Please take a moment to peer into the beauty of Rob’s soul. You’ll be glad you did.
Ember
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
Sharing Is Caring:
Idle Thoughts
idle thoughts
convict
the
heads of hollow
apparitions
a sentence
of sentient disposition
decomposing
marionettes
in rows of chariots
charging
forged by fear
preoccupation
and abeyant presumption
racing to the finish
lines of faceless pretense
praying
to appease what
is not present
Sharing Is Caring:
Time Control
Time doth taint the faint of heart
By painting truth where once stood art
And shining light in corners dark
From ancient moor to morrow’s hark
Perception forged with dawn anew
The day’s deceptions drawn to view
Our misconceptions now construed
With every moment thus imbued
So hapless are we to contest
The trappings of its false arrest
We must abide by its behest
Beholden to our sown duress
But only with its presence nigh
Doth life exist within our eyes
It must persist lest we devise
A narrative bereft of rhyme
We struggle to appease its ire
Befuddled by the muck and mire
This force of nature ne’er retires
The nomenclature of expire
At best, the past and future stations
Merely are but speculation
We have only one salvation
In our present indignation
Futile flights of fantasy
Flown by fools on fated eves
Found fast the path to effigy
Forged by the wrath of flippancy
So when the tower’s bell doth toll
Sing loud its reverie with soul
Think of it not as time control
But that by which all life unfolds
Sharing Is Caring:
Existential Impostor
surely
there must be some mistake
perhaps i wandered into
into the incorrect building
you see
i am quite simply not
qualified to be
here
these are neither my peers
nor my contemporaries
i am not in league
with such capable beings
there is no chance
for me
to ever hope to function
at this level
being of sound
heart and mind
this mindful awareness
has impaired me
in more ways
than i ever dare to fathom
my head
so heavy
no sooner can i
lift it from its feathered wrest
than i can
untether from this tempest
of everyday duress
it seems i have unwittingly
piqued gravity’s good will
for it bears down upon me
with the burden of all the heavens
it is such
that i must conclude
the nature of this vaunted god
is that of something wanton
Sharing Is Caring:
The Silence of Surrender
These thoughts of you
Invade my every waking sense
Weakening with bated breath
Wreaking chaos
In roseate efflorescence
I walk the edges of eternity
Faltering at every step
through faults of amphicheiral aching
Where fragments form our firmament
To compose in erstwhile prose
And wistful reclamation
Transposing woes
Into frozen waves of piercing
Shattering on stuttered shores
Of dormant adoration
Awakening the ardor
Of dreams lost to translation
Where stardust softly tends
The silence of surrender
Sharing Is Caring:
Upon the Anniversary of Your Death – Jasper Kerkau
Possibly the most beautiful and heartfelt thing i have ever read. Written by my amazingly talented friend, Jasper Kerkau.
I carried your books—Mencken, Nietzsche, and other misanthropist tomes—boxed up and sold by the pound, exorcising all your existential angst. The body still warm, I drove your mother in silence to bookstore, trivial task, your prized possessions discarded in the abyss, torn covers and scribbled footnotes heralding a new aeon. Ten years removed, I am still touched by unforgivable grief, remembering your deep laughter and explosive spark—the glass-smashing, room-clearing nihilism that left fragments of strangeness everywhere.
I carried your grief, standing in your place, eulogizing your father and all the sadness in the world. I thought of your heartbreak, his rheumatoid-afflicted limbs, the never-ending horror of merciless suffering that drove you into nothingness as he wasted away. My shoes too tight, among strangers, swallowing my tongue, perspiring, hiding under table, echoing I can do this…I can do this…I have to do this for him. Tie crooked, I shake hands with…
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Sharing Is Caring:
Sapient Wastrels Subsisting
transmuting mutable emotions
into tragic projections
aired triumphant
the essence of our dissonance
flaunting our afflictions
through depictions of despair
in proud parades of pride displayed
disguised as introspection
devised of indignation
feral fears of primeval impel
fostering our fates
in lives surrendered to placation
impending skies of false illusion
looming truth e’er nigh
belying belief that all is for naught
lost amid the bliss of artifice
remiss to mind the cost
as sapient wastrels subsisting
Sharing Is Caring:
Cast Reflections
a mirror stood
before me
i hesitated to look
for fear of seeing
the ugliness
the weakness
the shame
cast to seas of sorrow
the skewed mouth
and squinting eyes
the furrowed brow of condemnation
the cowardice of complacency
the body
time forsook
the heart left to bleed
on sleeves of insolence
wincing reprieve
i strained to raise my head
to actually look
at the abomination
splayed supinely
before me
for all to see
but foreign was this frail affliction
that watched my fears
fade into light
through windows
of my own humanity
to see the world within myself
as myself within the world
Sharing Is Caring:
Astral Assimilation
as i peered
behind the veil
of black damask
a plundering gaze
deconstructed me
allaying consequence
all realms succumbed
to the crucifixion
of time itself
a relevance entombed
days past
to find my countenance
content
at last
reason itself was redefined
as blissful semblance
enshrouded my listless senses
precious sands
sifted into rifts
adrift, i stood
on shifting ground
as echoes torn
from lost dimensions
resounded
in a boundless burst
of cosmic influx
to lift the curse
of gravity’s crux
like dust
thrust
into blustery plumes
of ruminant sediment
strewed asunder
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