once again it is your friend named maximillian
sending forth my message to forgo virilium
take that frail pathetic ego put it on the shelf
for history has proven it’s the bane of global health
everything it’s taken far exceeds any returns
for all that it has done has set our every bridge to burn
connecting us to any shred left of humanity
it flourished in the darkness of our own duality
corrupted every heart with greed and self-serving regard
entrusted in the hands of men who sought to own the stars
with ample resources to educate and sate the world
they chose instead to hoard wealth in their pockets lined with purl
reaching heights unknown atop mountains made of bodies
quiet desperation of the masses’ misery
toiling til the only freedom they would ever know
granted their release from the eternal push and tow
the moral of my rhyme is one of simple consequence
focus your heart only on that which bears relevance
Phantom Proximity
what is this
this intangible void in which we invade this same space
energies exchanging pleasantry
impassioned, please
the pull of our plight fall elsewhere
behind numbered masks
bound to the task of liquid lines
faintly flickering free from threat
as threadbare risk complacent
i sense the scents composing inference
how can i say what cannot be seen
your palm caress
a warmth mistaken
the truth that lingers loudly
encompassing like lumberingplumes
halting at our phantom presence
outlining arresting proximity
Sharing Is Caring:
Defying Silence
fuck the ceiling, looming like tomorrow’s marquee
gaudy flashes from which i must turn
for within lies the ever-present artifice
skulking in dungeons of impulsion
fuck the floor, a cold mirage of hope
rife with arbitrary voids
no measured step bears relevance
pits of quicksand amid houred glass
fuck the door, weak and hingeless
prison cell of self-appointing or shielding from the shrill
one false waft of breath not bated
crumbling point of worlds divided
fuck the words, defying silence
skies of doubting look upon us
laughing in these measured steps
jarring with observant hues
Sharing Is Caring:
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
Sharing Is Caring:
Vociferate
Sharing Is Caring:
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:
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
Sharing Is Caring:
Crescent Shore
Sharing Is Caring:
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
Sharing Is Caring:
Upon the Hourglass’ Turn
swaying blades of peridot
alight amid azurite horizon
of clement citrine sunset
in velveteen palanquin
draped in silk brocade
jade hairpin askew
wonted truth presaging
the seizing solemnity
by crook of Anubis
we tendered the ferryman’s toll
stolid in this stagnant state
as fate shed its veils before us
upon the hourglass’ turn
emergent, we shuffled off
our toilsome coils rejoicing
Max, or Not 
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