When the Hour Fell Bleak

when the hour fell bleak
a rippling spied
the outlier

appearing
in ragged reproach

an artifact without
precedence
that spoke of adoration
dire

ere a doting hope
sang
its parting prelude

from where i now sit

in a cold eclipse
of dreariness
laced
with mistled tears

spent aloft
these long planes
of bondage

i fondly resigned

my mind’s production
flashing its garish marquee
for all to see

foreshadowing
disparity profound

were it not sustained
by wispy druids
of pigment piqued

no further
query

averted eyes
trained vigilant

this chronicle
of maddened youth

swore your rigid head
invalid

with never more
truth
scorned a lustful red

as prideful irony
now reigns
in the void
of expectation

Thy Beauty

thy beauty,

prosody
to parchment

petaline
pan silvery waves

as time
forgets
to squander

the frailest shade
peculiar
of a vespertine avail

assailing
listless seas

sweet aureate
avolens

how verily
i doth adore
thy sighing wells
of svelte
pretense

This Latent Lament

your words
are the sinister fire
that burns
truth
through holes
in my head

with thoughts
that forever conspire
to spurn the unheard
consequence

i look to your kingdom
of ire
to learn
of my lost relevance

with hope
i may someday
retire
from churning
this latent lament

the days
of conflict
and desire
were earned
but would never
be spent

this love
once so fervent
and dire
returns now
to fine
sediment

[Photo: Mary Pickford]

Final Frame

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

Separation

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

“Feed the Kitty” – Everyone Needs To See This At Least Once In Their Life…

Feed the Kitty [1952]

Behold, the power of true friendship and love that transcends all boundaries.  The single greatest cartoon to ever be created.

*BONUS RHYME edit

cats are adorable this is the truth
it would be abhorrent to try to dispute
and if you should make an attempt to defame
any kitty cat then you might end up slain
for i don’t take kindly to negative words
aimed at my kitty cats or at their purrs
all hell will break loose i start kicking caboose
and there stands a good chance of someone getting hurt
cuz i’m smitten on kittens you’ll see if you look
it’s written throughout all the history books
it’s deemed as a crime to fuq with the sublime
and you might just wind up hanging from a skyhook
should you ever dare to disparage a cat
by claiming domain then we must have a chat
and heads will then roll because i lose control
and i will proceed to then beat on the brat
for cats are the ones who have stolen my heart
their fuzziness is just like way off the charts
so cuddly cute should ye ever refute
then you leave me no choice but to rip you apart
i know what you’re thinking “this dude is insane”
“the toxoplasmosis went straight to his brain”
these may be the facts so I suggest you act
on your best behavior and show some restraint
cuz i will risk all to protect any kitten
it’s highly advised that you best get to gettin’
i pray you comply otherwise you will die
cuz i’ll end your life in the spot you’re now sittin’!

In the Key of Beauty

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.