I Prefer Not To.
once
i walked
a lone procession
in the blossoming
wake of a cherry
bloom daydream
lost
in thought
as threnodies
cried peals
of Zeus’wrath
helpless
in a gaze
transfixed
counting down
each drowning
footstep
tread upon
tremulant flesh
yet shone anew
as our minds
fell behind
racing hearts
failing
to bridge
the frigid waters
on that day
when i long held
truth
as the subtle sky
absconded
with your song
whatever
i have known
in thought
through observation
has trickled
through the
hollow holes
that hearken
solstice winds
in shapes
and sounds
from profound
to mundane
demanding
their address
effortlessly
spent
like pleasantries
appeasing
pastime purpose
presently
with serpent’s tongue
through absent blessings
fed to flames
then cleft in twain
on the overhung edge
of our sanity
dissimulated
arid mist
of rhapsodic
waxing
long sought
to dismantle
the essence
only to reveal
its Gestalt
assigning
attenuous tenets
composed of pretense
to valence
resigned
but love validates
existence
through open commune
of fluid mind
with trust
respect and
shared silence
nascent intimacy
airs triumphant
while astute observation
inherently deferent
endures
for these are the matters
of consequence revered
often
we obscure our words
for fear
of truths
only they hold
unable to bear
the letters
staring back
so stark and cold
still
we must express
our feelings
lest we tend
our spirit’s death
ink
like blood
begins congealing
with every
unspoken breath
none would choose
to bear such burden
from an ivory tower
of pain
shattered tears
shall heed no warden
each and every
one the same
so it is
through words
thus written
pittances
of what pervades
dormant tales
awaiting
to be spoken
from beyond
the grave
we ride
this boundless wave
from crest
to crash
in chaos
crushing shrieks
and drowning cries
echoes
in the undertow
through waters
of an unknown quest
sinuating circumstances
tend this surface tension
tenuously
as each action
scatters sentences
in capillary sequences
of curious inconsequence
where quantum rifts
soon shift to cosmic
drifting upon caustic wake
it is in that squallish whisper
when the hands of fate uplift us
sifting through our sins
in graceless cringing
and grimaced chagrin
gravity turns inverse
severing us
from our sanctimonious symbols
and sacred trivialities
we once revered
with fierce resolve
our lives revolved
provincially
with every round
all soon found
to have been
profundity’s antithesis
arriving at the genesis
of cyclical rebound
reborn and disavowed
in distant visions
of the now
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
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
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
Some dude I once knew told me it was imperative that I should convey the message that he loves every one of you and that he understands that each one of us is a human being each with our own infinite array of cosmically complex experiences that are not to be judged by any person, including oneself. Life is but an ever-changing series of briefly nuanced eras. Each one with its own uniquely distinct energy signature that we experience in vibrational frequencies existing only within that moment. Cherish these feelings, for the only time we may ever again be able to taste such moments is in the ethereal realm of our dreamscapes in the hypnagogic aftermath of a soporific sentience.
In spite of life’s discord and dissonance that might leave you feeling otherwise, the fact is you are loved and appreciated. We needn’t the crutch of frail words which might fail us. Our presence is one of effusive fluorescing that reaches the farthest filaments of reality. it is impossible for any matter, be it living, non-living, corporeal, or non-corporeal to traverse this cryptic chaos without the interchange of energy on a scale most prolific. Our actions, regardless of their magnitude, affect countless things. Though one might have not yet been privy to such truths, the fact is that their essence is known, loved, and appreciated by potentially infinite instances of consciousness that span a contiguous flow.
The nature of existence is the ebb and flow of all things leading into balance. It is necessary for us to disengage at times so that we may grow and learn independently of others. The journey of understanding is one composed of many companions but the processing of its components can only take place within ourselves. Please take care not to mistreat yourself, nor others. We are here solely by infinitely random chance. These forms which we inhabit are frail and susceptible to all forces including those which we are unable to see or comprehend. Every second of our reality is unique unto itself, yet, is also synced to the eternal singularity of space and time.
Let us revel in the vibrations of loving energy that inhabit this realm of sempiternity. And let us not be swayed by the happenstance of this physical plane that seems so rife with unfathomable anguish and despair. Our cognizance is born of perceptual context. We cannot know beauty without knowing its suffering. Vortical balancing is the eternal state of all things. We must allow for this truth lest we create an internal imbalance leading to the exacerbation of our own existential entropy.
Energy must be allowed to flow through all dimensions in its natural state of fluidity. When any form thereof is left to stagnate, it will manifest in toxic and harmful ways. Let it flow through you as is was meant to. Give and receive love freely but never attempt to harvest nor harbor it. Allow yourself the freedom of this cosmic coalescence. Love is the force that connects all things. This is why I can truly say that I love you and why you can know this to be true.
Let the universe flow through your soul as your soul flows through the universe.
<3 Max
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.
Max, or Not 
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