this mind
has left me
wading
in the waters
of lost will
unable to awaken
to the realm of god’s amend
whose piteous legacy
affords me no conference
through the fractured eyes
of man’s condemning
Transposing
holding on
with humbled heart
the hills succumbed
before me
raging
like the devil’s hearth
the earth
left drab and scorched
once
while perched
atop these peaks
a piece of me
quietly departed
unaware
until descent
the direness
of this spiraled dream
e’er i shall
endure its depths
as death reigns long
in sorrowed rain
this fallow ground
on which i stand
alluring
with its thoughts
impure
now conjuring
a new entreaty
beading
upon burdened brow
the briars
of ambrosia
tortured truths
remain
untouched
as tempest
tramples all terrain
and virtue
proven
unavailing
sovereignty
disavowed
our souls
denied
a savior
though Nature gasps
in ashen breaths
her song persists
transposed
[image credit: Milton Avery]
Sharing Is Caring:
Preoccupation
to have arrived
is to die
I have since
surrounded myself
with cut-out cardboard
reconfigured with no particular preference
staples and tape
to ward off the hatred
a color completely devoid
of vindictiveness
the windowless model is quite suitable
for I have not the time
to look up
and ahead
I am far too caught-up
in this whole “being dead” thing
oh, what a dreadful façade
[image credit: Jan Toorop]
Sharing Is Caring:
Fates Since Abandoned
without death
we are nothing
a wintry embrace
long forgotten
grains of mured sand
in an endless descent
adorners of vitrails
neath skies of exalt
the morass of mortality
bound to such frivol
vaunting in vain
for a fool’s validation
regale me with tales
of a fabled existence
with just enough laughter
to stay my own ruin
let us sit on the ledge
where the sea hides the sun
in vigilant view
of our imminence
twinkled reflections
reveal glimpses of youth
lost in mirages
of futures imagined
to think of the fates
since abandoned brings pause
bewildered in awe
as our final breath flees
[image credit: Jennie Harbor]
Sharing Is Caring:
Extant Toll
reeling from the shrill assail
falls entropy surreal
shrieking past in amaranthine streaks
present will
spawn futures fading
fanning flames
of phantom fears
the silphium of self-affliction
arms outstretched
wretched hands of spider-like accosting
insistent to collect the extant toll
mortals of a moribundity
so profoundly mundane
stranded on ledges
of bridges burned
at oblivion’s edge
a futile spiral of lament
into event horizon
[image credit: Freydoon Rassouli]
Sharing Is Caring:
As One
hours give way to days
stripped of all
but all things arbitrary
every breath a lulled semantic
waning further with each pull
messengers of life’s surrender
dole out cursory entreaties
just as i
they suffer in a solitude of silent truth
trudging mournfully through the morass
in erstwhile lamentation
writhing in the paradox
of reverie amid eschewal
pray your voice ne’er stray afar
come throes of disavowal
fleeing from these feelings dreadful
reticence of conscious dispose
as we are, hapless to unwind
the circumstance that is time’s bidding
still, i cannot stay the ingress
of my memory’s procession
though i failed to give you ward
when desperation marred your world
so profound was your disposition
that i can now forgive myself
should all the stars above
assimilate in singularity
i trust our souls
will always be as one
[image credit: Marta Kiss]
Sharing Is Caring:
Pointed Lessons
the abstract tapestry of thought and emotion
sifting through memories
persisting beyond the toll of midnight
a surreality poignance fraught
amidst your fabled absence
through context into lucid light
those wayward flecks take flight
seeing now
the urgency defining bated breath
hindsight is a bird unbounded
heaven’s haste begets unheeding
by the merit of its taste
left on the tongue in lingering
how is it that voices lacking tangible disclosure
visibly vociferate through vales
our verities unseen
only to be vetted in the aftermath
of fate’s denouement
moments later, vested virtues
forsaken anew
by the nighest conscious duress
of my conscience’s affording
i will honor your bestowing
in the bastion of my breast
pray not let these pointed lessons fall
when life resumes its pique
[image credit: Edouard Goerg]
Sharing Is Caring:
When Today Found Me
and it was today
not knowing its meaning
not knowing why
i know that i love you.
that nothing remains
in this nomad’s world
for hands to behold
but the fleeting whispers
through eyes spent
desiccant.
i watch
immured in solitude
when laymen’s hours prohibit
with all they dared to disregard.
i struggle to make out a face
its features framed of faint obscure
ne’er could i mistake
that feeling
the comfort of your company
forever, it resides within me.
with naught but useless
power of flesh
i flounder in this hopeless muster
holding onto dust
the taste of rust upon my quivered lip
all that i do humbly ask
would you now hear this utterance
“just one simple sentiment, i miss you.”.
through these memories, i bleed
into somatic nights of static
’til our stars again align
go now
ravage every sky
that stings with freedom
whence sought of your heart’s requite
[image credit: Sadanobu Hasegawa IV]
Sharing Is Caring:
Before Us
to awaken
into death
is the dream
none dare brandish
listless, heavy-lidded
landslide
in somnolous languor
beholden to the mercy
of a cursed blink
and the blinding
of our blackest truth
laid out
to die
before us
[image credit: Francisco de Goya]
Sharing Is Caring:
Cross My Heart
if you
kill me now
i won’t complain
i will not make a sound
i cross my heart
and hope to die
if only
in your arms
[image credit: Harry Clarke]
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