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When Hours Watched My Hands Do Nothing

Wandering through a wastrel’s wasteland
Waist deep in my own submission
Balsam wafting soft and balmy
Etched comforts in hues familiar
Flailing aimlessly, distorting the output

Sorted seasons claim the sands
When hours watched my hands do nothing
No rush to catch the fallout
No push appealing parable
Crushing complacency

Whispers speak of lost dimensions
Mentions of mistaken meaning
Sent to distant dusty darkness
Now forsaken from the list
Kissed with known fate fulfilled

In the dance that framed the fire
Swaying ever free from doubt
Routing race of natural movement
Sand to joint on moment’s cue
Pointing to the smallest hand stroke

Squandered in a squalid square

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Dashing Dots Upon Infinity’s Infamy

here are we so precarious of perch
lurching forth with netted nonchalance
the implication of the hourglass holding steadfast
flashing to and fro in temporal turmoil
each instance a siphon upon our soul
folding our feelings of fallen conceptions
into sediment we so soon forget
the decadence of our ignorance
arrives with haste to come calling
some things it seems are not aligned
with this portion of permanence set into stone
stolen by a stubborn notion
so potent, relentless in persistence and plausibility
soon shall these sands slowly swallow
my countenance, eroding the shoal
surfacing in ashen artifacts of astral assimilation
dashing dots upon infinity’s infamy
disbanded formations of static stratae
strewn about to conformity’s constructs
commencing descent into vortical conclusion

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In Daydreams Serene

in soporific sentience settling
i sit, soaking up the stoical stillness
tis the paragon of peaceful ponderance
where tranquility trumps trepidation
as velvet pistils on parchment availed
of subdued splendored prose of ambrosia
gone are the ghosts of vespertine void
as visions spurred by dawn’s embrace assuage
the looming days of yore up yonder
have vanished amid the sun kissed blare
but dare not stare into the bladed onset
in present context, let us resonate in harmony
awash in one another’s solace
in daydreams serene

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Dormant Sea

bound by none
a captive of my own dormant sea
coercing contrivance

culled of indolence
each letter bearing down
with the weight of immutability

muniting this effigy’s mired affectations
where i hover in harrowed paresis
with hastening mind
and spent filings spurned

i lean hard upon whetstone
perpetual vacillation
dulling to impasse

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Wastrel’s Words

what are words but sound decaying
how absurd, how profound, what are we saying
taken out of context, texting and perfecting
neglecting the reflection that glares from the surface
echoes etch away
sonically eroding the deepened valley
ricocheted dialogues
chip away our chipper ways
ardently absorbing infinite arrangements
yet flippantly forgoing featured subtext
utterance unfolding, unsurpassable
through the window of our mind
plausibly presuming, grooming narratives inside
to hide the looming paradox to which we’re all confined
adjectives synonymous to every known truth await
to be conveyed and captured
kept inside or pushed away
knowing these narratives which speak our only voice
detailing every moment
logging long, the loss of day
the thoughts that ground our consciousness
subconsciously displayed
will grant us not the notion, nor the knowing what to say
connected disconnection in impressions that we make
subjectively surround the severed sounds that fall prostrate
the function of our wallowing
the cognitive cascade of chemical biology
systemic in its ways
like frozen fractals falling soon to melt and dissipate
to sate the seeds we sow and grow
the garden of our fate

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Pilfered Wit

how i reach in wretched vain
from pits of inadequate compensation
vanishing fast from false perspective

where infinity reigns as hope eternal
iridescent blooms aligning neatly
drape skyward walls internalized

pin pricks draw forth vacant breath
from home, to house, to emptiness
our illusory existence shall set adrift

so hear these words but soon forget
these harbingers of pilfered wit
as paltry as our impermanence

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Synthetic Eyes of Ghostliness

moments pass
without discretion
woolen tangerine yet blares
framed
as though it were alone
as i
when every tear
touched paper

those rising redwoods stand
aloft
stark in contrast
bark to flesh

an old friend’s triumph
over fallen redwood
ever forefront
his eyes still speak
to me
this day

subtle dreams
were left between
to foster love
less nuanced
even i cannot recall
in light
of geometric wrest

frozen
into false creation
stories cast upon
recall
life once ventured
beyond
the vague demise
captured
by synthetic eyes
of ghostly senses

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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

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Revered Red Rose

revered red rose
plucked perfection
silken sheen of sworn silphium
passion implied through echoed glances
sparking bursts amid darkness reborn

gaze into ephemeral beauty
bathe now in the sweet aroma
ardently drink of its naked nectar
meandering through the copious crevices

the coming onset of the scarab horde persists
as breaths of dormant decay allay the boatman
reaping what was smote, in amorous embalming

witness the wanton wilting of lilting languish
spill unto the fetid fragrance freed
silence seeds the silt that striates solemnly
in semblances of stranded sky dust blanched
await the reunion of remnants restructured

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Shedding My Soul for Bedding

In Chambers of abundant void
Decadent decay ensues
Peering past spectacled sphere
Allaying my undoing
Fear cast upon mangled mass
Dangling over moral mendacity
In pendulant descent
Shedding my soul for bedding
To usher in the dawn
Amorous armor, brittle and tarnished
Halted momentum
Of bare wire frame
Cognizance compromised
With time’s absconding
The hour’s toll looming
I pray, not awaken
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