
conforms
like a secondary
skin
of vitreous flesh
enshrouding
huddled masses
in layers
of fragile
impenetrability
like a renegade
chrysalis
invading
with masochistic
avail
inviting
every failure
to impale
verity’s parables
with
pithy
regale
Sharing Is Caring:
Hollow Home
the distant
droning
of undulate
whirring
persisting
shifting
into hours
the lonesome
shrill
of a room
filled with faces
whose failure
to listen
eclipses quietus
quashed
beneath the anguish
of this bedlam
mind
what darkness
familiar
yet follows
unfurling
the fears
of forgotten
infernos
unduly writhing
beneath twilight
reflections
Sharing Is Caring:
Revolution
in spite
of mountains
of might
air
bears no impression
for years
we watched
lying rigid
in piqued
anticipation
every time we looked
away
the day had since fallen
even still
do we burn
holes in the ceiling
retraversing every misstep
Max, or Not 
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