in resilience these remnants remain
the furthest reaches of reality’s semblance
shattered and splintered
coherent and complete
amassing the breadth of the beyond
composed of truths intrinsically incomprehensible
subconsciously apprised of existential paradox
dispersing to absorb all aspects of astral inflection
mystical mosaics in resonant timbres
temporal tapestries of tapering ardor
byzantine dreams breathe fervid
flashes of sempiternity
our hearts, in rapture reside
in every tense and context
an eternal truth
as sure as the azure moon that binds us
Your Era So Golden
drawn out days of titian settling
the era’s closure drawing near
awkward affections shared passing
would soon become passion entwined
distant horizons of arid liquescence
ever eluding the focus we sought
erred, the inherent aplomb, never fathoming
fears since forsaken in faith fueled fires
torrential tirade, your era so golden
impressed in the brood of its wake
heartache bore into lavender walls
awaiting the moment with you in my arms
where were your words so wont to wax in wallow
how hollow the home of the world I had known
the dance of days that deceived us
the tumulted spires of spectacle
that stood to make valid the toil
our turmoil in vain
wading in waning , awash of the waters
where once we found cleansing
the wraith of your suffering
resigned us to this disavowed closure
this fragmented filament could forge in fine temperance
but vanity’s deference reigns
trudging through deconstructed dreams
razed of the memories maimed
unceremoniously unraveled
with unrelenting
Sharing Is Caring:
To Etch Unto Mirrors of Flesh
vibrations, energy
pulsating vermilion reveling in the void
indolent husks wrapping wired frame
housing the boundless hearth called home
yet we search for our worth
in silence obscured
voices unheard
notions absurd
feigning the faintest of feeling
to etch unto mirrors of flesh
at best, an elusive illusion
at worst, the tragedy of truth
the poles of perception persist
infinite shades of finite reality
clamoring to claim validation
in sovereign states of solitude
ensnared in silken shrouds
sewn of our own accord
the hands that bring forth our intention
have sown our reflection’s ire
it is here we conspire
Sharing Is Caring:
Thy Heart Impels
sable tresses sway untamed
free from shackles arbitrary
bound by naught
of blight nor burdened
truth voiced
with no known disclaim
that such serene sincerity
should stand amid a sea of prosy
bearing depths, defined aberrance
inherently as tempered twilight
my windowed pain refrains
through gentle truth
thy heart impels
reprieve from pressing peril
Sharing Is Caring:
Fleeing From My Added Mouth
as stupid as i felt
when my shoe went flying
tailspin trampled
smashed bits in blinding dawn sun
of roaring wheeled metal
as dumb as when my frayed folders
ink blot scarred o-pee-chee
bled ruled paper
as i tasted knuckled grit
as foolish as the pointless plot
to crush that empty crate
jump, smash, crash gave way
to flustered face bursting blood
fleeing from my added mouth
it all looks like the work of genius
youth compiled on earthen crust
looking now from eyes that shed
shorn years lived
whence i held you
Sharing Is Caring:
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
Sharing Is Caring:
Dashing Dots Upon Infinity’s Infamy
here are we so precarious of perch
lurching forth with netted nonchalance
the implication of the hourglass holding steadfast
flashing to and fro in temporal turmoil
each instance a siphon upon our soul
folding our feelings of fallen conceptions
into sediment we so soon forget
the decadence of our ignorance
arrives with haste to come calling
some things it seems are not aligned
with this portion of permanence set into stone
stolen by a stubborn notion
so potent, relentless in persistence and plausibility
soon shall these sands slowly swallow
my countenance, eroding the shoal
surfacing in ashen artifacts of astral assimilation
dashing dots upon infinity’s infamy
disbanded formations of static stratae
strewn about to conformity’s constructs
commencing descent into vortical conclusion
Sharing Is Caring:
In Daydreams Serene
in soporific sentience settling
i sit, soaking up the stoical stillness
tis the paragon of peaceful ponderance
where tranquility trumps trepidation
as velvet pistils on parchment availed
of subdued splendored prose of ambrosia
gone are the ghosts of vespertine void
as visions spurred by dawn’s embrace assuage
the looming days of yore up yonder
have vanished amid the sun kissed blare
but dare not stare into the bladed onset
in present context, let us resonate in harmony
awash in one another’s solace
in daydreams serene
Sharing Is Caring:
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
Sharing Is Caring:
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
Max, or Not 
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