Ember
love looms amid the earthen shrine
in contrast with truth
pressing onto parchment
muted musings left lingering
for glancing eyes that gaze in contempt
aghast at the ongoing display of decadent debauchery
never have they known such indiscretion
yet none can speak for what is known
the radiance, disarming
its cadence grows stronger
echoing into the abyss of anguish
from one, to other
bearing no consequence of relevant toll
rolling like a snow bound stone
enjoyed by the sun
all of these ancestral affectations
airs of artifice agonizing over every breath
spilled out onto the landscape like leaves
leading to disarray, in lost portrayal
sweet strands of vermilion lick like flames
framing such fragile alabaster allure
alone and aloft
soft tones of humility
exuding from hearth
set upon this heart
rekindled by kindred coalescence
windswept into one regret
and set to the serenity of solitude’s song
Sharing Is Caring:
Context
shadows whisper a name most familiar
set to song in the key of entropy
steadied strikes assail the mind’s doorway
each effort to answer met with lulling silence
our truths are not told in mere content alone
lest we have naught but a skeleton’s passage
implore as we might, as surely as we seek
a picture to placate our desolate dialogue
shall nary replace the toilsome turning
of pages not privy to prodding nor poring
a misbegotten narrative so begets
but is not soon forgotten
by seraphim stripped, a perilous play
for prismatic plumage portrayed
by peacock in prominent display
will waver in iridescent hues
defined by light cast from perspectives
as told by the heart that would seeketh
Sharing Is Caring:
Crescent Shore
Sharing Is Caring:
A Pen Is
a pen is in my hand
standing on the edge of eden
unfurled fruition of fancied frolic
or icy exile of self domain
imminent refrain
constraining commune
immune yet immured
as marred as marital malady
the mighty unmentionable
extension of our pretense
portending wrath so tender
rending mathematics
moot as mute mire’s mooring
Sharing Is Caring:
Upon the Hourglass’ Turn
swaying blades of peridot
alight amid azurite horizon
of clement citrine sunset
in velveteen palanquin
draped in silk brocade
jade hairpin askew
wonted truth presaging
the seizing solemnity
by crook of Anubis
we tendered the ferryman’s toll
stolid in this stagnant state
as fate shed its veils before us
upon the hourglass’ turn
emergent, we shuffled off
our toilsome coils rejoicing
Sharing Is Caring:
Ephemeral Souls
unabashed silphium sleeve
impassioned pleas
uttered free from restraint
spirit, bold as black damask
in meadows of pasque
with prose unsurpassed
peculiarly non pareil
pressed onto parchment
in prismatic pigments sprawling
arranged in the strangeness
of strands set at random
expanding in nebulous bloom
wreath of sloe flowing
in slow rippled cadence
diffusely drawn out reaching all
as an echo eternalized
amid jutting earth scarred
and scattering sky of ensconcing
ethereal energies emanate
from mien marred by mask
of perpetual phantom interface
Sharing Is Caring:
Expressing In Ebb & Flow
with each passing era
my loss becomes greater
greater than the gains I stood to enjoy
textured from trudging
against every grain
abstaining from that which my peers would embrace
though much have I learned
having leapt into darkness
the pages turned have since shed their words
falling like life as decay takes its setting
to make room for the new
this once I knew
expressing in ebb and flow
exploring existence
from exile to exit consumed by exhaustion
pin pricks of rarest occurrence have flourished
into the tapestried vaults of my heart
silently singing the truth of my love
my gratitude still greater than all I have voiced
for every encounter
of chance or choice
moments stirred mountains
yet spawned from a speck
a single simple notion that gathered such moss
hastening upward the apex was sudden
but in this descent my heart has abandoned
this trek, still I remain
framed by all that I have lost
all that I have gained
I now refrain
Sharing Is Caring:
Sentiment
Should you ever shine on these salt sodden shores
I pray that your radiance will judge me not
I can only be all that I have known of love
Max, or Not 