Renunciation

This day, how endlessly it languishes

It’s closure, sunset holds at bay.

Refusing to surrender

This shall be the longest of Decembers

Brooding skies; held captive by an unrelenting Winter Grey

So calm — the wind is 

Still crisp and bitter cold

Skeletons of leafless limbs invade the horizon

How much longer will dusk be denied?

A stonewalled long awaited moon

Sabotages the new dawn’s rising

THIS is purgatory.

Existence suspended in limbo

Tortured souls are strewn akimbo

Begging the questions — When?

Will this suffering ever end?

Or is penance the price of this eternity?

Where Death abandons the lost

Leaving those who wander here;

To continue to forever.

preservation

this existence;

so romanticized by a future of unknowns

souls willfully meander into the blind anticipation

of mere perpetuation

never questioning Legacy

destiny

following following yet clueless as to where

to where?

begat, beget forget why just continue

so constrictive is this freedom

certainty comes at a cost

to so many wholly unaware

or even slightly

suspecting the possibility of being lost

tread the path well worn beneath all feet

before you and behind

this is how to find

the mind which never wanders 

INSURRECTION

Gravitas and darkness descended uninvited

Insufficient effort had been made to hold them at bay

This storm had been brewing ‘mongst the brambles

Gathering strength in the briars brutal disarray

A growling sky roared angrily

Foreboding fury floated through electrified air

Chaos was coming. It was on the way.

Chaos is coming. It’s here.

Upon arrival archaic window panes shatter

Historic doors ripped in whole from brass hinges

Shards of sacred stained glass splinters through

The air, strewn betwixt the day’s tattered fringes

Seek shelter! Seek shelter! Echoed chamber to chamber

Take cover! Rang throughout hallowed halls.

Huddle yourselves in a safe haven, were the warnings

Hunker down as the Republic falls

The maelstrom has broached our safe harbor

Tsunamic waves of betrayal decimate our shores

Should we survive this unprovoked siege, should we persevere

Our bay of Liberty shall be changed for evermore.

One-Twenty- Twenty20

what was once celebrated

becomes lamented decades pass

fates are cemented

in the absence

of just one

the existence of many come undone

to miss another with the entire soul

so much so

it’s hard to know

no matter the lengths you strive

if you are even still alive

life is but constant change

nothing ever stays the same

it is what it is & there is

no one to blame

let go

there is no such thing

as control

some will weather storms

as others pray for rainfall

if a drought does not kill us

a tsunami takes all

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B L I S S

Imagine life

On the dark side of the moon

Never knowing the warm embrace of a sun

Arctic shadows allow nothing to bloom

Such is the existence of a solitary one

Millenia pass perpetually as a single ever dark night

Complacency breeds acceptance inside

this ebony abyss

The fortunately unshined upon do not suffer

hunger for the light

What blessing one has never known,

one is not cursed to miss

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Pariah

Cursed since birth
welcomed nowhere
a wretched soul condemned to roam
weary and restless
a spirit in endless distress
destined never to know a home
carelessly cast into wily winds which
randomly transport abandoned seeds
to neglected fields
whose harvests yield
unsavory and worthless weeds
callously exiled
from indifferent, cruel gardens
whence they came
amazingly still great effort made
in hopes of bearing fruit
though each attempt to blossom in spite
regrettably reaps the same
With nowhere to go
nor the slightest clue how to grow
perpetually lost outside of the flower bed
unwatered without sunlight
even San Pedro would lose this fight
so these whithering sprouts
succumb to harsh droughts
til they are too soon dead.

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heartbreak karmic floe

kindreds

two winds from the same earth’s dearth corner

reminiscent enough of gemini

to easily interchange

the convolution creates an illusory inseparability

though the tempests remain autonomously alone

rushing briskly over oceans and seas

amassing collections of debris in whirling eddys

struggling and screaching through jagged branched trees’ leaves

‘round staunchly stoney mountain crags

which hinder their momentum

until all strides are left broken

gusting gales and hurricanes

Maestroms of tunneling tornadic pain

‘cross all longitudes and latitudes

then back again

in relentless never ending cycles

every midday finds high noon

each night overwhelms the souls with starkness

just as dusk has always ushered a new day’s dawn

hope remains that zephyrs may outrun the darkness