Evening Synopsis

hush has borrowed my dwindling laments
and iniquity
to warble its placid noise
into these vague silhouettes
and demure particles portent elementary morbid air
that clouds unmindful eyes
from theatrical candor
its plights station the gaunt risen night
held beneath neglected rinds
subsiding at such a peculiar rate
taking its descent from sweet repose.

Too Many Times

too many times I am not here I am mere
Isolated dreaming;
too many times
people are not what they are seeming
secrets are scarce
and impossible to keep
(constant whispering)
too many times I am gone
and don't remember where I have been
the whispers do not help set my course
I am left with my passport and heavy baggage
but no plane.

Ravaging Whispers

banishing the ravaging whispers of night
far away and out of my sight what I held deep within my
veins
corroding the depth that still remains the life
dreams deep
all wary sent, 
off to produce, out of sleep, a trivial thing that meant
something here this stormy heart could behold
not another fallacy, but truth to be told
the scorned wracked irony of world weary pleasures
and all seeming sweet have among been cast down
down to our feet
been valid of hearing these endearing truths to be
spoken
and in godly retrospect, be left unbroken
to the cause of the wailing blackness that sells this much
be held ever so gently welcoming touch
for all this in balance
ever beckoning great
beclouds perception imprisoning time
and receding too late to accomplish what might
forever banish these ravaging whispers of night I hate.

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