a flower unknown
bears a truth
obscured
discreet layers of life
its tenses
of tempered perfection
is fruit
that falls not
from bare sky
effusing
in flawed efflorescing
its rapturous call
strikes allure
engulfing those poised
most aplomb
intently attending its courting
disaster
of masked countenance
barbed
with abated embellish
ensnaring those daring
to tread
on pistils
in spite of known stigma
to fate so sublime
in extol
Idealist Interface
every word
reflecting inward
withers
as these waters wane
muted thoughts
have wrought this ward
diffusing
ardent utterance true
festering in chambers
dormant
chained by anguish
bound in brood
prodding pretense
peals abandon
sans preceding
pages hewn
strewn throughout
in pigments pallid
plaints invalid
savage rue
Sharing Is Caring:
Siren’s Ward
quelling contralto so sublime
resigned to faltered consignment
defined by days diminished
vanishing plays of the occult
engulfed in goethite gown
abound are stains of charcoal and chalk
walking horizons, reality reigned
framed for eyes of strained veracity
availed of verbose avenues
in venues where virtuous eavesdroppers err
Sharing Is Caring:
Consolence Weeps In Silent Shades
her words
are the palette
invoking the tapestry
of thought
flourishing
filaments effusive
artistry imbued
of subtle sanctuary
in moments of brooding
secluded
so fair and finite
in fleeting feeling
balanced beams
shine beauteously
as softly i clasp
such fragility
tempered tones
of precious presence
consolence weeps
in silent shades
of serenity’s prescience
echoing
ephemeral aegis
Sharing Is Caring:
A De-winged Fly Fixed In Brief Repose
on wavering wrest
against mirrored walls erring
spuriously spinning infinitesimal
entangled silken fractal
whelming accursed manacle
of urgent whims cast
inexorably whorled
a de-winged fly fixed
in brief repose
sinuous lamellate shifting
enkindling extricate forge
wrought with exigence
vermillion amative arils
on piste of glistened pist
oping obsidian sky fall
of ephemeral owl
and howling wraith
Sharing Is Caring:
In Doubt Have We Forsaken All
Emerging at the worn divide
Torn with surging feelings
Forcing purging of things concealed
Stinging urges of surreal consequence
Stoically stowed with eloquence
Eluding the known self
Burrowing with blinded foresight
With mind of spurned course
Cheek turned, to face surreality
Burned bridges, blackened annealing
Annul the shackles bound to honor
Honed in hindsight, alighting home
Palindromic dominion of scorned conscience
Obsessive arbitrations mold mountains
In mundane progression in vain and valence
Visage now pallid, invalid throughout
In doubt have we forsaken all
Every fiber, mired by machinations manmade
In prophecies fulfilled by self sacrifice
Compliant with secession and sacredness surrendered
Descendent no longer through sentient states
Relentlessly pondered this basement ascent
What stasis has stricken a heart stalwart
Now felled as the four walls once bracing
Sharing Is Caring:
To Gravity’s Savage Grave Grounded
aloof, alone
star drift sea
strands in nebulous array
sunburst striking stone
accursed throne turned cinder
plundering gaussian fields
fervently grasping spirals
wired illusions allude such form
here my sworn litany lifts above sky rift
sifting through lingering silt
like lucid liaisons
gaze on horizon
engulfed in pulsar prominence
shots spray into sprawling
faint call of caressing
a dust no longer present
confined to perception
her cosmic complexion refracts
reflected on welled tear
to gravity’s savage grave, grounded
Sharing Is Caring:
Quaint Acquiescence Is An Obsequious Acquaintance
sentiments in repetition meant to vent with relevance
relinquish the varnish that tarnishes the vulgar tolerance
commence with imminence the absence of antiquity
for quaint acquiescence is an obsequious acquaintance
ubiquitous as though it may be, acclimation clings aloof
from roof to mountaintop rounding up with rallied cries
rising echoes sound of silent sorrows soon to beckon
why then try, as troubadour or rube of high demeanor
dubious depictions dangle like truths that fall no more
musing angles by which this ruse might inflict less feeling
stitching loosely by light revealing conflicts of duress
stealing strength from respite choosing no less than languish
eventual sediment in secluded stasis embracing lost artifice
weaved words of wont whimsy will quell this wells depths
in diligent delineations of dreary dreamscapes divulged
Sharing Is Caring:
Blue Moon
in resilience these remnants remain
the furthest reaches of reality’s semblance
shattered and splintered
coherent and complete
amassing the breadth of the beyond
composed of truths intrinsically incomprehensible
subconsciously apprised of existential paradox
dispersing to absorb all aspects of astral inflection
mystical mosaics in resonant timbres
temporal tapestries of tapering ardor
byzantine dreams breathe fervid
flashes of sempiternity
our hearts, in rapture reside
in every tense and context
an eternal truth
as sure as the azure moon that binds us
Sharing Is Caring:
Your Era So Golden
drawn out days of titian settling
the era’s closure drawing near
awkward affections shared passing
would soon become passion entwined
distant horizons of arid liquescence
ever eluding the focus we sought
erred, the inherent aplomb, never fathoming
fears since forsaken in faith fueled fires
torrential tirade, your era so golden
impressed in the brood of its wake
heartache bore into lavender walls
awaiting the moment with you in my arms
where were your words so wont to wax in wallow
how hollow the home of the world I had known
the dance of days that deceived us
the tumulted spires of spectacle
that stood to make valid the toil
our turmoil in vain
wading in waning , awash of the waters
where once we found cleansing
the wraith of your suffering
resigned us to this disavowed closure
this fragmented filament could forge in fine temperance
but vanity’s deference reigns
trudging through deconstructed dreams
razed of the memories maimed
unceremoniously unraveled
with unrelenting
Max, or Not 
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