In Heart Woven Harmonic Virtue

erstwhile flashes of our enduring tale

have danced across the stage in the theatre of my mind

these lavishly adorned accounts of amorous bliss

render me besotted with the beauty and boldness of your love

your words are as delicate motes of pollen

steadily born upon this weathered breast

breathing vitality anew

as familiar as tea and cake

bringing forth a fabled tapestry of time’s treasured trove

composed of our memories

transcendent twinkle entwined in euphony

the luck that looms our love’s lore lingers eternal

for once again, we have found one another

my spirit rejoices

ringing resonantly throughout the vales of the cosmos

in heart woven harmonic virtue

On the Old Submissive Floor

Winter’s dawn has drawn as it must

Soon to rust the iron hinged doorway

The one that trapped the pointed finger

Where all that was for only once

 

Bits of dried and crackled color

Faintly holding lost resemblance

Passing sun storms on persistent

Blanched beyond the pallid hues

 

Now these eyes have outgrown reason

Cried as many seasons shed

In the clearing it is shown

The frame has fit the puzzled pane

 

Still my scrutinous eye searches

For an answer, glancing inward

Stunted by the icy blades

Hanging from my grim reflection

 

Rotted wood that mirrored diamond

Stood before me once before

Smashed these toes, drew crimson water

Stoic in its disregard

 

All that happened has become

The stilted visions passing through

Vanishing as though to squander

Gathered thoughts on barren sand

 

Pictures state a stranger’s case

Strangled by the deepest lines

Digging deeper towards life

To fell the death long overdue

 

Though I heard the crickets clamor

As I sunk into the board

Creaking as it knows itself to

On the old submissive floor

 

Scattering to reach remission

Exits can’t escape my eyes

As apprised of wasted matters

Tapering eternal haste

Gone

gone is the gloaming that granted my voice
momentary machinations of metered mirth
succumbed to simplistic sentiment
presenting in prose and preempting

redemption returning to reliquary
shelved, i delve back into these depths
bereft of bliss borrowed
left to sorrowed shades of living

erstwhile visions have vanished
now banished and burdened
outlandishly bound by sounds
since staunched along trails of
stuttered utterance

Fail

please don’t try to talk to me

can’t you see i just want to be left alone?

what’s makes you hold such regard

for the pleasure of you company?

are you suffering from communicative dissonance?

no, i will not look into your eyes

i did everything i could to avoid you

the audacity of your presumption appalls me

what unfathomable circumstance must you have suffered

to lead you to such a state of misapprehension?

why is it that you persist so ardently?

were you raised by a pack of wild wolves?

you’re precisely the reason i dare not venture out

it’s people like you that make it so

people like me cannot function in society

please stop talking

i’m not listening to a word you’re saying

don’t you have anything better to do?

how do you not understand this?

any person with half a mind would have gotten it by now

you must have it really bad for me

god! you’re so pathetic! please go away already!

now you’re really starting to piss me off

don’t make me do something we’re both gonna regret

that’s it! now you’ll understand what i mean once and for all!

i’m sorry what was that? your foot?

i’m standing on your foot?

why didn’t you just say so in the first place?