Prologue to a Dream

 
I evade the falling fragments
In the prologue of reveries
As I brace for solid ground
And the agony
I’ll surely meet

Shards glitter without care
Brazen in their fall
Torn from the panes
That once cradled their sheen

Gaping windows
Peer helplessly
From above

At the sinking spectacle
The mindless
The wasteful
Unraveling

And the dark feeds
Upon this harrowing leap
As a bottomless vacuum
To which
My limbs
Adhere

Reveries consume
My juvenile frame
Until I am hoisted high
By the fish hooks of day

A Shrine to Former Years

 
It was merely a falling flicker
The dying glimmer
I’ll carry each day

Striving to be reclaimed
By the endless pastures of old
Yields only present anguish
Unwavering miles of regret

The mind must sculpt
Its shrine to former years
To spin the threads of remorse
In each grueling instant
Of misty-eyed reeling

I have found my home
In the care of memory
To slave away hopelessly
And loop for all of my years

Torn from Self

 
To be pried away
From this rotting matter
These ailing contours
I am cursed to inhabit

And to peer outward
Stripped of all dismay
Shall surely salvage
My havoc laden conscience

Into the greater opus
The bustling span of wilderness
I shall be replenished
Reaping, the earth’s timeless fables

A Farewell to Panorama

 
The scenic view
Has diminished once again
Undone by a passing flicker
And the final gusts
In close pursuit

Cradled in desolation
I am doomed to conspire
To conceive tomorrow’s plains
Of vibrant green
And meandering veins of blue

Shall it come to pass
In these infertile moments
Shall its roots sprawl in defiance
And triumph over the dust

The mind strains
But the cause is all for naught
And the moments defer
Like herds at a drover’s call

Day's Spent Floundering

Beneath snow-capped ranges
Upturned and forgotten
By daybreak we meet
With the same desolate glare

I stir unfulfilled
As a waning sliver of youth
A disheveled wanderer
Marooned, to the contours of home

Where voices rage
Like iron-clad beasts
Trading the horrors
That fester violently within

Words arch hatefully
As I wade for hopeful shores
From the river’s eternal chorus
Where I flounder
Time after time

Pulsating

 
Torrential havoc
Gushes violently
From every sweltering pore

Dry words escape
Fleeing the loom of inferno
As the perils of the mind
Stampede beneath my flesh

Like frantic refugees
Streaming fearfully
From the fervid pulse of war

With eyes fixed forward
I let them take flight
As the towering flames
Envelope,ravage
And rage among the ashes

An Inconstant Horizon

 
I am the wooden vessel
Cleaving the icy current
Caught in perpetual veering
Bereft
Of reason or focus

Entranced
By the inconstant horizon
My purpose arisen
From each mist-shroud daybreak

Nightfall
I diverge
In the ocean’s treacherous pull
Propelled by wind
And the surf’s iron whim

Before the immortal rage
The merciless span of havoc
I’ll relish in my imploring reach
For the shoreline’s
I'll never attain

For Scavengers

 
Savagely carved
And minced to uselessness
I remain, a souring heap
With vitals lumbering
Toward the arms of sure decay

Beneath the infernal rage
Of the high cart wheeling sun
My flesh singes away
Blistering in the scourge
Of my foolish stagnation

Paralyzed
My existence boils
Sprawled hopelessly
To endure
Submissively and frail

No complaints
Can escape me
In this rightfully earned
Mire of strife

Agony Thrives

 
A steep fall
And lightening flares
In bolts of agony
Spiraling up my legs

I endure the scream
Which never departs
In moments of staggering
Driven
By the fumes of spite

Pain flourishes
Through the sprawl of darkness
This harrowing strand of night

Up ivory roads
Reduced to shambles
Torment climbs
To claim
My fragmented thoughts

Paper Walls

 
Thin walls
Lend me the world
The ills of kinship
All trials endured

I brace in the swell
Of transient memories
First world gossip
The flare of household names

Through frailest ivory
Coarse words intrude
Coiling the solitude
That ensnares my peace of mind

Racing thoughts
Blend
With a flurry of everyday musings

My name
Casually spent
To garnish every memory spun

Sullen
I cannot reply
With a mind paralyzed
By the inner thrash of panic

Unconscious

 
I’ve seen them before
Those scarred sandy roads
The endless trails
Of discarded youth

Withdraw
Withdraw
Safety, dwells within

Familiar words
Singe heartlessly
As burrowing vermin
I’ll harbor day to day

Withdraw
Withdraw
Safety, rings true within

Home falls desolate
A spanning desert of peril
Where slews scour hopeful
To reap the scraps not wanted

Withdraw
Withdraw
True bliss remains within

Yet it all grows so immense
And to withdraw
Means certain death

The Sins of Forefathers

 
Is it true
Stouthearted men
Stagger drunkenly
From a hard day’s labor?

Is it true they arise
Unscathed from it all
And yearn to overflow
With a pub's fleeting thrills?

Perhaps they swear?
Unashamed and brazen
Letting foul words stream
Behind each cigarette's
Cavalier plume

Or true valor lies
In the spun deeds of battle
The unending trash
Of primal man

Or does falsehood plague
What many
Foolishly hold dear?

Splinters

Like cheap driftwood
Torn asunder
Spiraling hopelessly
In a stormy river’s current

Speeding
For whatever looms
The glorious culmination

I am destined
To be swept away
My demise unheard
For kin have fallen deaf

Skewered upon rock
The wail of strife calms
Gradually winded
Hoarse, as the earth pulls away

There are no splinters
Washed without care
Upon a lone, distant shore

Only the careless hum
Of daily strife
The urge to carry on

A Fiery Epilogue

 
Beyond recognition
All traces falter
As feather-light
Unconscious embers

Adhering faithfully
To and fro
From beyond the hearth
A fiery epilogue

Without complaint
The high winds mourn
Courting along
An upheld promise

The Transient Chorus

 
I recall fallen leaves
Crumbling beneath my treads
As the songbirds flourished
In tune with the unkempt wilderness

Roads frayed
At the helm of restless trees
Swaying thoughtlessly
Brimmed with nature’s
Unwavering toll

I was consumed
With every passionate stride
The further I roamed
Determined to be undone

Crumbling leaves
I revert to their soothing chorus
Loosening my grasp
From every present day concern

The Timeless Crumbling

 
Great pillars cave
And tumble into dust
In their timeless crumbling
As they cleave the infinite fog

Thick plumes rage on
Reveling at fallen titans
As swarms stagger mournfully
Through the familiar span of decay

These fumes matter not
For it is truly all they know
The shards and the shambles
Are the beloved signatures of home

Let the sewers course on
With their foul and sinful brew
And let black lungs heave
Blissfully, charred, and useless

Unscathed

When will I succumb
To the soothing sway of calm?
Unscathed from the day
And brimmed with warm content

I’d surrender my all
To the droning ambience of sleep
Where nothingness reigns
And time is without a trace

To eviscerate the scourge
Of the trails I carve by day
My arms strain and strive
For this high glimmering fate

If it is meant to be
May the dark swiftly befall
To suffocate the anguish
That raids
My heaving lungs

Reborn Into Distress

 
Moments reclaim me
And replenish my mind
With the scalding wraith of sorrow

Reborn into distress
I adhere to the movements
The merciless cull
Of past refrains

I retreat
Into the violent throes of boyhood
The menacing toll of schooldays

I yearn to resurface
From the frost-bitten shackles
Of the day’s
I’ve foregone
With determined haste

Cavalry Charge

 
Fears roll away
At the sudden gusts of valor
Before honored drovers
Mounted and stern

I regain balance
From the cavalry charge within
While uncertainty streams away
Peppered mercilessly
With fright and awe

Courage beckons
From the still plains I harbor
Mute and reverent
As the past hardships plume

Full in stature
My footsteps carry on
Driven forth by the raging storm
The tussle beneath my flesh 

A Steady Stream of Heartache

 
Perched forevermore
Is the boundless shriek of yearning
Ruffled and ragged
In his steady stream of heartache

All through the night
He pours without end
Set aquiver with purpose
As the angst falls shrill
Cleaving
The greater span of silence

He remains all the same
Proud and firmly nested
Beckoning faithfully
The truths that ring
From the misty confines within

Let them ring
Passionate and sure
Free to roam
Until
They are fully
And warmly received

Twelve Years Old

 
Sunday nights
Breed a fire of anticipation
And Monday’s flowering
My stomach boils uncertain

The mind tussles
At the agonizing promise
Of a schoolyard panic
Its eternal simmering contempt

My tongue retreats
In the falling buckets of sweat
As I trudge the mist-shroud stairs
Propelled toward a sure unraveling

The prodding begins
As scores fall in
Prying away
At their offbeat Other

Taunting refrains
Taunting refrains
My flesh rolls away
Unveiling my distress

Like ravenous jackals
They tear through my innards
In a ritual defiling
Before the watchful daybreak

I remain in scraps
In a mangled heap of gore
My day’s spent crawling
Out of sight and out of mind  


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Watchful Strangers

 
Watchful strangers
The ghouls of our time
Follow all footprints
We’ve left behind

They scour in secret
Trafficking unknown
Gathering and gorging
All careless words spun

Watchful strangers
Are on the move
Maneuvering the worlds
We've cleaved and conquered

With eyes fixed forward
We dare not inquire
For what they pursue
"Is no concern of ours"

Watchful strangers
Shall slowly reap
Each dwindling instant
We linger
Unfazed and unraveled

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The Brisk Current of Silence

 

They merely shrug
At the ongoing display
The widely strewn heartache
That writhes each passing night

Scores stream away
Wrung dry by the throes of verse
The careless meandering
Of my torn and ragged voice

I let turmoil screech
Through the spirals of my throat
Unleash them, hopefully
To a brisk current of silence

Where friends face away
Driven by their own faithful mantra
Where kin go quietly
Careful not to stir me awake

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Well-Earned Peace

 

The engine sputters
Through the density of night
Toiling for home
And the warm welcome of sleep

Beneath faintest jewels
Dimmed callously by man
A lone silhouette
Heaves on passionately
Cleaving through the reeds
Of pitiless dark

For the quaint beckoning
Of solitary bliss
The awaiting romance
Of hearth and luxury

Solace nears
Inching each moment
Its piercing cries
Hailing
Over the tranquil night

From the hardship of sputtering
To the deafening roar of purpose
The silhouette charges
With savage vigor

Driven into the arms
Of an awaiting
And well-earned peace


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