I Prefer Not To.
idle thoughts
convict
the
heads of hollow
apparitions
a sentence
of sentient disposition
decomposing
marionettes
in rows of chariots
charging
forged by fear
preoccupation
and abeyant presumption
racing to the finish
lines of faceless pretense
praying
to appease what
is not present
i’m having a false memory about a dream i once had in which we all existed inside of a forgotten pocket of time that had folded in upon itself and transmuted into a vibrational frequency of such dynamic harmonic resonance that encompassed the entirety of all things both quantum and cosmic on a spectrum of infinite looping which so enraptured our corporeal coils in an ensconcing of such esoteric acquiescence that we instantaneously interspersed into the essence of our absence in transcendence to placid dimensions of eminence and omnipresent consciousness that spanned the heavens far beyond the liquid crystal windows through which we present ourselves as denizens in varied states of indiscretion vetting the significance of cognizance amid existence venting to avail our failings falling from our fleshy prisons vying to compose a comprehensive version of our vision through the vices implemented to prevent the avaricious evils that have sequestrated every living soul inside of silent isles of self-exile meanwhile their wastrel lusting spurns our precious chance to dance with freedom compromising all that we had ever grasped into an astral dust then scattered shattering the poignancy that once we stood to gain but rather than forgo the ego they would sooner let go of the reigns whence they had commandeered in vain through poisoning the coursing veins of mother nature with disdain and disregard imparted by their phantom hearts of darkness drowning in disreputable logic marred by hyperbolic deviants colluding with the devil deftly orchestrating devolution of every amalgamation made up of the molecules that rule our only known subsistence in this distant form that undulates between the egress of our fated path from womb to tomb to aftermath whose ingress we are left to guess in ponderance of great distress so dauntingly ubiquitous the impetus of our bequest
having just awoken from a truth
none dare to dream
i reveled in the feeling
of an old familiar friend
for once the house that held this heart
had found itself a home
inhabited by every hapless moment
rapt in youth
i felt a warmth so radiant
where smiles wore freedom’s linger
the foreign touch of fingers
poised to praise and not condemn
i wandered through the shifting walls
of visions so uplifting
while drifting in between
the conscious states that fate once held
a gentle hand was guiding me
through windows of perception
with eyes of every fabled tale
of caring and concern
many arms were reaching out
that left no sting of burden
and words were spoken
with a calming comfort and relief
in this fixed expression of release
like peals of fulgurance
strike every version’s revelations
voiced of your reflection
with resonance, they ring out
to floresce in all dimensions
through broken mirrors
of latent introspection
Faint echoes illicit etchings that stretch
Further than the absence of our distance
Fumbled trails of jumbled digits
Our brains arrange to fit into sense
Reaching for warm vibrations
Resonant within such void
Static glow composing conscious
Countenance to quell our chaos
Astral arcs of crescent cradling
Poignant pools of prose and praise
Forming respite nets that catch
The day’s drawn out dreams
Looming always, weaving landscapes
Love and laughter lift the listless
Transposing painful plights
To smiles persistent, spent of joy
Trickled transit as varied visits
Vagrant visions carry verve
Flights of whimsy brimming over
In binary blurbs that hover nigh
Lighting the length of our plank
We walk to its end so aware
With blank expression
We descend into shared darkness
divergent blades of earthen skin
stretching to escape their reflection
run the length that given time
will find them in each other’s arms
for in that distance, life becomes them
gaining loss, the cost of knowledge
senses dulled to shine the surface
barely sealing in gray matter
searching for the songs that struck
the core of all desires adopted
haplessly stumbling headfirst
into the unknown symphony
every refrain holds its truth
that only retrospect can tell
present states confuse with purpose
phrases blur to stay the hour
culled amalgam worn to worn
each its own reflection’s mirror
marred by moments etched in stasis
paraphrased by remnants squandered
once; as all that never was
must collide and shape anew
where the paths now come together
time persists as non-existent
passages and wayward exits
bound by universal law
jumbled masses huddled so low
breaching fast the dark horizon
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
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
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
Max, or Not 