I Prefer Not To.
i awaken
into dream
the essence so precise
a place
i know so well
it seems
this feeling
permeates every aspect
of my being
where i can
never again
expect
to be
time has turned
forbidden
spurned
forlorn
for the life
of me
i cannot
discern disparity
alas
my conscious mind
soon finds
the glass rift
as what was once
life shifts
the past
sight amiss
all is ripped
from this fervid grasp
in that fleeting
final frame
of perfect
freedom
forsaken
i framed
our illusion
with fleeting peals
of idealized
allusion
a restless zeal
lavishly adorning
lucid visions
elusive
so obscenely ornate
even
the great daydreamers
shuddered
hushed
beneath clouds
of shamble
wept shadows
shed
without shame
mister scutty.
buns.
mine eyes take to sea
draped in black damask
ask, upon what merit
to what do i owe
thy fine mask of sinew
in shadowed remorse
i lay vexed
exquisite.
a freedom formed
born of toilsome task
such winsome,
this ass
grasping in folly
i falter, forlorn
this finest of fannies
far more than fixed eye
could e’er hold candle to
sand doth sift
and so shifts time
o buns of golden mote
i dote on this fire
to hold what is naught
but a phantom fandango
so taut with transgressions
in visions foretold
foreboding alabaster sheath
aglow
no, asunder
plundering depths
taste tears of sallowed vitae
were strength as a flower
this truth, seed and all
should fall as the hour
when tower doth beckon
thy buns!
thy buns!
o scutty!
skyward flesh effused
obfuscated realms of sordid sanctity
below is a shifting
uplift yea!
uplifting
muted trepidation
threat or compliance
lo, golden buns of stardust waver
o scutty!
buns that scintillate liquescent
‘neath the moonlight’s tremble
in cries of haute
wielding scepter
in layman’s days
sorrow yet reigns
in remnants
of our love’s refrain
disseminating
through these veins
like silken web
to dying flame
a sallow face
of shallow waste
e’er haunts the gallows
hollow space
as wraiths in fallow fields
yet reap the harvest
of a heart’s disgrace
none can replace
the solace lost
absconded by
the albatross
e’er perched atop
the arch of Eden
bound by freedom’s
final cost
where pandered woe
bleeds disarray
sleeves brandishing
a heart of clay
turned languid
from the anguish
of exsanguination
on display
imprisoned
in irons
of ivory’s irony
inconsolable
impenetrable
in spite of ourselves
a splintered perfection
o, splendorous winter
let us seep into the silent spring
to sing assuagence
and sate the urgent seas
with tempest
pray this memory
tell no lies
in light
of truth
since shone
to strip me
of my last reprieve
pray not
these newly fallen whispers
speak ill
of our erstwhile tales
should they unravel
all my world
would vanish
into despair
for every sinuous
sorrow felled
arose
a sanctuary
that once
we shared
to dare
such dreams expire
but time
forever
radiates
in solemnity
and thus i am fraught
with this aching moor
of that which
i can never
come to mourn
in the middle of the night
on a frozen platitude
it was simple and sublime
just a thinkin’ ’bout you
there is beauty in all things
for it exists within our words.
one mustn’t hazard any
further contemplation.
the time to speak is now.
resonate sonorously
with prosody profound.
each soul must
sing its song.
imbue your voice
upon the world
’til your heart
rings the truth of love.
with harmonic resolve.
love looms
amid the earthen shrine
in contrast with truth
pressing onto parchment
muted musings left lingering
for glancing eyes
that gaze in contempt
aghast at the ongoing display
of decadent debauchery
never have they known
such indiscretion
yet none can speak
for what is known
the radiance
disarming
its cadence grows stronger
echoing into the abyss of anguish
from one
to other
bearing no consequence
of relevant toll
rolling like a snow-bound stone
enjoyed by the sun
all of these ancestral affectations
airs of artifice
agonizing over every breath
spilled out onto the landscape
like leaves leading to disarray
in lost portrayal
sweet strands of vermilion
lick like flames
framing such fragile alabaster allure
alone and aloft
soft tones of humility
exuding from hearth
set upon this heart
rekindled by kindred coalescence
windswept into one regret
and set to the serenity
of solitude’s song
These thoughts of you
Invade my every waking sense
Weakening with bated breath
Wreaking chaos
In roseate efflorescence
I walk the edges of eternity
Faltering at every step
through faults of amphicheiral aching
Where fragments form our firmament
To compose in erstwhile prose
And wistful reclamation
Transposing woes
Into frozen waves of piercing
Shattering on stuttered shores
Of dormant adoration
Awakening the ardor
Of dreams lost to translation
Where stardust softly tends
The silence of surrender
Max, or Not 
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