Every Foul Minute of It

It is far too grotesque
A festering pile
Of ego, irritation, and squalor

It is doomed
Set adrift from the others
Sent lumbering abroad
For all the shadows of the world

To carry on and cope
Means to part from the mind
To scream from the depths
Of a drunken demise

It is far gone in poison
And drab

Forevermore lost
From the eyes
Of the heedful and kind


For the Few Precious Moments

For the moments
Where nothing more is said
And we sit idly by
In the haze of our wants
And needs

True silence
Enormous and pure
Where the inroads make way
For the truths long sought

When our time pulls away
In bound to disband
And nightfall
Hails so sudden

We sail on in reverence
Sworn to our silence
As the treasure of bliss

As the rapture within
Spirals higher
And higher

Passing On

Merely passing
Letting passions unfold
All the romance
And the fast-flare of being

Untouched yet weary
In the weight of spent verse
I coast undeterred
In the bold name of fright

From the ancestral night
To a murdering
And fretful eclipse
I stroll on
In the haze of myself

As the light of our lives
So hatefully slips by
Sent withering and wailing
To be heartlessly grazed

Finding Disfavor

Snagged by a miserable gust
In the fast-flowing moments
Familiar ground is lost

Only faint words prevail
Beneath seafaring eyes
Consumed, by the lust
In an uncharted sky

Spent forevermore
New shorelines are forged
As the old frame dulls
A disfavored
And cancerous void

A Fateful Day for Some

What right do I have to bask?
On this fateful day
Where tragedy unfolds
For most

As I wade
In their timeless squalor
My world runs warm
Prosperous, jubilant and full

What right do I have to despair?
On this rose-colored plain
So young and forgiving

For liveliness chimes on end
From each towering peak
From each beautiful
Juvenile low I meet

A Host of Unnamed Regrets

I’m ashamed
Reeling in the marshes
Of unclaimed remains
The treachery left strewn

Tottering sickly
Boiling to the brim
In the fumes of remorse
Defused, defamed

Trudge for your life
Your crimes lie in wait
All souring displaced
And frozen in rage

Trudge and be skewered
And pour the same way
In a torrent of lost passion
Into rivers lead astray

Affectionate Lies

Short on affectionate lies
I grow fond of peace
Of being lowered
In silence

The truth erodes
My wholesome
And finer half

The truth erodes
As I strive
To be tame

So much
For the kindhearted words
I rushed to dispense
As a fretful
And fear-ridden child

My tact grows thin
And rancid

Faint in its call
Cold and firm

Stray Panicked Lines

Pondering leads the way
To fallen dams
And stray panicked lines

Yet sure is the desperate call
Of our rational half
The scouring
And sly quiet reaper

Then sudden
Is the full view of the world
The conqueror
Of devious dreams

And so we must relent
Or die awash
Left cold
On the outer
Fringes of worth