Surface Tension

In transient thoughts of our truths sent to exile

Urgent as molten earth, looms at dawn’s hour

Sediments layered in shades of complexity

Granules composed of her prismed epistles

Dissembled semblances seep through the surface

In whispered epiphanies sown of the hearth

Beckon this consciousness in blaring eclipse

So futile are all motions clamoring banishment

Symphonies reign as crescendos cry skyward

Her name doth ascend where height fears no silence

So lucid the path has lain forthright and linear

Transpicuous impetus lifts sunken tread

Should words not express bemused skies revolve timeless

Such sorrowful drops would cut vales through the brow

When sudden a shattering wretched shriek stricken

Streams forth a faint filament brimming abound

And ardent illusions felled softly in flicker

Now shepherd this shackled breast cleft in clement


those who judge have not yet walked
in footsteps whence life lived was wrought
that sunken soil shall level all
left standing in the place we fall
cast not a stone, with guilt bar none
for naught is known, alone as one
to take such solace in the wrath
imagined of another’s path
will yield a world of false ideals
fantasy told as though real
though dubious, remain devout
and grant the benefit of doubt
we must heed what the mirror reveals
reflections of our hearts concealed
should we forsake this one known truth
then humans are as humans do

She Breathes Freedom

the faintest of whispers has beckoned
as rifts tear the moon’s lake ashore
in shifting shades of amaranthine
adrift as ambivalence alters salt of earth
she sits beside tides of diremption
surrendered to none, bride of shrewd
intrinsic to all things surrounding
what kings relinquish, wish fortuitous birth
when walls built to crumble creation
fall silt in penumbral nuance
her sendal strands flicker abeyance
portraying what laymen e’er grasping could not
and days press like parchment to florae
indelible eras bygone
in swells of a weltering fallout
dispelling adduction, such freedom knew aught

Words Would Impede

words would impede my need to express
this feeling that bleeds as it beats from my chest
a symbol of infinite bounding enclosed
as simple and intricate sounds when composed
in beams of sooth glistening undular form
where dreams aloof mistle tinged grossular storms
constructing fine prism weaved wafts of silk snared
substructing holism leaves not gestalt reared
for euphonic escalade rendered so mute
bore sonic tirade so tender afoot

Further Than the Absence of Our Distance

Faint echoes illicit etchings that stretch

Further than the absence of our distance

Fumbled trails of jumbled digits

Our brains arrange to fit into sense

Reaching for warm vibrations

Resonant within such void

Static glow composing conscious

Countenance to quell our chaos

Astral arcs of crescent cradling

Poignant pools of prose and praise

Forming respite nets that catch

The day’s drawn out dreams

Looming always, weaving landscapes

Love and laughter lift the listless

Transposing painful plights

To smiles persistent, spent of joy

Trickled transit as varied visits

Vagrant visions carry verve

Flights of whimsy brimming over

In binary blurbs that hover nigh

Lighting the length of our plank

We walk to its end so aware

With blank expression

We descend into shared darkness