Wanton Predilection

men dare never fathom
of the consequences wrought
in the wake of their ego’s reckless abandon

perhaps it is they know
if such truth were ever sought
they might not feel free to spread their seed at random

for theirs is such a burden
placed upon all womankind
as its sole regard is one based on passing whims

where women take the time
to consider each perspective
a man relates all things back to himself

every woman suffers
at the hand of man’s neglect
though the issues omnipresence e’er obscures

and here we are complacent
thinking this to be the norm
that no credence e’er is paid to our adjures

a man’s flagrant hypocrisy
so garish does it blare
to the point that we no longer recognize it

as women are subjected
to the scrutiny and ire
and are thus condemned to sentences of silence

with all that has been done
every man should build a shrine
at which every night he should beg for forgiveness

but sadly, people scoff
thinking this a vulgar thought
and it seems our species somehow lost its conscience

if man could look beyond
the defenses he has built
in the name of guarding insecurity

to address the endless wrath
he has lain upon his path
and accept his own responsibility

then we might stand a chance
in a world so full of doubt
on this precipice of humankind’s extinction

but all that i have seen
the male ego is as such
’tis beholden to its wanton predilection

Drifting Into Ruin

our distance
belies summation

amid the sacred frivol
we chose
to quantify
ourselves

defiant
like the sentience
of existence

inundated
with the drivel
waning tides forgot
to tell

timeless dimensions
lay between
the worlds
within these walls

teemed with apprehension
we haplessly watch
verity unfurl

drifting
into ruin

The Silence Reigns

the silence reigns
broken

a familiar smoke
potent with poignancy
awoke time
within itself

seeping through the rift
of heedless mind

every sense besotted
with tenses past
and present

disparity so stark
a nothingness became me

folding every breath of hope
upon an inward entropy

the truth thus revealed
through open eyes
omnipresent

had wracked my soul
in quantum rapt

of love i knew
will always know
will never be
again

Spurned Species

of all notions deemed outlandish
it seems the credence in our own emotivity
worn upon sleeves of sloe
bereaves its own existence
like a pestilent disease
whence indoctrination grasps virgin mind

malleable and vitiable
to vitriol of vicious avail
vanquishing our most vital faculty
of perspicacity in the periods most poignant
for psychological development
during the flash of formative
efficaciousness so crucial
for the fostering of bonds
not bound by affectations
nor forged by fear of failure’s wrath

through the ever waning window
of erstwhile potential
suspending our biological propensity for sapience
spiraling into speciesism
and sexism based disparities
of such expansive proportion
as to encompass every aspect
of our species
spurring spurious peroration
proposed by patriarchal pathologies
of impudent poise