Can you feel the ever fading sun,
how the cold crawls over your skin;
dark strands combine at the edge of vision?
Can you hear their serene whispers -
fragile and tentative fronds of affection -
always beyond reach or comprehension?
For you shall see and know to be absolute,
an inevitable reaping upon this earth:
of love’s joyous symphonies once before
- as forgone is the movement of the wind,
as inevitable is the breaking of the sea -
loss overtakes all that is or ever was to be.
You will crumble and fade a witness
of darkness from the death of stars,
to acrid taste and loathsome sound of pain,
of forgotten and faded notions of self,
before the absence of providence or fate,
ever takes you into the blessed abyss.
Categories:
inevitabilities, creation, death, hate, life,
Form: Free verse
Silvery tongue creeps past heated cheek,
Entangling the ear
So enticing
Promises of things coming
Of inevitabilities
Denial of impossibilities
It is owed
Slippery sliding, ever further, wrapped tight
It is owed
Listen
For the words keep you afloat
You cannot swim in these waters
You must
listen.
Or drown.
So.
It is owed.
It must be.
Categories:
inevitabilities, death, desire,
Form: Free verse
Much like a lucid ambient layer—
I find myself floating down to the surface
Into the stratosphere without a care—
Projections about which I cannot repurpose:
Into my own inevitabilities;
Into the oxygen which I cannot breathe.
I sing the shifting dirges of stars
And the pragmatic proselytism
Of the rapists, of reapers and preachers.
But all of them so far have bled the same
And so many more will scream out my name
And none shall suffice as succinctly as
The one who hath passed her judgment
So fast. Posthaste I declare her dead.
Categories:
inevitabilities, abuse, addiction, deep, eulogy,
Form: Sonnet
I have often found myself sinking in the quagmires of life;
Horrified as many I traveled with accepted its inevitabilities
I would often relive each circumstance minute by minute;
Hoping somehow it would help me to understand but it never did.
Somehow I seem to be serving an apprenticeship and I seem expected of.
Some I've lost to the tangled webs of lies and deceits;
And some asked me to stay there with them but I never would.
I am obligated; there’s always more and there’s always others
In those times when I was alone I would sometimes try to commune with nature
Many were the times I would call out to the winds; hoping they might hear;
“Can you hear me” “I still think of you:”
“Maybe I was careless; I’m sorry”
I appear indentured somehow;
But to what end and when does it end; is this yet but punishment?
To that I have yet to find any conclusive answers; so with few other choices;
I go running on faith; what else can a poor boy do?
Categories:
inevitabilities, faith, introspection, life, me,
Form: Free verse
“Excellent. Thank you.” - My hasty
gratitude sliced through my tongue.
“Excellent. Thank you.,” She mirrored,
with veiled mockery.
“Been on this earth for twenty three years,
and that’s the best I can do.”, I impulsively
announced - struggling through the silence
of Jim Morrison and muted mumbles
in the café. My voice was searching,
like a stray, blind bird,
to nest in someone’s ears.
I plunked into my chair.
My cup grazed the glazed wood,
and hushed to a perfect pose.
The white bellowing in through the windows
surged through like a wall of frigid wind.
It was imprisoned by the dam of depth,
where golden ceiling lights poured graphed
arcs down pine walls.
A jungle of empty utterances mingled
with the breeze of music to sound a unified silence.
The servers’ steps were patterned in an infinite loop.
Stragglers would tumble through the door
to be swathed in eternal stillness.
The air, stained with the dirt smell of coffee,
soaked ever deeper into the fabric;
never spilling beyond it’s net.
The whole café was solidified as immortal.
The only things that die at Starbucks are inevitabilities.
Categories:
inevitabilities, introspection, nature, philosophy,
Form: Free verse