a flower unknown
bears a truth
obscured
discreet layers of life
its tenses
of tempered perfection
is fruit
that falls not
from bare sky
effusing
in flawed efflorescing
its rapturous call
strikes allure
engulfing those poised
most aplomb
intently attending its courting
disaster
of masked countenance
barbed
with abated embellish
ensnaring those daring
to tread
on pistils
in spite of known stigma
to fate so sublime
in extol
Idealist Interface
every word
reflecting inward
withers
as these waters wane
muted thoughts
have wrought this ward
diffusing
ardent utterance true
festering in chambers
dormant
chained by anguish
bound in brood
prodding pretense
peals abandon
sans preceding
pages hewn
strewn throughout
in pigments pallid
plaints invalid
savage rue
Consolence Weeps In Silent Shades
her words
are the palette
invoking the tapestry
of thought
flourishing
filaments effusive
artistry imbued
of subtle sanctuary
in moments of brooding
secluded
so fair and finite
in fleeting feeling
balanced beams
shine beauteously
as softly i clasp
such fragility
tempered tones
of precious presence
consolence weeps
in silent shades
of serenity’s prescience
echoing
ephemeral aegis
A De-winged Fly Fixed In Brief Repose
on wavering wrest
against mirrored walls erring
spuriously spinning infinitesimal
entangled silken fractal
whelming accursed manacle
of urgent whims cast
inexorably whorled
a de-winged fly fixed
in brief repose
sinuous lamellate shifting
enkindling extricate forge
wrought with exigence
vermillion amative arils
on piste of glistened pist
oping obsidian sky fall
of ephemeral owl
and howling wraith
Under the Ruby Speckled Tree
under the ruby
speckled tree
hours passed
as our past
spilled out before us
random shapes
saw growth
unravel
as strange
as what we have become
soaked in sun-drawn salted dew
so few
I had come to know
softened smiles
would crumble walls
as tall as mountains
exiled
in forgotten flesh
that forged anew
toward the crimson dawn
in sacred solitude
we held forever
ever knowing
nothing more
than love’s gentle cradling
kissed by a fallen gem
now stained
the hues of human
sacrifice
every loss we suffered
shone through
this crooked canvas
as covert cries
wisdom watching
as we wept
vivid breaths
that stilled the air
in wintry wafts
of stolen strength
this lengthy load
now turns languid
In Heart Woven Harmonic Virtue
erstwhile flashes of our enduring tale
have danced across the stage in the theatre of my mind
these lavishly adorned accounts of amorous bliss
render me besotted with the beauty and boldness of your love
your words are as delicate motes of pollen
steadily born upon this weathered breast
breathing vitality anew
as familiar as tea and cake
bringing forth a fabled tapestry of time’s treasured trove
composed of our memories
transcendent twinkle entwined in euphony
the luck that looms our love’s lore lingers eternal
for once again, we have found one another
my spirit rejoices
ringing resonantly throughout the vales of the cosmos
in heart woven harmonic virtue
Fail
please don’t try to talk to me
can’t you see i just want to be left alone?
what’s makes you hold such regard
for the pleasure of you company?
are you suffering from communicative dissonance?
no, i will not look into your eyes
i did everything i could to avoid you
the audacity of your presumption appalls me
what unfathomable circumstance must you have suffered
to lead you to such a state of misapprehension?
why is it that you persist so ardently?
were you raised by a pack of wild wolves?
you’re precisely the reason i dare not venture out
it’s people like you that make it so
people like me cannot function in society
please stop talking
i’m not listening to a word you’re saying
don’t you have anything better to do?
how do you not understand this?
any person with half a mind would have gotten it by now
you must have it really bad for me
god! you’re so pathetic! please go away already!
now you’re really starting to piss me off
don’t make me do something we’re both gonna regret
that’s it! now you’ll understand what i mean once and for all!
i’m sorry what was that? your foot?
i’m standing on your foot?
why didn’t you just say so in the first place?
Ah, Humans
ah, humans being
so wont to not be gotten
so want not to be forgotten
besotted with perpetuance
e’er naught bearing consequence
for quietus looms nigh
as riotous cries are uttered
vying for immortal conquest
dressed in coiled entropy
whilst self-appointing eminence
a burdensome sight
in piteous plight


