Letting Be

Let not the pain in which we suffer
Afflict those carrying our hearts

Release allures veiling elusive
For each must tend their burdened load

Let the ancient souls subsist us
With forces none dare comprehend

Let no man stand to quash thy purpose
Stay the path shone brightly with truth

For only minds of open ingress
Sow the seeds of fortune’s reap

Filling fields we’d let fall fallow
With abundant wonders strewed

Train thy sights of weather eye
Upon these friendships, forge thy freedom

Under skies of vibrant valor
Let us rise to heights unknown

To walk in every path whence trod
Perchance, to understand our own

Obfuscation

hopelessly conforming to our cognitive contrivances
in clandestine displays displacing confluence of ideas
imbued upon incumbents of internalized inferences
incessantly impugning the perceptions deemed as real
in paltry portions pacifying, passively portrayed
for purposes supposing sempiternity simplistic
as space which occupies the oppositional array
presumed as dispositions predisposed to false depictions
encrypted by the cruxes of dysfunctions which pervade
with predilection fixed on flights of bold dissociation
disparities defining our delusions and dismay
that separate our fates from our accountability
to fortify the mechanisms meant to mend the breaching
where pieces preaching solipsism seep into our mind
from failing to reach out into extrinsic realms surrounding
if found would then invoke such visions previously veiled
availing of an evolution poised with lucid aplomb
permitting us to own the implications of our wrath
imparted to our conscience, conscientiousness most sound
that we might better understand all aspects of existence
with balance from auspicious valence, hope might then compound

Poem for You

felidae entwine my spirit
framed in frozen timeworn heights
such fate falls but once and only
molecules meet tongue in haste

curse this mind of echoed refuse
not allowing facile form
feelings of effusive freedom
bear no call to fault obscured

solace finds me in our silence
lost dimensions shift in shadows
lifting upward with release
let us now slip into slumber

crucial is the word we ravish
flushed, our lips defy known rapture
press your precious pith devoutly
pallid flesh smites potent implore

oh my noble lexic seraph
so do i adore thy mooring
tears of urgent surging wells
arrive us on the tide’s reprieve

needn’t are we to besiege
each of our own affliction’s ire
for we are as we ever shall be
bonding infinite depiction

The Relevance of Circumstance

every word we voice or stay bears power infinite
obsessive, nuanced, veiled displays composed of artifice
presuming the right to quantify experience not known
imposing our opinion from a self-appointed throne

but every person’s truth is as intrinsic to their being
as is the inability to know what things they see
the only safe thing to assume accepts things left unknown
the circumstances relevant to that which might be shown

for once we take the time to understand each other’s plight
we start to see through empathy as things soon come to light
it isn’t necessary to condone actions not sound
instead, we must apprise ourselves of circumstances found

for then we can prevent futures perpetuating fates
by taking every measure to preempt what lies in wait
with assiduity, it is imperative we mind
in situations disinclined to ethically align

with our experience, cast ye not any man aside
lest we freely foster fates exacted by design
with great implore i urge thee not forsake things which repel
the very senses needed should we ever hope to quell

the bane afflicting humankind, as one society
to take the time to find the signs revealed by history
we must stay vigilant to heed of what we doth consist
for any conscious mind with heart not born of narcissus

considers every truth and seeks out knowledge lesser known
by poring through the pages, gauge things covers can’t alone
impress in breadth imparting challenges one has since met
are only by the grace of random cosmic occurrence

and through this understanding the perspective ye doth hold
should now include a reverence for deference since bestowed
with thanks be given to thy lucky stars thou should exist
to rise above thine ashes with the rationale to persist

Felled Fast On Her Shoulder

adrift in each moment
her tempestuous waters writhing
beneath skies which she granted her garden of hues
in fading horizons
define earth from heaven
concealed amid coppice
hedge sodden shores strewn
spring forth strands of stardust
felled fast on her shoulder
as desert winds balmy lift spiralling plumes
on journeys unspoken
unknown to mere men
in glacial abandon on axis exiled
and tropical canopies bursting with breath
encompassing spectrums
infinity’s view
she trembles in trenches
untouched by the sun
to shift the foundation
with fury fomenting
ascending to heights
said to humble the beholden
unfurling as scrolls inscribed with tales tragic

Surface Tension

In transient thoughts of our truths sent to exile

Urgent as molten earth, looms at dawn’s hour

Sediments layered in shades of complexity

Granules composed of her prismed epistles

Dissembled semblances seep through the surface

In whispered epiphanies sown of the hearth

Beckon this consciousness in blaring eclipse

So futile are all motions clamoring banishment

Symphonies reign as crescendos cry skyward

Her name doth ascend where height fears no silence

So lucid the path has lain forthright and linear

Transpicuous impetus lifts sunken tread

Should words not express bemused skies revolve timeless

Such sorrowful drops would cut vales through the brow

When sudden a shattering wretched shriek stricken

Streams forth a faint filament brimming abound

And ardent illusions felled softly in flicker

Now shepherd this shackled breast cleft in clement

She Breathes Freedom

the faintest of whispers has beckoned
as rifts tear the moon’s lake ashore
in shifting shades of amaranthine
adrift as ambivalence alters salt of earth
she sits beside tides of diremption
surrendered to none, bride of shrewd
intrinsic to all things surrounding
what kings relinquish, wish fortuitous birth
when walls built to crumble creation
fall silt in penumbral nuance
her sendal strands flicker abeyance
portraying what laymen e’er grasping could not
and days press like parchment to florae
indelible eras bygone
in swells of a weltering fallout
dispelling adduction, such freedom knew aught

Words Would Impede

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