Perhaps I should have quit while I was ahead…
Solicitudes Become Us
with all that we may stand to gain
or lose
upon a single breath
prudence yet eludes
our voice of truth
flaunting our pathologies
solicitudes become us
highwaymen who strum
submissive hearts
creatures born of covetous
convinced by vaporous conviction
candy coated candor
with a cracker jack surprise
desiccated eyes
no longer fit
to hold this thin disguise
rolling to reveal a hollow head
where tears unshed yet hide
Sharing Is Caring:
Eternal Mirrors
let the earthen bounty
be your pillow
as the balsam breeze
tucks you in its whispered lull
tonight
our frailty
is forgiven
heaven dare not fathom
to assail us
whence we lay
its offerings
are present
for the taking
as prismed apparitions
through shifting crypts of time
searching for the shadow
of forgiveness
where folding stars
outstare the eye of jupiter
death is but a fear unsound
thought traps within
the silent walls that bind us
stepping through
eternal mirrors
on journeys shared as one
‘neath these precious suns
of stoic tempest flare
Sharing Is Caring:
The Fire Consuming All
it is only the truly wicked
who possess a patience
without precedent
biding their time
making the rounds
with a sycophant guile
playing to all parties
to siphon surreptitiously
the fruit born
of their sadist seed
safe within the harbor
of ambiguous locution
summoning boundaries
with care not to overstep
striking
with the sword
of inference
shielded
by vagary
diligently
doling out
their nettled
words of wanton wreckage
draped
in disingenuousness
brazen
like a khalkotauroi
calculating
every move
to prove themselves
the victor
walk with trepidation
my friend
lest ye draw
their straw of ire
for its burden
ne’er retires
the fire
consuming all
Sharing Is Caring:
Furtive Moons
there are only so many metaphors
that serve to justify this pain
so many words
chewed up
and spit back out
onto surfaces
whose purpose
carries all burdens
these feelings are like water
journeying alone
in a fearless freefall
crashing into the earth below
to join the fates
that all have known
still, each fragment
leaves its mark
for others to embark upon
in the hour
of our exodus to exile
the skies belong to one
as one to all
as life itself
bleeds into the eyes
at the horizon
we take our tragic pittance
wrought from anguish
each within the alchemy intrinsic
to their own
to spin the loom
and weave majestic tapestries
of triumph
to share the secrets
intimately held
by furtive moons
Sharing Is Caring:
Take Heed
the well of inspiration draws from sources which are infinite
to bridge connection to each one demands forethought discriminate
we must maintain fastidious pursuit of new experience
to formulate the truth of our expressive voice in variants
each origin is cyclical in its availability
therefore we must commit to an atypical agility
lest we submit to dormancy, a fate surely abhorrent
we must all embrace the stormy seas and revel in the torrent
even everyday minutiae has a merit worth attending
it is only in this spirit does our muse become unending
this exemplifies the reason why we must remain objective
exercising our innate ability to be reflective
analyzing every aspect of the open world around us
sees us not to jeopardize our very existential impetus
for many things persist within this life which can demoralize
in manners most ubiquitous seen fit to leave us compromised
thus rendering creative function far less than fortuitous
engendering superlative compunction most gratuitous
it is upon such moments when doth art submit to artifice
and hearts succumb to numbness amid constructs born of avarice
therefore we must ensure to heed a purity of influence
and shore up our defenses courting verity with confidence
to hearken only calls which bear the mark of authenticity
embarking on our journey poised with prudent perspicacity
for muse is but a fickle and capricious force by nature
to abuse it only serves to redefine its nomenclature
hence, we must stay mindful and forgo the fruit found on the lowest branch
lest we are left to wallow in the throes of sophist circumstance
and such is not a fate abating idealization
of our suicidal woes, condemning our souls to damnation
Sharing Is Caring:
Pretty Much
i make
like an irate
illiterate
who likes
to alliterate
Sharing Is Caring:
Accursed Ring
i have worn
this banded armor
shorn away
by silent toll
even now
in days diminished
erstwhile sentiments yet hold
idle hands
have stayed my purpose
vice allays
the spirit’s wake
tears erode
this pallid surface
worthless feelings
ne’er abate
dulling
from the desert sun
has robbed me
of my own perception
burning shadows
stabbed my eyes
and stole her
from the moon’s reflection
Sharing Is Caring:
Drifting Into Ruin
our distance
belies summation
amid the sacred frivol
we chose
to quantify
ourselves
defiant
like the sentience
of existence
inundated
with the drivel
waning tides forgot
to tell
timeless dimensions
lay between
the worlds
within these walls
teemed with apprehension
we haplessly watch
verity unfurl
drifting
into ruin
Sharing Is Caring:
Retro-Spectrum
time
was the circumstance
that drove paper nails
through weightless
coffins
to think
we once knew
as desperately
we dangled
from tresses
of concession
composed of gold
which stretched
for many miles
beyond
the trenches
of our youth
i look now
upon days gone
eschewing
but nowhere
are you to be found
lost
perhaps
in the vaulted yonder
where obsidian
gaurds
the earthen tomb
Max, or Not 
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