Time is not moulded clay
Meant to cradle impermanence
It moves with freedom
Minds cannot discern
We tread upon its trails, intrepid
Trivialities of atrophying form
Availed of all that falls before us
Envisioned of our own volition
Bound by realm of rusted blood
Etched in scrawling strewn askew
Washed away as whitened waves
Scorching scant displays of squalor
Songs of stringed structure lull
Swallowed by such forces fervent
Fraught with thoughts of relevance
And promised flights of light anew
To Exist
Chaotic echoes linger from distant realms
All that has existed in this patch of land
Exists now in the absence of time
In between every extreme contained within the spectrum
Moments thought to diminish, yet languish in the void
Intangible essences endlessly spiral inward
All progression remains relative to the mind
Molded by our perception’s indoctrination we stumble onward
In futility we grasp at pieces we no longer see
Time is the abstract mechanism that diminishes all
Helpless are we to protest its insistence
Haplessly deconstructing the construct of existence
All that is at once is as good as naught
Fraught with fantasies of infinite repetition of consciousness
But particles disperse and coalesce without prejudice
Through visions evolving, dissolving with precision
We ponder with purpose what the surface conceals
Revealing only that which we can comprehend
Bound by our own paltry perspectives
The perpetual plight of reflective introspection
Through inflections of or intrinsic inability
Sharing Is Caring:
O Muse Sublime
o muse of trembling ardor
perched upon what precipice
wax adoring or abhorring
beauteous capricious wisp
beckon thoughts to naught surrender
fleeting free fall fraught with flame
solace in reckless abandon
consequence of hazard aim
intervals hail flippant airs
qualms aloof and proof left scorned
paradox of quine requiem
to what behest dost now adorn
Sharing Is Caring:
The Silence of a Moment’s Touch
sun kissed flecks in ochre hue
trickling trails of wistful trod
pouring out as florid scents sail
yawning canopy doused clover
flailing gales of ghostly whispers
mantle muting raveled mind
fan the flames of dwindled kindling
webs spun framing frivolities
the silence of a moment’s touch
would ground torrential skies eternal
weeping brume imbruing marrow
warping whence was hale anew
hollow hands churn notions restless
spilling forth the levees breach
tormenting transposed to parchment
wrapped like sheaves round bounded roots
Sharing Is Caring:
Amid the Ruin
Spoken thoughts of sullen silt
Ramble down the wayward trail
Guided by an unseen force
To an ending time prevails
Every tale of glistened hinting
Leaping forth our truth afire
Wasted flesh as wilted flowers
Dangle from our stemmed repute
Parting ways as days conclude
In brooding now bereft of boon
Gone are all the songs of now
Lost amid the toilsome tune
Beauteous as once I knew
Blanketed in blissful skies
Bride of comfort draped in clouds
Wielding words that whispered wise
The hour has since come and gone
Left behind, these hearts now truant
Rumination, restlessness
And rhyme remain amid the ruin
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:
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
Sharing Is Caring:
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
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
Max, or Not 
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