Precipitous Parting

i held you in my eyes of twine
heavy lidded, in heaven’s fallout

at the garden of impressioned impetus
were petals adrift of quelling aquarelle

destined for reveries resting on bezel
should rays of radiance concord

as does every elegy effuse essence
come astral flights of wastrel mien

crestfallen cries affecting acrimony
as chemicals crude, and ghost collide

solace sought in trails of tined stinging
when souls embark to hearken home

a breathless whisper winces wistfully
e’er stilled by stay of loss allayed

Art and Artifice

art and artifice
polarities
implicitly aligned
timeless
structures strewed about
abstractions
born of suffering

whimsical woes
weave what is reaped
obscured
by the dimness
of expansion
forging
through temporal constructs
arriving
at imminent eminence

the flagship is abandoned
as its author
sinks
into the plundering depths
of a tapering relevance
prudence eclipses propriety
its elements
soon omitted

remnants lay errant
apparent to none
artifice
begets artifice
as art
is forsaken

Failed Words

i hear my words encrypt my thoughts

as deftly as they soon appear

layered attempts to obfuscate

the discourse of my mind’s duress

 

neatly tucked in wisps of whimsy

affectations strung like beads

set upon a single strand

bearing down with every breath

 

poring over my life’s learnings

laboriously languishing

in search of vainglorious displays

to shield me from such stark reflection

 

these notions superficialized

trivialize my truths

for all that i require to say

stripped of grandiloquence

is infinite in its simplicity

and speaks loud as the sun

articulates the ineffable

understood by heart alone

 

my words have failed me once again

by succeeding to obscure conation

poignancy as parody on parade

in pandered prose most profuse

Leggo Your Ego

once again it is your friend named maximillian
sending forth my message to forgo virilium
take that frail pathetic ego put it on the shelf
for history has proven it’s the bane of global health
everything it’s taken far exceeds any returns
for all that it has done has set our every bridge to burn
connecting us to any shred left of humanity
it flourished in the darkness of our own duality
corrupted every heart with greed and self-serving regard
entrusted in the hands of men who sought to own the stars
with ample resources to educate and sate the world
they chose instead to hoard wealth in their pockets lined with purl
reaching heights unknown atop mountains made of bodies
quiet desperation of the masses’ misery
toiling til the only freedom they would ever know
granted their release from the eternal push and tow
the moral of my rhyme is one of simple consequence
focus your heart only on that which bears relevance

Phantom Proximity

what is this
this intangible void in which we invade this same space
energies exchanging pleasantry
impassioned, please
the pull of our plight fall elsewhere
 
behind numbered masks
bound to the task of liquid lines
faintly flickering free from threat
as threadbare risk complacent
 
i sense the scents composing inference
how can i say what cannot be seen
your palm caress
a warmth mistaken
 
the truth that lingers loudly
encompassing like lumberingplumes
halting at our phantom presence
outlining arresting proximity

Defying Silence

fuck the ceiling, looming like tomorrow’s marquee
gaudy flashes from which i must turn
for within lies the ever-present artifice
skulking in dungeons of impulsion

fuck the floor, a cold mirage of hope
rife with arbitrary voids
no measured step bears relevance
pits of quicksand amid houred glass

fuck the door, weak and hingeless
prison cell of self-appointing or shielding from the shrill
one false waft of breath not bated
crumbling point of worlds divided

fuck the words, defying silence
skies of doubting look upon us
laughing in these measured steps
jarring with observant hues

Ah, Humans

ah, humans being
so wont to not be gotten
so want not to be forgotten
besotted with perpetuance
e’er naught bearing consequence
for quietus looms nigh
as riotous cries are uttered
vying for immortal conquest
dressed in coiled entropy
whilst self-appointing eminence
a burdensome sight
in piteous plight

Ember

Max Meunier's avatarMax, or Not

love looms amid the earthen shrine
in contrast with truth
pressing onto parchment
muted musings left lingering
for glancing eyes that gaze in contempt
aghast at the ongoing display of decadent debauchery
never have they known such indiscretion
yet none can speak for what is known

the radiance, disarming
its cadence grows stronger
echoing into the abyss of anguish
from one, to other
bearing no consequence of relevant toll
rolling like a snow bound stone
enjoyed by the sun

all of these ancestral affectations
airs of artifice agonizing over every breath
spilled out onto the landscape like leaves
leading to disarray, in lost portrayal

sweet strands of vermilion lick like flames
framing such fragile alabaster allure
alone and aloft
soft tones of humility
exuding from hearth
set upon this heart
rekindled by kindred coalescence
windswept into one regret
and set to the serenity of solitude’s song

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