having just awoken from a truth
none dare to dream
i reveled in the feeling
of an old familiar friend
for once the house that held this heart
had found itself a home
inhabited by every hapless moment
rapt in youth
i felt a warmth so radiant
where smiles wore freedom’s linger
the foreign touch of fingers
poised to praise and not condemn
i wandered through the shifting walls
of visions so uplifting
while drifting in between
the conscious states that fate once held
a gentle hand was guiding me
through windows of perception
with eyes of every fabled tale
of caring and concern
many arms were reaching out
that left no sting of burden
and words were spoken
with a calming comfort and relief
in this fixed expression of release
like peals of fulgurance
strike every version’s revelations
voiced of your reflection
with resonance, they ring out
to floresce in all dimensions
through broken mirrors
of latent introspection
How Long Is A Mile?
a dismal gloom blares
in the distance
of concrete the corridors cry
gnashing with sinuous steel
stolen from the vacuum of midnight erosion
it is now as it was then
a tenuous terror entranced
beyond the circumstance of thought
barreling down outstretched roads of unknown ending
a home blighted nomadic with static fluoresce
abuzz with abundant abandon
each night anew
feeding silver to shiver
amid layered squalor shown blind to bright eyes
left to devices unfit for adorning
fetid filth teemed with ambiguities
but stranger things still filled my head as i stood
behind the partition of gold lamé dinge
alone like a stone world of door tethered drifters
obscured by their numbers
familiar yet foreign
rasping with roars of abrupt deconstructing
and hearts worn by prophets of apathy’s idle
but pray not awaken
the ire composed of their hijacked illusion
when truant frontiers promised fears
poised to fade
from days faster
than words would beam hope
inside daydreams of youth
disaster had fled with indignance
in woven distortions
unspooling in blood
where conifers blurred
in absurdity
dust filled my head
with a sweet symphonic suite
still assuring that we are not there yet
Sharing Is Caring:
Poem for You
felidae entwine my spirit
framed in frozen timeworn heights
such fate falls but once and only
molecules meet tongue in haste
curse this mind of echoed refuse
not allowing facile form
feelings of effusive freedom
bear no call to fault obscured
solace finds me in our silence
lost dimensions shift in shadows
lifting upward with release
let us now slip into slumber
crucial is the word we ravish
flushed, our lips defy known rapture
press your precious pith devoutly
pallid flesh smites potent implore
oh my noble lexic seraph
so do i adore thy mooring
tears of urgent surging wells
arrive us on the tide’s reprieve
needn’t are we to besiege
each of our own affliction’s ire
for we are as we ever shall be
bonding infinite depiction
Sharing Is Caring:
She Breathes Freedom
the faintest of whispers has beckoned
as rifts tear the moon’s lake ashore
in shifting shades of amaranthine
adrift as ambivalence alters salt of earth
she sits beside tides of diremption
surrendered to none, bride of shrewd
intrinsic to all things surrounding
what kings relinquish, wish fortuitous birth
when walls built to crumble creation
fall silt in penumbral nuance
her sendal strands flicker abeyance
portraying what laymen e’er grasping could not
and days press like parchment to florae
indelible eras bygone
in swells of a weltering fallout
dispelling adduction, such freedom knew aught
Sharing Is Caring:
Infinity Still Residing
awaken to the void
vespertine avenues vanish
awash in bittersweet moments
memories of absconded youth
infinity still residing
on the tip of my tongue’s refrain
folding into crumbling worlds
caught between in silent hues
where your warmth imbued the stars
in dreams that beam salvation
falling over limbs of lumber
hapless, bearing fate so sweet
Sharing Is Caring:
Obscured Sediment In Dawn’s Exile
Shrouded by luminous quilt
In stolen hour of desert gloaming
Brash and bright as life would have us
Intertwined, we courted darkness
Stark was all that ruled our world
As we rued the daylight squander
Loathsome aurous sphere that seared
A porcelain demure transfixed
Etched embrace on umber shore
Neath peering Peridot mystique
We breached the siren’s song
Through passive glances temporal
Felled, you held this coiled carapace
Quelling wrath with vitreous hand
Hapless, I would soon succumb
Shunning lucid truth in youth
All that would bear consequence
Flourished in the fiery depths
Every moment flushed with fervent
Passions, sating flesh
The corridor of riparian quenching
Drenched, adrift the wayward isle
Once flowed freely of our wefting
Now as listless as its mooring
Obscured sediment in dawn’s exile
Sharing Is Caring:
Sowing Song Eternal
shadows may ever revolve
fixed on incandescent lure
etching vale upon this visage
mending rent flesh acumen
seasons set to solitude
may shed like threads abuzz with youth
once wont to squander
banded by kindred tune
tangibly transcending realms
filaments familially forged
harmony as resonant
as fulgurant bellow strikes anew
in those ebbing hours tumult
tones educing distant stages
tempering in tides of triumph
coalescing quests of truth
this cage of wrapped diminish
travels onward tethered still
harbored by amity’s repose
sowing song eternal
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:
Synthetic Eyes of Ghostliness
moments pass
without discretion
woolen tangerine yet blares
framed
as though it were alone
as i
when every tear
touched paper
those rising redwoods stand
aloft
stark in contrast
bark to flesh
an old friend’s triumph
over fallen redwood
ever forefront
his eyes still speak
to me
this day
subtle dreams
were left between
to foster love
less nuanced
even i cannot recall
in light
of geometric wrest
frozen
into false creation
stories cast upon
recall
life once ventured
beyond
the vague demise
captured
by synthetic eyes
of ghostly senses
Sharing Is Caring:
Under the Ruby Speckled Tree
under the ruby
speckled tree
hours passed
as our past
spilled out before us
random shapes
saw growth
unravel
as strange
as what we have become
soaked in sun-drawn salted dew
so few
I had come to know
softened smiles
would crumble walls
as tall as mountains
exiled
in forgotten flesh
that forged anew
toward the crimson dawn
in sacred solitude
we held forever
ever knowing
nothing more
than love’s gentle cradling
kissed by a fallen gem
now stained
the hues of human
sacrifice
every loss we suffered
shone through
this crooked canvas
as covert cries
wisdom watching
as we wept
vivid breaths
that stilled the air
in wintry wafts
of stolen strength
this lengthy load
now turns languid
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