I Prefer Not To.
do or don’t
it doesn’t matter
all the world’s will
yet won’t
try your best
or give up trying
don’t deny
that both are
moot
should you stay
or should you go
you shouldn’t
have to ask
to know
that
every woman
every man
and every fate
is ever damned
for love
will find a way
it’s true
to court
the death of me
and you
love is
a cancer
it cancels
out logic
we can’t
seem to stop it
from consuming
all
our minds
rarely consent
our hearts
inconsistent
its threat
ever constant
consigned
to its fate
Some dude I once knew told me it was imperative that I should convey the message that he loves every one of you and that he understands that each one of us is a human being each with our own infinite array of cosmically complex experiences that are not to be judged by any person, including oneself. Life is but an ever-changing series of briefly nuanced eras. Each one with its own uniquely distinct energy signature that we experience in vibrational frequencies existing only within that moment. Cherish these feelings, for the only time we may ever again be able to taste such moments is in the ethereal realm of our dreamscapes in the hypnagogic aftermath of a soporific sentience.
In spite of life’s discord and dissonance that might leave you feeling otherwise, the fact is you are loved and appreciated. We needn’t the crutch of frail words which might fail us. Our presence is one of effusive fluorescing that reaches the farthest filaments of reality. it is impossible for any matter, be it living, non-living, corporeal, or non-corporeal to traverse this cryptic chaos without the interchange of energy on a scale most prolific. Our actions, regardless of their magnitude, affect countless things. Though one might have not yet been privy to such truths, the fact is that their essence is known, loved, and appreciated by potentially infinite instances of consciousness that span a contiguous flow.
The nature of existence is the ebb and flow of all things leading into balance. It is necessary for us to disengage at times so that we may grow and learn independently of others. The journey of understanding is one composed of many companions but the processing of its components can only take place within ourselves. Please take care not to mistreat yourself, nor others. We are here solely by infinitely random chance. These forms which we inhabit are frail and susceptible to all forces including those which we are unable to see or comprehend. Every second of our reality is unique unto itself, yet, is also synced to the eternal singularity of space and time.
Let us revel in the vibrations of loving energy that inhabit this realm of sempiternity. And let us not be swayed by the happenstance of this physical plane that seems so rife with unfathomable anguish and despair. Our cognizance is born of perceptual context. We cannot know beauty without knowing its suffering. Vortical balancing is the eternal state of all things. We must allow for this truth lest we create an internal imbalance leading to the exacerbation of our own existential entropy.
Energy must be allowed to flow through all dimensions in its natural state of fluidity. When any form thereof is left to stagnate, it will manifest in toxic and harmful ways. Let it flow through you as is was meant to. Give and receive love freely but never attempt to harvest nor harbor it. Allow yourself the freedom of this cosmic coalescence. Love is the force that connects all things. This is why I can truly say that I love you and why you can know this to be true.
Let the universe flow through your soul as your soul flows through the universe.
<3 Max
meet me
where the shadows drift
apart
from who we are
where waning tides
reveal the rift
that weeps
into the stars
wrap me
amid layers
of a long
forgotten kiss
our voices
led astray
upon the solace
of your lips
shake me
to the rhythm
of our innocence
denied
pray not let us
fall
into a conscious
state of lies
for all
this world
has proven
naught
but torment in reprise
and so
we take our leave
as sorrows bleed
for you and i
somewhere
along this wayward
path
i lost
the sum
of you
in broken
buttons
crumpled
papers
whispers
faintly
promised
to reflections
we once
bared
scattered
over trails
capricious
memories
thread precious
pleas
plotting
their escape
like petty fools
from plighted faith
parched
from implore
upending
thoughts
would mark
the path
that led me
to your vested
heart
when vagrants
sought
the stars
and charted
the descending
hours
of our last
reverie
rapt
in such despair
’til all
that i could
see
were driftless
streaks
of blackness
stripped
amid
the grip
of shame
unearthed
where flashing
shades
of pompeii
stayed
in grim dispart
impressed
upon
the distant
sky
estranged
a world
apart
To truly
Command
The acceptance
Of truth
With willful
Embrace
Of its burden
Of proof
And freedom
To think
With a presence
Of mind
Where no
Precedent
Lies
To boldly opine
Unfettered
Not tethered
To fear’s
Phantom mime
In weather
Tempestuous
Calming and kind
To choose
Paths shone
Virtuous
Of our
Volition
When faced
With the gravest
Of selfless
decisions
To look
Beyond
Boundaries
With sound
Sight
To see
Without our own
Ego’s affliction
We are free
To learn
From mistakes
We must bear
Consequence
Acknowledge
All factors
Of its circumstance
Whilst disregarding
Frivolous
Dalliance
And focusing
Efforts
On things
Relevant
To offer
Oneself
Without pretense
Surrendered
To harbor
No thought
Of contempt
Erring tender
Toward life
Which exists
Outside that
Of our own
Attending
The home
One should ne’er
Shore alone
To listen
So that we
Might then
Understand
The magnitude
Of all fates
Since wrought
By man
To requite
The status
Usurped
By frail men
That brazenly
Preaches
Of false
Creation
Casting such
Shadows
Whose ire
Knows
No bounds
The burden
All women
Are forced
To live
Down
For bearing
The gift
Men would
Deem to revere
Presented
Through patriarchs
Pandering fear
And once
Verity
Avails our
Conscious grasp
Our love
May be worthy
Of woman
At last
I stay up too late
Never get enough rest
But I don’t give a fuck
Give me all
Of the salt and butter
Sugar and fat
It doesn’t mean shit to me
Fill me up with pills
Pills pills pills pillls
Pills
I need to stop
Existing
I will fuck everything up
Beyond that which seems humanly possible
I amaze myself at times
Others would be amazed too
If they knew
How much I loved you
i clamor to comply
to her arduous hours
of ardent dripping
devouring
precious petaline
lips of veiled tempest
siren’s plumage
sinking
into madness
overtaken
with aching
chorus
and crushing ingress
crashing
into swallowing shores
of unabashed
thrashing
on jagged crests
of turbulent valence
drag me down
to where misery
serves its reckless conquest
abreastly heaving
a synchronous song
like heathens
in a heaven
untold
where breathless cries
of wincing
pent
breach liquescent
the chasm
of krios
beyond our
spent desires
through the mirror
of time
when the hour fell bleak
a rippling spied
the outlier
appearing
in ragged reproach
an artifact without
precedence
that spoke of adoration
dire
ere a doting hope
sang
its parting prelude
from where i now sit
in a cold eclipse
of dreariness
laced
with mistled tears
spent aloft
these long planes
of bondage
i fondly resigned
my mind’s production
flashing its garish marquee
for all to see
foreshadowing
disparity profound
were it not sustained
by wispy druids
of pigment piqued
no further
query
averted eyes
trained vigilant
this chronicle
of maddened youth
swore your rigid head
invalid
with never more
truth
scorned a lustful red
as prideful irony
now reigns
in the void
of expectation
shadows crept
the length
of disquietude
distilled
in the wonder
of our willful dearth
lumbering
through morass
when last we plundered
this scorching earth
she blindly scrawled
three bold runes
that burn yet
still
within
this piteous pith
of tormented ruin
immune
to time’s retelling
they rave and revel
in a rogue reminisce
Max, or Not 
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