Beam of unrelenting inquest
Baring truth of barren chest
Blaring with aberrant bidding
Bearing of unknown behest
Fading Footsteps
when i turn to see your face
in imprints left behind
foreign shapes of shallow depth
sow shifting rifts through time
false impressions follow paths
alluding truths unknown
straying from our trail of tears
to find me here, alone
as stone erodes ‘neath gushing stream
all that stood to endure
would crumble fast to fill the cracks
of figments now obscured
languishing in hope abandoned
lost in reverie
vanquished, all but one memento
burning on my sleeve
Sharing Is Caring:
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
Sharing Is Caring:
Feigning
The analysis of unseen eyes persists in silent echoes
My words as water washed in oil
Set to flame in umbral skies
Prism of portending precedent
Prattling prose of impropriety
Sharing Is Caring:
Time In Tides Shall Find Her
time in tides shall find her
wrapped in aimless waiver
jutting like a wayward bough
frowns the upturned sky
slivers lost tinged conifer
swallow then her song
echoes now unravel distant
from bead to silent fractal
as breath that warms this shoulder
Sharing Is Caring:
Wistful Expire
wayward sprawl swallow
now this fetid coil
dull and diminished
as wrought steel in toil
sinuous loom of ethereal tense
pen courting
indelible consequence
speckled array born
of absent remains
silence embracing
the advent of change
entropy tranquil
soft somatic seel
allaying dismay
bled of wray unto wheel
opium skies
shadow tinged stringent eyes
compartmentalized
fades the subconscious mind
welled wisps soon felled
as dost life quell desire
where worlds listless
persist in wistful expire
Sharing Is Caring:
Emptied Unto Arms of Clay
verity as thought forsaken
lingers long in clouds of lead
twisting spires of wrought contortion
sown distortion courting dread
shedding hours spread like reddened
ire devours descending rope
mooring of our own portending
fastened to facades of hope
torn asylum trickles onward
all the equid etched terrain
hobbled oath inflecting inward
emptied unto arms of clay
adulating spurs complacent
erubescent indigence
abrogating fate’s insistence
airing anthropomorphic
affectation errs evincing
mocking amorous proclaim
sacred bond absconds as mincing
silencing the heart’s refrain
Sharing Is Caring:
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
Sharing Is Caring:
Unmoored from Heaven’s Breath
onward looking nature’s sprawl
welcomes ingress
flawed acceptance
thoughts eternal
unmoored from heaven’s breath
unravel forces unseen
casting urgent
a moment’s ire
unto deafening depths
of untold familiarity
Sharing Is Caring:
Folding Inward Blackened Wreath
Desiccation upon glass heart
Hastily sprawling splinters
Streaking sullen surface
Spoils unearthed to whet the weary
Wilting as waters wage war
Washing the rue of the ravaged
Succumbing, this savage breast recoils
Deep into the soil of surrender
Layered, tenderly to mend
Slitting sights on set horizons
Errands nestle in nocturne’s numbing
Known fool to lair retreats
Viewed through shades of discontent
Comes unrelenting lack of reticence
Ambivalence wracks the senses
Folding inward blackened wreath
Reaching long to breach the onset
Blade unsheathed to greet its hour
Heaven’s heights elude embedding
Subdued by sights shed
Red with bloodlet blighting
Brought to light, beset to dimmer
Sink or swim on wavering whims
Begin anew the steadied sting
Barren as the blinded eye
of mind that would foresee such stars
Marred by ceremonious compliance
Max, or Not 
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