there are more thoughts
within this faint entropic masquerade
than will ever see the humility of expression
were that they could be fit for some metaphor
that might convey a sense of infinite eternity
alas, the landscape which bears the collective essence
of my earthly experience cycles in an orbit
as scant as the tip of this pen
I am but a mere fleck of fading ink
revolving around a feckless dash of happenstance
one that once saw fit to encompass
every fiber of my fleeting flesh
fortifying a form so feeble
with belief that life was far more
than just the sum of its paltry components
the feeling which fate is remissful to frivol
that which defines a purposeful flight
through this finite illusion
alluding to skies that touch freedom
where fear goes to rest
to say I had fallen would be folly
for such would imply that I was not
as flat to the ground when first I found footing
flooded with rains wrung from wrenched rumination
relinquishing all of my being
into hinterland arms of her wintry repose
This Dream
i awaken
to words of kindness
from friends
and strangers alike
but there is nothing
strange about this pain
that we share
this bridge
we have all built
through the sorrows
of our time
grants us more
than a fleeting respite
as we gain
the understanding
that none are alone
that every struggle
affects us all
that our face is seen
our voice is heard
our truths, known
it is only in togetherness
do we stand
to court the hand
that bears the gift
of the morrow’s ingress
know, my friends
there are no strangers
among us
let us walk bravely
into vales
of unknown consequence
for love
shall harbor no secret
when its light
has finally shone
to guide us home
so it is, was
and shall ever be
this dream
e’er haunts humanity
When Consciousness Comes Calling
there is a pang
when consciousness
comes calling
magnetic forces
disrupt the atmosphere
and dormant thoughts return
as torment ripples
throughout my being
with the ominous silence
of imminent shockwave
bearing the gravest
consequence of logic defied
tearing me
from the static sepsis
of my heart’s invasion
to answer its unbridled beckon
with blinded reckoning
as i shudder to behold
the untold tale
of my greatest failing
through portals of peridot
long dulled from life’s laments
sodden earth
from sullen stream
once culled from squalor
placed within the bezel
of my breast
and pulled me from this berth
by the undertow’s drag
jilted like sloughed slag
amid a mournful requiem
of shrill remorse
The Silence of Forever
my spirit longs
to be the stars
that fill your sky
my heart would shine
reflections
of its truth
to lift you
up into a realm
where solace
sings redemption
that once
you laid upon me
by the mercy
of your kiss
but even vigilance
has lost its vested path
these broken roads
no longer
reach epiphany
as apathy
alone
absconds
with wistful dew
i thought
would one day
compose a river
through the valley
whence our love
had rent the earth
that i might sail
those tempestuous waters
in search
of where the willows
wept your name
but all my efforts
toiling at the pulley
have only returned
buckets
of morass
wrested hands
from years
of untold callous
now leave me
to attend
this ghostly shore
where sorrow comes
to lay for death
in prostrate
with arms
of clay stretched thin
succumbed to dust
once sought
to sway the forces
of the cosmos
with hope
to never stray
from its embrace
as mountains
birthed of mirthless
apprehension
would vanish
into the silence
of forever
“hey you…”
“posturing is pointless
when you simply need a hug
to deny one’s own
humanity
is to deprive
that of others
the terrible fragility of every facet
of our existence
must always be considered
i know i could use a hug
and so could you
the truth of love is universal
why am i still talking?”
shuts up and hugs you
Monarch Sky
i thought
that you could see me
through the lens
which rend your heart
the foment
of foreboding heed
that sought
to play your part
with every waning
flaxen tide
thus waxing
unquashed tears
comprised
of unseen sorrows
as they fall
into arrears
this blood yields not
to yarrow
‘neath the fields
of monarch sky
the piercing
of your arrow’s wound
seals fast
our love’s demise
Petaled Trails
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
Love Most Valid
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
Promised Hours
why is it
that only upon leaving
do you voice
lament
fleeting amid
sentiments
and sudden
things to do
promised hours
perish
in a flash
of wistful
alley light
scarce
your words
remain
as token trials of hope
since lost
hanging in denial
are faded smiles
and fusty
mothballed coats
in the closet
strung like latent
trysts
listless
and long forgotten
Find a Way
do or don’t
it doesn’t matter
all the world’s will
yet won’t
try your best
or give up trying
don’t deny
that both are
moot
should you stay
or should you go
you shouldn’t
have to ask
to know
that
every woman
every man
and every fate
is ever damned
for love
will find a way
it’s true
to court
the death of me
and you



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