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

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Ember

Max 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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Context

shadows whisper a name most familiar

set to song in the key of entropy

steadied strikes assail the mind’s doorway

each effort to answer met with lulling silence

our truths are not told in mere content alone

lest we have naught but a skeleton’s passage

implore as we might, as surely as we seek

a picture to placate our desolate dialogue

shall nary replace the toilsome turning

of pages not privy to prodding nor poring

a misbegotten narrative so begets

but is not soon forgotten

by seraphim stripped, a perilous play

for prismatic plumage portrayed

by peacock in prominent display

will waver in iridescent hues

defined by light cast from perspectives

as told by the heart that would seeketh

A Pen Is

a pen is in my hand
standing on the edge of eden
unfurled fruition of fancied frolic
or icy exile of self domain

imminent refrain
constraining commune
immune yet immured
as marred as marital malady
the mighty unmentionable

extension of our pretense
portending wrath so tender
rending mathematics
moot as mute mire’s mooring