Thy Heart Impels

sable tresses sway untamed
free from shackles arbitrary
bound by naught
of blight nor burdened
truth voiced
with no known disclaim

that such serene sincerity
should stand amid a sea of prosy
bearing depths, defined aberrance
inherently as tempered twilight

my windowed pain refrains

through gentle truth
thy heart impels
reprieve from pressing peril

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

When Hours Watched My Hands Do Nothing

Wandering through a wastrel’s wasteland
Waist deep in my own submission
Balsam wafting soft and balmy
Etched comforts in hues familiar
Flailing aimlessly, distorting the output

Sorted seasons claim the sands
When hours watched my hands do nothing
No rush to catch the fallout
No push appealing parable
Crushing complacency

Whispers speak of lost dimensions
Mentions of mistaken meaning
Sent to distant dusty darkness
Now forsaken from the list
Kissed with known fate fulfilled

In the dance that framed the fire
Swaying ever free from doubt
Routing race of natural movement
Sand to joint on moment’s cue
Pointing to the smallest hand stroke

Squandered in a squalid square

Dashing Dots Upon Infinity’s Infamy

here are we so precarious of perch
lurching forth with netted nonchalance
the implication of the hourglass holding steadfast
flashing to and fro in temporal turmoil
each instance a siphon upon our soul
folding our feelings of fallen conceptions
into sediment we so soon forget
the decadence of our ignorance
arrives with haste to come calling
some things it seems are not aligned
with this portion of permanence set into stone
stolen by a stubborn notion
so potent, relentless in persistence and plausibility
soon shall these sands slowly swallow
my countenance, eroding the shoal
surfacing in ashen artifacts of astral assimilation
dashing dots upon infinity’s infamy
disbanded formations of static stratae
strewn about to conformity’s constructs
commencing descent into vortical conclusion

In Daydreams Serene

in soporific sentience settling
i sit, soaking up the stoical stillness
tis the paragon of peaceful ponderance
where tranquility trumps trepidation
as velvet pistils on parchment availed
of subdued splendored prose of ambrosia
gone are the ghosts of vespertine void
as visions spurred by dawn’s embrace assuage
the looming days of yore up yonder
have vanished amid the sun kissed blare
but dare not stare into the bladed onset
in present context, let us resonate in harmony
awash in one another’s solace
in daydreams serene

Dormant Sea

bound by none
a captive of my own dormant sea
coercing contrivance

culled of indolence
each letter bearing down
with the weight of immutability

muniting this effigy’s mired affectations
where i hover in harrowed paresis
with hastening mind
and spent filings spurned

i lean hard upon whetstone
perpetual vacillation
dulling to impasse