when i turn to see your face
in imprints left behind
foreign shapes of shallow depth
sow shifting rifts through time
false impressions follow paths
alluding truths unknown
straying from our trail of tears
to find me here, alone
as stone erodes ‘neath gushing stream
all that stood to endure
would crumble fast to fill the cracks
of figments now obscured
languishing in hope abandoned
lost in reverie
vanquished, all but one memento
burning on my sleeve
Every Thought Denied Existence
Every thought denied existence
Lingers long in realms of rue
Just as truths untold persist
Subconsciously in shades imbued
To our known ideal of self
We struggle in estranged subdue
What is shown through what is held
Is often not revealed eschewed
On this fickle precipice
Lie all expressions fraught with fear
Hanging on the impetus
Of what impressions wrest our peers
If our minds are left to excess
Overburdened, undermined
Ever will impending duress
Govern what things we may find
Still, with stubborn heads relentless
Silencing the heart’s desire
Suffer as these false intentions
Surface surfeit of our ire
Felled Fast On Her Shoulder
adrift in each moment
her tempestuous waters writhing
beneath skies which she granted her garden of hues
in fading horizons
define earth from heaven
concealed amid coppice
hedge sodden shores strewn
spring forth strands of stardust
felled fast on her shoulder
as desert winds balmy lift spiralling plumes
on journeys unspoken
unknown to mere men
in glacial abandon on axis exiled
and tropical canopies bursting with breath
encompassing spectrums
infinity’s view
she trembles in trenches
untouched by the sun
to shift the foundation
with fury fomenting
ascending to heights
said to humble the beholden
unfurling as scrolls inscribed with tales tragic
Surface Tension
In transient thoughts of our truths sent to exile
Urgent as molten earth, looms at dawn’s hour
Sediments layered in shades of complexity
Granules composed of her prismed epistles
Dissembled semblances seep through the surface
In whispered epiphanies sown of the hearth
Beckon this consciousness in blaring eclipse
So futile are all motions clamoring banishment
Symphonies reign as crescendos cry skyward
Her name doth ascend where height fears no silence
So lucid the path has lain forthright and linear
Transpicuous impetus lifts sunken tread
Should words not express bemused skies revolve timeless
Such sorrowful drops would cut vales through the brow
When sudden a shattering wretched shriek stricken
Streams forth a faint filament brimming abound
And ardent illusions felled softly in flicker
Now shepherd this shackled breast cleft in clement
Judge
those who judge have not yet walked
in footsteps whence life lived was wrought
that sunken soil shall level all
left standing in the place we fall
cast not a stone, with guilt bar none
for naught is known, alone as one
to take such solace in the wrath
imagined of another’s path
will yield a world of false ideals
fantasy told as though real
though dubious, remain devout
and grant the benefit of doubt
we must heed what the mirror reveals
reflections of our hearts concealed
should we forsake this one known truth
then humans are as humans do
She Breathes Freedom
the faintest of whispers has beckoned
as rifts tear the moon’s lake ashore
in shifting shades of amaranthine
adrift as ambivalence alters salt of earth
she sits beside tides of diremption
surrendered to none, bride of shrewd
intrinsic to all things surrounding
what kings relinquish, wish fortuitous birth
when walls built to crumble creation
fall silt in penumbral nuance
her sendal strands flicker abeyance
portraying what laymen e’er grasping could not
and days press like parchment to florae
indelible eras bygone
in swells of a weltering fallout
dispelling adduction, such freedom knew aught
Words Would Impede
words would impede my need to express
this feeling that bleeds as it beats from my chest
a symbol of infinite bounding enclosed
as simple and intricate sounds when composed
in beams of sooth glistening undular form
where dreams aloof mistle tinged grossular storms
constructing fine prism weaved wafts of silk snared
substructing holism leaves not gestalt reared
for euphonic escalade rendered so mute
bore sonic tirade so tender afoot
Further Than the Absence of Our Distance
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
If Only…
if only you would
my heart might land in your grasp
alas, it greets ground
Feigning
The analysis of unseen eyes persists in silent echoes
My words as water washed in oil
Set to flame in umbral skies
Prism of portending precedent
Prattling prose of impropriety



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