take your everything
all you would have me believe
and kindly fuck off
A Siren Emblazoned of Sin
drenched in onyx ocean’s armor
army of solitude sheathe
content with nothing less than ardor
that writhes like tempestuous seas
her words sting inflection most dual
where notions of knowing concede
subverting convention though cruel
auspiciously sowing her seed
immutable thoughts put upon her
dry as mercurian mead
visage besotted with somber
neath crimson devonian sweep
as remnants are rent upon her wake
embellishing tempest allures
the advent of all one would forsake
to relish in context so pure
but nary a tale ere hath regaled
in squalid halls of ill repute
for fear of the wrath which she impales
once bold turned to stolid refute
should eyes sympathize her meander
with haste caution cast upon wind
a wicked demise thou wouldst pander
a siren emblazoned of sin
Sharing Is Caring:
Time In Tides Shall Find Her
time in tides shall find her
wrapped in aimless waiver
jutting like a wayward bough
frowns the upturned sky
slivers lost tinged conifer
swallow then her song
echoes now unravel distant
from bead to silent fractal
as breath that warms this shoulder
Sharing Is Caring:
As Fire Afflicts Antilogous Pole
errant wafts of ghostly whispers struggle to sway
but their words fall in magnetic arrest
boring through terrestrial layers
halting
when furnace beckons
sorrowed drops have inscribed twin vales upon this sallow shell
fallow, bereft of fleeting filament
hours composed of decomposing
poised to frivol away
as fire afflicts antilogous pole
Sharing Is Caring:
Wistful Expire
wayward sprawl swallow
now this fetid coil
dull and diminished
as wrought steel in toil
sinuous loom of ethereal tense
pen courting
indelible consequence
speckled array born
of absent remains
silence embracing
the advent of change
entropy tranquil
soft somatic seel
allaying dismay
bled of wray unto wheel
opium skies
shadow tinged stringent eyes
compartmentalized
fades the subconscious mind
welled wisps soon felled
as dost life quell desire
where worlds listless
persist in wistful expire
Sharing Is Caring:
Timeth of Day
every inkling inked upon
this parchment which thee followeth
prose composed, of blood t’was forged
in mine own drops of sorrow
still, displayed in erred ways
as though t’were born of naught
the truth beholden to beest told
in moments seldom sought
to some seemeth incessant
streams of trite grandiloquence
though none has’t seen such broken dreams
smite mine own countenance
i’ll not recant if thou wouldst grant
thine audience of heart
through such eyes thou dare not encave
from truths these words impart
and though verbose these thoughts
impose upon thee with intent
so doth convey mine own dismay
allaying consequence
if thou protests, i wilt request
with haste beest on thy way
for i’ve not might, to grant
the likes of thee timeth of day
Sharing Is Caring:
Breaching Fast the Dark Horizon
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
Sharing Is Caring:
Truth
once observed, though set in stone
bears nothing more than what is known
witness to that which shall remain
a silent captive of refrain
left unclaimed from whence was wrought
feigned and framed as though t’was naught
availed victim now put on trial
with guilt transposed of bold denial
the crimson press of waxen seal
behold the toll left unrevealed
responsibility eschewed
the mockery of known truth
Sharing Is Caring:
Truth Idealized
aromatic petals waft into the mind’s display
sowing memories of life unto the heart’s array
hands that never idle draw upon this weary face
siphoning the spirit, carapace soon turns to waste
thoughts endearing, dwindle like a spindle spiralling on
fraught with fears like kindling tends the tender fire till dawn
helpless to observe the truths impressed upon our flesh
soft and supple, weak and wary, worn under duress
standing on the pillaged past to peer into our fate
captured in reflections to which we cannot relate
poised upon the precipice of poignancy implied
haunted by the visions of our truth idealized
Sharing Is Caring:
Infinity Still Residing
awaken to the void
vespertine avenues vanish
awash in bittersweet moments
memories of absconded youth
infinity still residing
on the tip of my tongue’s refrain
folding into crumbling worlds
caught between in silent hues
where your warmth imbued the stars
in dreams that beam salvation
falling over limbs of lumber
hapless, bearing fate so sweet
Max, or Not 
You must be logged in to post a comment.