accord

how sorrowful

that i have not

the hand to spurn this rent asylum

wrested

by what fate

awaits me

of its own accord

ways unwinding

plunged into the great abandon

trauma bound

in ways unwinding

waiting

where her absence

found me

placid walls

pitched lucid squander

precedents

yet linger

onward

solace whispered wistful plunder

suns, surrendered

moons, shone monstrous

shifting umbral

e’er i pondered

nonetheless

i loved you

always

Ode to Theo Wren

there is a dude named Theo Wren whose talents I revere

his thoughtful words have resonated sentiments sincere

for many times has he expressed philosophies sublime

that linger in the efflorescing landscape of the mind

 so oft has he displayed a sensitivity profound

with precedents of relevance,  and insights most abound

his love for kittens knows no match, adorning them with kiisu

and somehow, I just know he makes an epic tiramisu

and holy wow! should he choose to avow you of his gift

of musical vibrations, through his voice’s cosmic rift

your soul will be uplifted, and your heart will know its home

his melodies bring harmony to those who feel alone

and when it comes to humor, let me just say, he had won

my everlasting love with his command of seamless puns

I often wonder, what grace did beget our world this man

who understands the nuances of truths Hyrulean

perhaps it is the Link from which his trinity is culled

its empathy, compassion, and great intellect untold

let me not be remiss, in addressing this last point

yes, mister Wren is verily a hunk, I doth anoint

it truly is an honor just to call this man my friend

to see me through the consequence of trials which e’er impend 

image credit: Louis Wain

from earth to ether

burden

of her own existence

wrought

between ends isolated

martyrs tamed

at shames known altar

thoughts in kind

requite swore not

shed as lash

from earth to ether

stranded

at her muted grasp

of fluent sun

if all but one breath

could depart

the wested will

would burden none

beneath the prose

of fluent sun

and restive breast

since tamed invalid

in this sanity

I squandered

slowly

on the arrow’s edge

’til sorrow overcame my fondness

whence such forbidden thoughts

did stray

not enduring

prospective

to endure another

year

of endless conscious

err

siphon

every value

dearest

indolent

for i

alone