Category: Lament

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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

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Amid the Ruin

Spoken thoughts of sullen silt
Ramble down the wayward trail
Guided by an unseen force
To an ending time prevails
Every tale of glistened hinting
Leaping forth our truth afire
Wasted flesh as wilted flowers
Dangle from our stemmed repute
Parting ways as days conclude
In brooding now bereft of boon
Gone are all the songs of now
Lost amid the toilsome tune
Beauteous as once I knew
Blanketed in blissful skies
Bride of comfort draped in clouds
Wielding words that whispered wise
The hour has since come and gone
Left behind, these hearts now truant
Rumination, restlessness
And rhyme remain amid the ruin
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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

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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

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Waxing Erstwhile

wandering wearily
through warped wood
a wintry wasteland whitened
watching with weather eye
the wonder of the wild
where weeping willows waver
in twin whorled waters

wistfully wrung writings
weaved on weary walls
wrought with writhing woes
so wont to ride the wind
in wishful wafts of whimsy

as weakened worth
bestows waning warrant
we wallow in our willful ways
waxing erstwhile

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Idealist Interface

every word
reflecting inward
withers
as these waters wane
muted thoughts
have wrought this ward

diffusing
ardent utterance true

festering in chambers
dormant
chained by anguish
bound in brood

prodding pretense
peals abandon

sans preceding
pages hewn

strewn throughout
in pigments pallid

plaints invalid

savage rue

 

 

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When Hours Watched My Hands Do Nothing

Wandering through a wastrel’s wasteland
Waist deep in my own submission
Balsam wafting soft and balmy
Etched comforts in hues familiar
Flailing aimlessly, distorting the output

Sorted seasons claim the sands
When hours watched my hands do nothing
No rush to catch the fallout
No push appealing parable
Crushing complacency

Whispers speak of lost dimensions
Mentions of mistaken meaning
Sent to distant dusty darkness
Now forsaken from the list
Kissed with known fate fulfilled

In the dance that framed the fire
Swaying ever free from doubt
Routing race of natural movement
Sand to joint on moment’s cue
Pointing to the smallest hand stroke

Squandered in a squalid square

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Dormant Sea

bound by none
a captive of my own dormant sea
coercing contrivance

culled of indolence
each letter bearing down
with the weight of immutability

muniting this effigy’s mired affectations
where i hover in harrowed paresis
with hastening mind
and spent filings spurned

i lean hard upon whetstone
perpetual vacillation
dulling to impasse

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Wastrel’s Words

what are words but sound decaying
how absurd, how profound, what are we saying
taken out of context, texting and perfecting
neglecting the reflection that glares from the surface
echoes etch away
sonically eroding the deepened valley
ricocheted dialogues
chip away our chipper ways
ardently absorbing infinite arrangements
yet flippantly forgoing featured subtext
utterance unfolding, unsurpassable
through the window of our mind
plausibly presuming, grooming narratives inside
to hide the looming paradox to which we’re all confined
adjectives synonymous to every known truth await
to be conveyed and captured
kept inside or pushed away
knowing these narratives which speak our only voice
detailing every moment
logging long, the loss of day
the thoughts that ground our consciousness
subconsciously displayed
will grant us not the notion, nor the knowing what to say
connected disconnection in impressions that we make
subjectively surround the severed sounds that fall prostrate
the function of our wallowing
the cognitive cascade of chemical biology
systemic in its ways
like frozen fractals falling soon to melt and dissipate
to sate the seeds we sow and grow
the garden of our fate

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Folding Inward Blackened Wreath

Desiccation upon glass heart

Hastily sprawling splinters

Streaking sullen surface

Spoils unearthed to whet the weary

Wilting as waters wage war

Washing the rue of the ravaged

Succumbing, this savage breast recoils

Deep into the soil of surrender

Layered, tenderly to mend

Slitting sights on set horizons

Errands nestle in nocturne’s numbing

Known fool to lair retreats

Viewed through shades of discontent

Comes unrelenting lack of reticence

Ambivalence wracks the senses

Folding inward blackened wreath

Reaching long to breach the onset

Blade unsheathed to greet its hour

Heaven’s heights elude embedding

Subdued by sights shed

Red with bloodlet blighting

Brought to light, beset to dimmer

Sink or swim on wavering whims

Begin anew the steadied sting

Barren as the blinded eye

of mind that would foresee such stars

Marred by ceremonious compliance

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