Fiery Heaps of Discontent

our natural state is co-existence
arriving, all in perfect form
from that day, we learn to distance
taught by self-appointed norm
time-honored dishonoring
through indoctrination learned
tethered by these ancient moorings
solitude of bridges burned
manmade isles of ire and loathing
fiery heaps of discontent
slowly yielding, never knowing
boundless love for which we’re meant
subtle cues, environment
as mechanisms meant for coping
affected on our countenance
now give rise to interloping
with external arbitrary
attributes to draw the distance
truth remains a cautionary
tale that suffers sung in silence


Waxing Erstwhile

wandering wearily
through warped wood
a wintry wasteland whitened
watching with weather eye
the wonder of the wild
where weeping willows waver
in twin whorled waters

wistfully wrung writings
weaved on weary walls
wrought with writhing woes
so wont to ride the wind
in wishful wafts of whimsy

as weakened worth
bestows waning warrant
we wallow in our willful ways
waxing erstwhile

Sowing Song Eternal

shadows may ever revolve
fixed on incandescent lure
etching vale upon this visage
mending rent flesh acumen

seasons set to solitude
may shed like threads abuzz with youth
once wont to squander
banded by kindred tune

tangibly transcending realms
filaments familially forged
harmony as resonant
as fulgurant bellow strikes anew

in those ebbing hours tumult
tones educing distant stages
tempering in tides of triumph
coalescing quests of truth

this cage of wrapped diminish
travels onward tethered still
harbored by amity’s repose
sowing song eternal

Verdurous Veil

a flower unknown
bears a truth
discreet layers of life
its tenses
of tempered perfection
is fruit
that falls not
from bare sky
in flawed efflorescing
its rapturous call
strikes allure
engulfing those poised
most aplomb
intently attending its courting
of masked countenance
with abated embellish
ensnaring those daring
to tread
on pistils
in spite of known stigma
to fate so sublime
in extol