Silent Speech
a broken shard of charcoal
will it prove enough to make a man?
when you fold into submission
sighting inference of slight
exacting of your ego’s wrath
upon those thought to interfere
we are all born hypocrites
and so it is that we shall perish
rue the day this truth desists
and pride usurps devised discretion
trumpeter of shadowed triumph
sowing seeds of condemnation
woven with such ornate bombast
propped up by a hollow victim
ever to avail their own
bleeding hearts
are blind with succor
leaving truth to fates unknown
tragedies will find appointment
at the behest most emphatic
negligently inundating
standers-by with self-accord
unafforded
sordid with a dubious deliberation
sortie of self-indulgence
nevermind the sadist fallout
calling out in silent woes
left behind to mind the mayhem
bearing eyes of the observer
patient, with a prudent penchant
knowing time
reveals all
[image credit: Anna and Elena Balbusso]
Sharing Is Caring:
And It Was Hell
the dearth of this illusion
lay upon me
like a bed of nails
bleed into the earth below
as heaven turns the other cheek
seven days have made me weak
as stars conclude
“and it was hell”
sinning in the furnace
with a grimace
of god’s grace
forced into a servitude
that no madness
would call for
prefacing the death
that only leads to life anew
on the surface we are left
to toil by our devices
waging wars against the conscience
absent as the soul
[image: Sir Laurence Olivier]
Sharing Is Caring:
Four AM
sleep comes in segments
between the ethereal experience
and fits of ephemerality persisting
these cycles interspersed
amalgamate what i call living
i want to die
but i’m afraid
afraid of living
without you
Sharing Is Caring:
Comfort Zone
i don’t have a comfort zone
whatever it is
it sounds nice
like being euthanized
sounds nice
if i ever find myself
in such a zone
do me a favor
step out of yours
and euthanize me
[image: Edward J. Steichen]
Sharing Is Caring:
Omega Man Rap
at times when feeling ‘noir
it pains’ me deeply
and i wish to obscure
my ‘sexier pons’
my ‘cat id irony’
fails to suffice
for ‘rarely it’ ‘insists i belie’
my ‘equine data’
and the ‘bicep alias
it’ no longer works
when ‘stoic ideas’ become ‘ornate libel’
i turn ‘to repine sunsets’
airing as ‘funded glib’ ‘pelt art’
‘erred as’ a ‘cynic soul opus’
of ‘incredible sin’
however ‘spurious
trite’ i pray it not
for ‘i toil in gray’ skies
to ‘escort earth’ with ‘hemp at rose’
to deliver a ‘cad edited’ ‘cat encomium’
and ‘obtain focus’
so that i may ‘convert pities’
from ‘scour units’ and ‘Soviet barons’
because ‘grease enables’
‘tin men to impale’ the ‘rift outed’
by my ‘Scorpio intent’
*see comments for key
Sharing Is Caring:
Kinda Sounds Like Discourse~ [AKA Vice Rod]
what can i say
i want the D
never had i dared to dream
this day would come
with thoughts of the D
running through my mind
like a Benny Hill credits roll
you see
the D is a most powerful force
it springs life anew
and mitigates longstanding burdens
it cleaves entire entities in twain
and leaves chaos in its wake
but in that fluster
of blustery skies and structure askew
i shall rise triumphant
brandishing the proof of the D
for all to behold
she proved herself
prone to imprudence
and impetuous impulse
and so began my arduous journey
in search of the D
for i knew
that my very salvation
could only begin
with a solidified D in hand
wait wait wait!
~what did you think i meant?~
pervert.
[image credit: Nicolaes de Bruyn, Frederik de Wit]
Sharing Is Caring:
Solilo-que?
to give a fuck
or to not give a fuck?
who gives a fuck?
“let’s shuffle!”
[image: Sophia Loren and Omar Sharif]
Sharing Is Caring:
Wanton Predilection
men dare never fathom
of the consequences wrought
in the wake of their ego’s reckless abandon
perhaps it is they know
if such truth were ever sought
they might not feel free to spread their seed at random
for theirs is such a burden
placed upon all womankind
as its sole regard is one based on passing whims
where women take the time
to consider each perspective
a man relates all things back to himself
every woman suffers
at the hand of man’s neglect
though the issues omnipresence e’er obscures
and here we are complacent
thinking this to be the norm
that no credence e’er is paid to our adjures
a man’s flagrant hypocrisy
so garish does it blare
to the point that we no longer recognize it
as women are subjected
to the scrutiny and ire
and are thus condemned to sentences of silence
with all that has been done
every man should build a shrine
at which every night he should beg for forgiveness
but sadly, people scoff
thinking this a vulgar thought
and it seems our species somehow lost its conscience
if man could look beyond
the defenses he has built
in the name of guarding insecurity
to address the endless wrath
he has lain upon his path
and accept his own responsibility
then we might stand a chance
in a world so full of doubt
on this precipice of humankind’s extinction
but all that i have seen
the male ego is as such
’tis beholden to its wanton predilection
Sharing Is Caring:
Social MEdia
it is such a strange dynamic
these forums in which we gather
in a most persistent state
of idle incoherent blather
trapped behind these glowing screens
the hopes and dreams of every person
air as fleeting as a meme
subjected to flights of aversion
as it seems, the world awaits us
from the very place we sit
boundless escape from our sorrows
hanging at our fingertips
realms of plastic intimacy
ruled by unforgiving whims
wintry hearts that once burned holes
in skies that since have fallen dim
scarcely shedding light on truth
of how quickly we are forgotten
pittances of such regard
leave scars for which no time allots for
in the moment, fools are prone
to bleed expression most effusive
once it passes, who will fill the need
persisting in the ashes
~valiant~, are those who ride
upon a white horse singing freedom
“free” to run their dalliances
soon to show their heart’s deceiving
still, the truth is far more complex
for we all are hapless victims
seeking an escape from our extenuating circumstances
we present personas of our ideal’s interpretation
pandered then to strangers
in an undisclosed remote location
who we treat with no more respect
than we would a pop-up ad
for times we might need some support
when life has left us feeling bad
however, if they fail to answer
in a time we deem respectful
we become annoyed and then consider them to be neglectful
such brazen hypocrisy seems fitting for a generation
raised by television screens
and disenchanted baby-sitters
left without a precedent
of how to treat our fellow humans
honestly, what can we expect
but a state of social ruin
with so many channels of communication ever running
how we manage to engage them all
is truly something stunning
this, of course, is not the case
as countless people are left hanging
whilst we frantically relate
the tales of our spouse’s haranguing
maybe if we placed half as much effort
as we do complaining
into our immediate surroundings
life would be less draining
sadly, there is no foreseeable solution to this issue
therefore, i suggest you grab a box of chocolates
and some tissues
Max, or Not 
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