to see you
is to understand
the urgent sway
of gravity
the spectrum
of infinite hues
precious molecules
in bonding
you fill my primal senses
with the knowledge
thought divine
Science
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
Sharing Is Caring:
Transmuted
there are more thoughts
within this faint entropic masquerade
than will ever see the humility of expression
were that they could be fit for some metaphor
that might convey a sense of infinite eternity
alas, the landscape which bears the collective essence
of my earthly experience cycles in an orbit
as scant as the tip of this pen
I am but a mere fleck of fading ink
revolving around a feckless dash of happenstance
one that once saw fit to encompass
every fiber of my fleeting flesh
fortifying a form so feeble
with belief that life was far more
than just the sum of its paltry components
the feeling which fate is remissful to frivol
that which defines a purposeful flight
through this finite illusion
alluding to skies that touch freedom
where fear goes to rest
to say I had fallen would be folly
for such would imply that I was not
as flat to the ground when first I found footing
flooded with rains wrung from wrenched rumination
relinquishing all of my being
into hinterland arms of her wintry repose
Sharing Is Caring:
Implicit
i clamor to comply
to her arduous hours
of ardent dripping
devouring
precious petaline
lips of veiled tempest
siren’s plumage
sinking
into madness
overtaken
with aching
chorus
and crushing ingress
crashing
into swallowing shores
of unabashed
thrashing
on jagged crests
of turbulent valence
drag me down
to where misery
serves its reckless conquest
abreastly heaving
a synchronous song
like heathens
in a heaven
untold
where breathless cries
of wincing
pent
breach liquescent
the chasm
of krios
beyond our
spent desires
through the mirror
of time
Sharing Is Caring:
Ode to Scutty’s Buns Revisited
mister scutty.
buns.
mine eyes take to sea
draped in black damask
ask, upon what merit
to what do i owe
thy fine mask of sinew
in shadowed remorse
i lay vexed
exquisite.
a freedom formed
born of toilsome task
such winsome,
this ass
grasping in folly
i falter, forlorn
this finest of fannies
far more than fixed eye
could e’er hold candle to
sand doth sift
and so shifts time
o buns of golden mote
i dote on this fire
to hold what is naught
but a phantom fandango
so taut with transgressions
in visions foretold
foreboding alabaster sheath
aglow
no, asunder
plundering depths
taste tears of sallowed vitae
were strength as a flower
this truth, seed and all
should fall as the hour
when tower doth beckon
thy buns!
thy buns!
o scutty!
skyward flesh effused
obfuscated realms of sordid sanctity
below is a shifting
uplift yea!
uplifting
muted trepidation
threat or compliance
lo, golden buns of stardust waver
o scutty!
buns that scintillate liquescent
‘neath the moonlight’s tremble
in cries of haute
wielding scepter
Sharing Is Caring:
in the middle of the night
in the middle of the night
on a frozen platitude
it was simple and sublime
just a thinkin’ ’bout you
Sharing Is Caring:
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:
Silphiums
ruing the remnants dissemblant
were silphium seeds etched in silver
cast into pockets of penance
from lovers in wretched remorse
confined to colluded delusion
where atrium gardens once grew
as swift as a handful of arils
denied every season its bloom
a lulling lament left them hardened
as reason complied with dissent
and gloom granted fools divine ardor
where stars perch upon moons crescent
Sharing Is Caring:
Roseate Lips
having read
the words
i had written
i lay somber
in solitude
soft strands
of sorrow
trace
this weary face
unable to understand
the nature
of perception
painting
my known reality
in scenes
of dormant verve
where torment falls
into tedium’s abyss
this resignation
squanders
the heart’s of men
quashing freed spirits
these tears are more
than salted dew
they whisper
thoughts
of hopeless wander
knowing
their fate
to be forsaken
swaddled in
this brimming cauldron
of cacophonous echoes
refused
their final
resting place
that lay within
your heart
what sorrow
this truth
weighs upon me
for i have come
to comprehend
its toll
as winter
now descends
brisk and bright
with snow-blanched walls
i fall
to find the fears
from which i have
forever fled
surround me
in my umbral journey
i have nothing
present
to pacify
the passing
hours
and prudence,
ever the afterthought
yet
here i lay
drenched
in tears
that draw
but one
conclusion
the illusion
of now
is the illustration
that streaks across
my mind’s eye
like light
that lived
so long ago
now soaring
above silent shadows
to show the truth
of temporal permanence
this
you have awakened
within me
i can only watch
as perfumed petals
waft
from roseate lips
Sharing Is Caring:
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
Max, or Not 
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