Modern Symbolist

Misunderstood Hanging by a thread Gathering impressions Cast about by ill guided perceptions Significance a torn down illusion Needle and filament brought forth In your need to revamp eloquent What you consider mutilated distortions Fragmented specimens Severed from the host's core Rupturing each artery Till you distinguish the complication Affected puzzle of contradictions Soft supple words convolute Obstacles ridden in anamorphic aggregation Apocalypse of the four horsemen Deeply rooted to my soulful motivations Stitches begin roughly changing Inch by inch you institute a formulation To repair what you decry as afflictions Pieces of my life worth noting Only in the abstract of my humiliations Deleting each overture crafted By the sabotaged reality You insinuate is my legitimate contagion Rearranging in misguided reconstruction Strength of my survivor attitude Presumed a regrettable defective Calamitous sewing begins imposturous Modifying my authentic cognizance Till what remains once accomplished Is a skeleton of disregarded innocence

Shadows lurk Wafting suspiciously Deep within the rafters Reticent whispers Speak of a sun Black as the dying embers Leftover from the burning pyre Strewn about letters Partially scorched Expose prior indiscretions You chose to let fester Powerless to answer Questions you let linger In the suffocating air Surrounding this torrid lair Sins of your past Lay among the ash Choking on your own breath Refusing to relinquish Consigned with death Temporary amnesia Blurs the boundaries Between times of yore Bending with the present tour Only to confuse the visitor To the truth borrowed From time's coffers Window closed on all offers Mixed scenery Collages the images You wish to keep secret Eyes bore into the clutter Scattered about the fire's trickle Scouring for signs Marooned by the tears You hide from your benefactors Stolen glances Hearts a flutter Dancing to the wind Two souls waltz Into the dark corners Of a weary mind Born to live in a silent rupture Merging of parallel lines Opens the space Where my body Hangs by the musings Afterthoughts of the master Words grasping to the linear Love felt in the hereafter Imprinted on this isolated altar Sacrificing the fruit of my marrow To taste one drop of your essence Before you slide back into your coffin Burying the enigma of you Deep into the Earth's surface Beholden only to the ancient sequester The time and place of your originator Our Almighty Creator

Delicate tapestry Woven threads Effortlessly Streaming my precedent Colored fibers tell my calamitous odyssey Crystalline blue tear drops Fuse with emerald green forests Sunburst yellow craves to feel merry Along the mellow clear waters Lapping against my weary travels Black shadows hover in indecency Red splashing my scars On this hanging map You crafted to tell my story Oh rugged terrain Why do you torture Did I deserve your scornful thunder Break me against your grey boulders Pleading to seek brick lined trail blazed Netted obstacles Forged in orange flames Towering over the gates Where the leaden juncture awaits Oh the white dove flies Hope on a angel's wing rides Do I dare to believe in lavender whispers Can I escape from the silver chains Holding my rainbow together Why can't I hush Your dastardly blithe Have I not already paid the price One way ticket on the tourmaline locomotive Why do you still keep my fragile spirit Caged in your champagne fortress Oh to awake to my turquoise soul Dripped in softened pearls Jubilant in wistful pink willows Eternal flowing Tinged ivory dreams Drink of the living forsaken Lips parched Trembling to speak Sands of time Sifting through Last string of the design One breath one moment one life

Enter at your own risk Signs speak graffiti Caution is a fool's debauchery Tread ever so lightly Barbed wire falls casually Painful thorns grace my steps Eerie silence Hovers in the suffocating mist Decrepit pieces of indifference Sway with the noose Hanging from the burnt out branches Blocking the cracked path Refusing to let entrance Haunted echos Swiftly envelope Past imprints Cover this broke down palace Seemingly empty At once mind seeks clarity Figurative death Reeks in the crevices Extinguished presence Rising up from the fragmented emptiness Screams left smothered Still I scramble forward Hollowed out pieces of myself Remind me to carry a candle Too late as the wind blows Darkness further covers Still I trudge onward Labyrinth of my solitude Cradles the agony you fostered Peace I seek Away from the petulant hours Ticking off in chronological order All you scavenged and stole Hidden in the nearby coves Wandering in the shadows Craving to feel whole Pushing through the hot coals Consuming what is forsaken Along this dilapidated road Searching among the ruinous stones For the light to lead me home

Leaves rustling in the wind Emerald grass Tickles my skin Rippling pond Calms the restless spins Burgeoning eclipse Creates a dormant grin Lavender sways Across the paths end Private reverie Left to nature's device Thoughts linger On the book by my side Page after page Turns to a choice Unwritten future Hovers over the birds cry At once my eyes drift To the space between Where clouds part In sequential dreams My body languishing In a hazy sleep Along the swaying willow tree Jolted awake By a glancing epiphany Scrambling to write Before it slips to nothing Words on the tip Exhales the last drip Revelations unwound In images without sound Utterance to the fates Silenced in a catatonic state Visibly shaking Unable to make haste Until a hush falls A remembrance For a time yet to wake When words will stumble To shatter what is already made

Solitude

One tiny snowflake Flutters against the window Landing softly on the cedar scrawled pane Encasing a stained glass mirage A downcast eye looks for a sign Riding inside the soft currents Swaying into the breeze of bygone eras A story told on the mountaintops of yore Scent of life outside the penned lore Waiting on the quaint asperous shore I stand on the rough hewn rocks Nod to the indigenous who roamed Forlorn, I see the washed out lighthouse Dim it's light honing in on a crescent dome Old Victorian on the cliffs it shone Haunted tales reflect it's ramshackle glow Tepid in my steps I walk hesitantly alone Towards the hearth calling me in droves Languished at the eloborate door Afraid of the creaking floors Eerie is the mood borne Along the peeling paint of scabrous scorned Inside its disturbed belongings lay scattered Quick look shows disheveled boxes On top of antique furniture Broken glass cuts deep into my skinned bruises Unbeknownst I continue my endeavor Scavenging through discarded reminiscence On the hunt for sought after answers Fearful of what is lurking Around every nook and corner Trying to stay clear headed I stumble through each brittle overture Seared in pain I continue with labored effort Strewn fabric falls atop weathered books Key located amidst the messy fractures I comb through the wreckage Left in a forgotten haste To reach the chest Holding my quivered heart in lace Aching in a fevered chill I cradle to the hope interred in quiet choke For what I seek is my last fork A stumble onto the lifeless road Craving for a place to call home Tired I crawl along the sloped cracked wood Planks of repudiated filth Litter the pathway to my hollow still Borrowed nostalgic I rest my bleary psyche Shivering I touch a object inadvertently Tattered papers of scratched out allegories Formulations to regain one's craved purity Bowed down in contorted simplicity Out-stretched arms seeking clarity Exhausted I collapse into a eyeful of rigidity Inflexible to the notion I will die in obscurity Eternal sleep waits forbearingly Confined in the whispered silhouette Posited in a heap of left-over frippery

Bridal Veil Falls

Reflections of the Heart