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

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

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

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

Temporality 

Time is not moulded clay
Meant to cradle impermanence
It moves with freedom
Minds cannot discern
We tread upon its trails, intrepid
Trivialities of atrophying form
Availed of all that falls before us
Envisioned of our own volition
Bound by realm of rusted blood
Etched in scrawling strewn askew
Washed away as whitened waves
Scorching scant displays of squalor
Songs of stringed structure lull
Swallowed by such forces fervent
Fraught with thoughts of relevance
And promised flights of light anew

To Exist

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

O Muse Sublime

o muse of trembling ardor
perched upon what precipice
wax adoring or abhorring
beauteous capricious wisp
beckon thoughts to naught surrender
fleeting free fall fraught with flame
solace in reckless abandon
consequence of hazard aim
intervals hail flippant airs
qualms aloof and proof left scorned
paradox of quine requiem
to what behest dost now adorn

Emptied Unto Arms of Clay

verity as thought forsaken
lingers long in clouds of lead
twisting spires of wrought contortion
sown distortion courting dread

shedding hours spread like reddened
ire devours descending rope
mooring of our own portending
fastened to facades of hope

torn asylum trickles onward
all the equid etched terrain
hobbled oath inflecting inward
emptied unto arms of clay

adulating spurs complacent
erubescent indigence
abrogating fate’s insistence
airing anthropomorphic

affectation errs evincing
mocking amorous proclaim
sacred bond absconds as mincing
silencing the heart’s refrain