Hollow Claws In Regard

You may have thought

I was catty 

Gaming with you

I was

As were you

You may have thought

The best move

Was to take me at the center

It was

As you were

And the downfall

Seems to have come

At both the expense

Of you

Of me

Of Us

Have I come out expanding

Have you once again Retreated

Dead silent

Severed Detached

A patronizing tear

Expressing nothing

But rote response?

There is no clarity

In contradiction

Other than what is bourne

Of its recognition

I remember when you said

You must move beyond being so silent

Yet you have never

Been so dark and quiet

Almost as if

You are set up

As an advice-giver

When from you

There is no advice to give

I have lived the depths

Been broken at some wheel

Of my own discontent

From the actions of others

As much or more than you

Yet I have never felt

A love so strong

As I have felt

Burning through the dirge

Of the obsession

I so unknowingly attached

To you

To Me

To Us

Sometimes

Pain suffers both

Tightened to strangulation

When there you sit
Quiet
Retreated
I
An unfair indicator

Do you see me as varying caricatures

Of your idol

Which when it falls

To it's human element

Disappoints as would any hero

Fallen to their self?

I am flawed
My scars show in ways
I can only know in hindsight
But
I have an army of will
That has remained silent for you

It could crush you in seconds

Would crush me

Crush Us

Awaiting that last breath of stasis

Because almost as cliche
My soul would be payment

For that deed
A soul
I did not know I had
Until it came alive
In your presence

Yet

You have set yourself forward

As a gossamer princess

In a world of lesser fools

Of drama queens

And death dolls

Who bow

And drool

At every sidelong

From your pale blues

Which are Eighth Wonder stunning

Not only for their physicality

But for what they connect

To how

You show

When you show

A wonder to behold

That washes over me
From depths inside you
And I know this truth
Because I truly awoke
When I met you

But you are still angry and bitter

I know

I recognize that which is in me at times

Ties you’ve severed 

Your actions thus

Becoming nothing more

Than the whispered grasping

Of a rusting, rustling
Damaged robot voice

Objectified

And running out

Of movement

There is truly no winner

When two shades

Of the same darkness

Pull from the everlasting drift
To clash in happenstance
Among

The game is no game

It is a decaying death race

Of finite proportions

Good

Better

Best

But not Forever

And you have made mountains

Of nothing

From something so small

As a sliver of glass

As I have made mountains

Of nothing

From something so small

As a passing gesture

A feat to be sure
Of a necessary android

But one unnecessary

Untimely

Broken

And drifts now

Possibly forever
Relegated

To the cold crackling crush

Of

The Void

Do Not Fear That You Channel Something Wondrous

Now that the Obsession

Has died

To a low whisper

I can truly say

I fell in love with you

The moment my eyes took in light

Bounced from your form

Then and All

In my mind

The unrequited happenstance

The fearful push

Some sad smile dance

Isolated

Singular

Redundancy

Cut the electric

But light from you

Burns through

That quickening blackened panicked touch

Can never fully shadow it

Dissolves the dark obsessive sprawl

Then and

Now

 In my heart

I have loved you

Through it all

Riddles Are The Grand Jester's Scepter

You said for the first time

Again

Someone saw too much in

Too much

For circumstance

Not for lack of depth or chance

Is that someone you

I see

When your anger mirrored me

Back to when

It started to tear and disrupt

You’d disappear, your hints

Your habit prints insults

Blind regrets of past results

Now acted in riddles

The last defense

Of a war begun

In your mind

As if this game was never played

As if we’re in this world unique

That what we see is what we’ve gained

Your move you’d lightly disappear

Then blame yourself with such a style!

Say you’d been completely clear

But actions contradict the guile

My move I would believe beneath

There was a hope for something else

But time was wrecked from which did not

Gain sight around the ghosting rot

We would be so present

Just to give myself to you

And pull away

And change
Would kill me if I did not defend

And there I’d spin for weeks on end

Until you showed as lies and laughter
Siren mirage
To the razor coral itch

Our words were crystal

Bourne of depth

Wisdom gained from jumping time

Actions a devil’s advocate

Uproot some deep danger sty

A hidden soul

Poured blood of shame

In steady pumping rumination

The host

Turned Love to anger, fear

The scythe

Our eyes downcast

Picking sides of clinging ghosts

Circled that severed centerpiece

Pointing in half-dreamt

Metronome

Spoken in affirmative riddles

Choked out into this now raging void

As if it’s done of rogue substance

The Grand Jester’s Scepter

And Sword all in one

Spoken to find a coalescent

In that new prescient tablet

Taken with half-closed eyes

Sad and tired from unresolved rides

And half-bemused

By the ones who gravitate

To the damaged stories

Filtered half-truths

From mouths of tightened
Turncoat suitors
Unwanted but for
Soulless movement
Destitutor

The circle within which you shift

And think my time is shorn from it

I’m a stranger just as you

Complex as the gender you profess

To be attributed to

My Dearest Love

I always will

Be forever yours alone

If never this will you or I

Move beyond

Or atone

A Gross Misinterpretation Of Leaves

A Gross Misinterpretation Of Leaves

What it means

To fall in love

To Fall

Is a state of unbalanced plummet

To Love 

Is a state of strong attachment

But from 

Which summit?

You must let yourself go

You must trust this turgid

Stomach turning over

To repeat

A

Tumbling

 Verse

Over and over

And never understanding

What it means

To fall in love