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

 

Blissed Apparition 

drowning in broad strokes
of her brush so brash
I stood at the forefront
in backdrops of ash

with each newfound pass
pigments pressing conspired
composing the ocean
of mirth turned to mire

encircled in lunar sands
reticent scorn
obscured by the obelisk
spiraling forth

obstinate breast
of abrasiveness bellows
abundance of hues strewn
adorning her pillow

blissed apparition
of petals impearled
presaging solitude
of two stagnant worlds

O Muse Sublime

o muse of trembling ardor
perched upon what precipice
wax adoring or abhorring
beauteous capricious wisp
beckon thoughts to naught surrender
fleeting free fall fraught with flame
solace in reckless abandon
consequence of hazard aim
intervals hail flippant airs
qualms aloof and proof left scorned
paradox of quine requiem
to what behest dost now adorn

Emptied Unto Arms of Clay

verity as thought forsaken
lingers long in clouds of lead
twisting spires of wrought contortion
sown distortion courting dread

shedding hours spread like reddened
ire devours descending rope
mooring of our own portending
fastened to facades of hope

torn asylum trickles onward
all the equid etched terrain
hobbled oath inflecting inward
emptied unto arms of clay

adulating spurs complacent
erubescent indigence
abrogating fate’s insistence
airing anthropomorphic

affectation errs evincing
mocking amorous proclaim
sacred bond absconds as mincing
silencing the heart’s refrain

Fiery Heaps of Discontent

our natural state is co-existence
arriving, all in perfect form
from that day, we learn to distance
taught by self-appointed norm
time-honored dishonoring
through indoctrination learned
tethered by these ancient moorings
solitude of bridges burned
manmade isles of ire and loathing
fiery heaps of discontent
slowly yielding, never knowing
boundless love for which we’re meant
subtle cues, environment
as mechanisms meant for coping
affected on our countenance
now give rise to interloping
with external arbitrary
attributes to draw the distance
truth remains a cautionary
tale that suffers sung in silence

Whimsical Flow

My name is Max-a-mil
I swim amid the swill
From rhymes I left behind
In times not powered by the pills

I live in such lament
So endless in descent
And when it comes to languishing
I set the precedent

My days are like a blur
My cats will all concur
That it is not from pleasure
But from pain for which I purr

Awaiting my demise
Through these tear-sodden eyes
With lies I must believe
To breathe and compartmentalize

Y’all can feel my pain
For y’all must feel the same
On one thing we can all agree
Nothing will ever change