"White Granite"
standing vigilant by the gate of the first mask
our hands they now creak from misuse, harden to leather
we wait, with hope we can stand guard forever
it's a weight that we share
this mask is not meant to be buried

nurture and consummate
 pronounced with a trembling inflection
learning how the earth reclaims what it yields us
sunken-chested we brandish our offering
and admit that we haven't been living or breathing
only striving swollen-hearted

silent, blank tomb of white granite
stark in its patience
beckons for the mask
with which we hold concealed
the aging of our visage
fleeing still its mirror

sculpting frail clays of a tired love
whose lungs have collapsed
to languish in the breast of a spent kiln
it's a weight that we share
this mask is not meant to be buried

"Labyrinth Unfolding Echoes"
like all beings pacing corridors
trailing the ghosts of their deeds
heads downcast and hands raised
for their eyes refuse belief in
leaving an arid shelter
for centuries of rains
to dance upon them

I am as them, spurning history, I've discovered
while awareness grows bleary and indistinct
scouting fissures by inference of mark-bereft fingertips
hunted by thirst

and shiver still the masses of stone that enclose them
tasked to contain a murmur that’s soon to be
echoing with unspeakable clarity
keening its curse to the open

I remain with those spurning history, I've acknowledged
while awareness grows bleary and indistinct
scouting fissures by inference of mark-bereft fingertips
hunted by thirst

every hopeless struggle
every flightless endeavor
everything kept at arm's length
this labyrinth unfolding echoes

"Arrow & Kiln"
no dream was blooming
when our backs arced beneath the dread
of another day lost
of us growing apart
screening ourselves from each other
our hearts become riven

I have attempted to shadow the trajectories
sound the depth of uncertainties
filtering loss through the apertures
to refract it with mirrors

I am seized with violence by a lust for renewal
tending furies left unfostered
padding across the cellars of my first years
burying masks which seek the surface
holding vigil in the wake of exertion
dictating missives wholly unfocused
and confessions wholly dissembled

belief is close kin to avarice
wending its way to a crest
exposed and precarious

yet we keep our beacon marked by signal fire
nursing an open flame, fed with an equal breath
it thus remains standing in thrall to its footing
sworn to a vigilance perennial
unsteady hand wielding a final arrow
specious unbroken will
self-doubt fingering the seams
bewailing our impermanence

"Impermanence Streakt Through Marble"
servility to perpetual youth
has fixed me to the plot I age on
the bitter tincture of neglect
plays about my tongue and eases,
 sighing music, down my throat
to blight the sediment
a record of my failures

let malnourishment serve as your sustenance
raise flares to the dwellings of equivocation
may impermanence temper your suffering
your sibilant manifold questioning
and your pointed fear of a textbook senescence
parceling out monotonies bent and arthritic
waning baleful in the attics of decline

shaped by the efforts of coercion
bound helpless by the tethers of duress
gilded with lack to frame your body
dousing the kindling of the coming years

our histories sprawling out behind us
seconds birthing minutes became decades
dusks new and unfamiliar sprang upon us
we hung our heads and pretended
there was never expectation
there was nothing to corrode

a flag in a sea of marble
a dream is an empty stomach
a flag in a sea of marble
a dream is a drowning child


"Ancestors of Shadow"
They will wake to the sound of shattering glass
in the crux before dawn
and will not have dreamt it

How could they know what the night will hold?
They've slept through that dark
and they will again
Nurturing dreams for the covetous
While we could not sleep at all

All of us
will have to
find in each other distraction and tempering
lest we now fail as they failed

But I don't foresee that
because you've strength in you
carelessly misused
and blindly, tragically misplaced
and though your eyes drifted
they have not lost sight of our fixture

"Ancestors of Smoke"
Has there ever been trust between those on the precipice
who steady themselves on the fortune of others?
All of them secretly yearning to tempt instability
and neglect
or abandon
the foothold beneath them

Staring ever
into that chasm
Drawing nearer
that beckoning closure

Every head will hang
erring and doubtful
with a clawing remorse
burrowing achingly toward the dim heart
of our guilt

We're responsible for the world we belong to
all pity withheld
We are answerable for the dusk we have walked through
and our quiet contempt; hardly permissible

Do not let their darkness become yours
Conceive in your heart dissolution;
its weight will diminish
Your shining eyes piercing the absolute black lain before you
Those shadows will howl desperation

"Waxen Voices"
You are changing
because the measured world
bared its teeth, unflinching
and demanded it of you
Because the air you breathe
every hour feels thinner
and you were terrified not to
Because age and the mounting days
stripped all courage from you
You are fading
as I will
Every shade of darkness
will fill our bodies
and stay them

Can we not be formless
no instinct or enactment?
Can we not be ageless
only a stillness?

Now that everything has become
little more than a balancing act
Now that everyone seems
to want nothing more than
to maintain their careful pacing
We are vanishing
into the loneliness of
holding love back

No longer familiar
There is no clear path
we long since lost that
It is something to witness
all dissenting voices falter with time
Forever resigning 

"Spectral Eyes"
Hoping that a slow death will wait for those
shielding their pale eyes from injury
Who would sacrifice limbs
for a shallow breath
hands trembling
I have seen you with confidence
lower your head with a purpose
and surety
but I knew you were elsewhere
pensively building a tomb for those you love

Your frail heart is wavering
Your exits narrowing
For what are you waiting?
Belief alone cannot sustain us

Believe in no coming shore
for we'll cross this sea and the sea then beside it
Navigate leagues of clamorous waters and lightning
Smoke hovering so low it becomes us;
we've all been betrayed

Believe in no nearing shore
No vessel could weather these sprawling expanses
Fire so black even the night has affirmed it
We've all been betrayed
We have all been

Sight it was taken
Eyes they were left now to gaze;
gaze upon darkness enveloping
Vaguely perceiving oblique shapes in drift
and the silent conversing
of all wandering ghosts

Still your hands; they are trembling
Your weakening clutch is now forfeit;
forfeit to violence
It seems they'll forever be cursed to remain
empty yet grasping
Nothing to hold
Nothing is held


We have thrived in
places not fit for life nor the living
We will carry on
bringing our curse where we wish
the death of significance
Worship oversight
Fabricate answers to volatile questions
Shelter your gains and show to them reverence
This is the world we preserve
This is how we would have it

I can not find any beauty
in our sightless ambitions
I am through with forgiveness
for our unseeing
I will not feel any sorrow
by the crumbling of towers
raised from the earth in arrogance
Cleaving the welkin
Piercing the heavens 

When we've choked our convictions
and we've acknowledged with certainty
that vacant and quickening darkness
living in all human hearts

When at last it's unbearable
and no contrivance can remedy
on that day you'll have to shed your old skin
take what you need and depart

I will leave this place
I will leave this harrowing place for another
I will not be returning

Alone now
in the purity of isolation
my breath a thin smoke on the air
Flickering shadows dance across my few belongings
May your only truths betray you
May your fires die

"The Purity of Isolation"
O light of day
descending flames
though night shall fall
the stars will grace us

And their gleaming will
illuminate the path
whichever we should take
A broken people can't mend
their wounds alone
Brilliant and sustaining
bathe us in your glow

For this soil gives
more than we shall ever give
We have chosen not to
And these roots know more
than we shall ever know
We have chosen not to
And the wind shall sweep away
the falsehoods
of our histories


 Barren. hollow. desolate.
Burdened by the weight of emptiness and failure.
I thought I heard them whisper..

"Come home to us and sleep once more blanketed by stars
and breathe again the air uncorrupted
and tread upon the footpaths of those you've cast aside.
Wade into the waters flowing, winding
never to contemplate these cursed thoughts again..."
This is sorrow. This in no way defines us.
How can we be so careless?
The vision is calling, is piercing our hearts.
We cannot dwell here idle while this violence goes on.

Banished. Driven out of existence. A curse upon the earth.
Always under the banner of progress and feigned elevation.
Know that this culture will dissolve. It is the natural conclusion.
This cannot persist much longer.
One day we'll build upon the ruins of this dead world.

"Awaiting the Fire or Flood that Awakes It"
Traced back. Followed to the root of our violence and destruction.
Our culture devours our home and renders listless our bodies
til death-urge prevails.
Our linear perception closes doors
strangles the truth, subdues the primal in all that lives.

This is not who we are. This. is. not.
Not one of us was born for this, yet who among you seek
the pyre that's burning in the distance?
The wildness in our hearts.
The blazing torrent we're immersed in is failing, diminishing.
Blighted by corruption and consumed.

Down below this concrete prison, dying yet always enduring
remains a resistance to this endless cycle
of production, consumption and spiritual rape.

Tear down every last prison.
Open all cages and disrupt the current.
Bring down all institution. Rip up foundation
and love as you used to.

 Wandering ever further.
Gathering momentum unrestrained.
There is no telling when we'll remember.
Or if we will at all..
Doomed to fall. Fall into darkness.
Fade into darkness.

Only a vague memory will then remain.
Embrace the absence of chaos
and the silence and the ruin that will follow.
Some say it was our destiny.

All that you love will perish
before your lifeless eyes.
You say you never saw it coming.
You say you'd have tried to stop it.
I don't believe you.
I don't believe you.
I will not listen to a single fucking word.
Not a word. Not a word.

"All That Howling Fog"

ever you seek to rein in
wild abandon and the spirit of the untamed
i am taking every measure
to fill my lungs with quiet; rare and free
whispering.. there are voices upon the air
calling to us in a language we've forgotten
all ears tuned to the humming of industry
and by its gallop we'll be haunted

not with the birthing of ideals will we be faultless
nor in the carving of symbols will we ascend

not with the birthing of ideals, not in the carving of symbols
we have created a state of endless hunger
it is the nurturing of illness
it is the blurring of wildness and chaos
the embodiment of alienation
a blatant monument to selfishness
it can not go on like this; it can not last
and everything will vanish in its wake

as our shadows are wreathed in a dimness
growing more vague, growing thinner
clouded and distant
and the last of hope fades into a black smoke of decay

take what's held dear
silence its thunder
dampen the breadth of its essence
to subsiding color
take what you hold dear
bury its flame
under the yawning grey ashes
wielding your sorrow