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

Every Thought Denied Existence

Every thought denied existence
Lingers long in realms of rue
Just as truths untold persist
Subconsciously in shades imbued

To our known ideal of self
We struggle in estranged subdue
What is shown through what is held
Is often not revealed eschewed

On this fickle precipice
Lie all expressions fraught with fear
Hanging on the impetus
Of what impressions wrest our peers

If our minds are left to excess
Overburdened, undermined
Ever will impending duress
Govern what things we may find

Still, with stubborn heads relentless
Silencing the heart’s desire
Suffer as these false intentions
Surface surfeit of our ire

Judge

those who judge have not yet walked
in footsteps whence life lived was wrought
that sunken soil shall level all
left standing in the place we fall
cast not a stone, with guilt bar none
for naught is known, alone as one
to take such solace in the wrath
imagined of another’s path
will yield a world of false ideals
fantasy told as though real
though dubious, remain devout
and grant the benefit of doubt
we must heed what the mirror reveals
reflections of our hearts concealed
should we forsake this one known truth
then humans are as humans do

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

Feigning

The analysis of unseen eyes persists in silent echoes
My words as water washed in oil
Set to flame in umbral skies

Prism of portending precedent
Prattling prose of impropriety

A Siren Emblazoned of Sin

drenched in onyx ocean’s armor

army of solitude sheathe

content with nothing less than ardor

that writhes like tempestuous seas

her words sting inflection most dual

where notions of knowing concede

subverting convention though cruel

auspiciously sowing her seed

immutable thoughts put upon her

dry as mercurian mead

visage besotted with somber

neath crimson devonian sweep

as remnants are rent upon her wake

embellishing tempest allures

the advent of all one would forsake

to relish in context so pure

but nary a tale ere hath regaled

in squalid halls of ill repute

for fear of the wrath which she impales

once bold turned to stolid refute

should eyes sympathize her meander

with haste caution cast upon wind

a wicked demise thou wouldst pander

a siren emblazoned of sin

Wistful Expire

wayward sprawl swallow
now this fetid coil
dull and diminished
as wrought steel in toil
sinuous loom of ethereal tense
pen courting
indelible consequence
speckled array born
of absent remains
silence embracing
the advent of change
entropy tranquil
soft somatic seel
allaying dismay
bled of wray unto wheel
opium skies
shadow tinged stringent eyes
compartmentalized
fades the subconscious mind
welled wisps soon felled
as dost life quell desire
where worlds listless
persist in wistful expire

Truth Idealized

aromatic petals waft into the mind’s display

sowing memories of life unto the heart’s array

hands that never idle draw upon this weary face

siphoning the spirit, carapace soon turns to waste

thoughts endearing, dwindle like a spindle spiralling on

fraught with fears like kindling tends the tender fire till dawn

helpless to observe the truths impressed upon our flesh

soft and supple, weak and wary, worn under duress

standing on the pillaged past to peer into our fate

captured in reflections to which we cannot relate

poised upon the precipice of poignancy implied

haunted by the visions of our truth idealized

 

Temporality 

Time is not moulded clay
Meant to cradle impermanence
It moves with freedom
Minds cannot discern
We tread upon its trails, intrepid
Trivialities of atrophying form
Availed of all that falls before us
Envisioned of our own volition
Bound by realm of rusted blood
Etched in scrawling strewn askew
Washed away as whitened waves
Scorching scant displays of squalor
Songs of stringed structure lull
Swallowed by such forces fervent
Fraught with thoughts of relevance
And promised flights of light anew