Umbral Nimbus – Max Meuiner

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Umbral Nimbus- Max Meuiner

the preference
is to not partake

thus, do parts
persist with aching

much akin to skin
forsaken

and inference
of its open ends

through foregone hope
denied amend

that only cloaks
a wartime pretense

in pensive pantomime
suspending

flush with fiery flashes

spurring tear-soaked
soft surrender

as those failed attempts
by hailed December misanthropes

whose fragile mark we missed

when tenuous hearts tempestuous
had stumbled
just to kiss
an ushered shadow’s curse

stark as stillness

set to filaments
of nimbic aureolae

these scarecrows
sowing ceaseless storms

bestowed upon us

bested by our time-worn stoic brand
of listless christening

forsworn
for sake
of Christ

or what we think
we know

or know
to think

our thoughts unflinching
tethered tight
to sinking vessels

versed in would-be servile vaunting
self-availed
and self-avowed

cowering as our symphonies wail
like ailing scripture
subsisting
on some Sylphium-shaped shield’s frail sense
of fleeting
contrivance of an inbound safety

only flames suffice
resolved to e’er resound
the halls
of filigreed-framed lore
scrawled by human-flawed philosophers

and profane paleontologists

since plaintive

whose pallor paints
the will
of their walled reception

void as emptiness
reflected

found in the white-hot conflagration

following ephemeral suns

Max states: “I write about the things going on in my life. I am a feminist, humanist, cat loving musician bound by whimsy and the incessant analysis of hyper-vigilant observations. I am obsessed with words and rhythmically woven wordplay.” We are honored to have him as a member of our tribe. He writes at Max Meunier Dissocative Void.

As We Are – Max Meunier

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As We Are – Max Meunier

the consequence
your kiss requites
e’er moors my heart’s
intrinsic orbit

gravity
of your exert
affords each breath
its fate anewed

the magnitude
felt by your presence
stays the precipice of earth

your words avow validity
to voices once devoid
of venue

emptiness was heretofore
now understated
understood

stoic walls
electric impulse
chemicals, reactive substrates

ushered by the impetus
of oscillating frequencies
athwart velocities in flux

a symphonic polarity
imploding spectrums infinite
through spectred trials
of flesh profound

resounding far beyond
the vacuous expanse of space
in timeless incarnations
as we are

Max states: “I write about the things going on in my life. I am a feminist, humanist, cat loving musician bound by whimsy and the incessant analysis of hyper-vigilant observations.  I am obsessed with words and rhythmically woven wordplay.” We are honored to have him as a member of our tribe.  He writes at Max Meunier Dissocative Void.

 

Transcending-Max Meunier/Dissociative Void

we dream

to die

in this ring

of death

breathing in

our own entropy

like drunken druids

sinking past

the florid infirm

as floor

turns to fig leaf

and celestite settles

no more

shall we fret


Max states: “I write about the things going on in my life. I am a feminist, humanist, cat loving musician bound by whimsy and the incessant analysis of hyper-vigilant observations.  I am obsessed with words and rhythmically woven wordplay.” We are honored to have him as a member of our tribe.  He writes at Max Meunier Dissocative Void

A Tranquilness- Max Meunier

A Tranquilness- Max Meunier

where scarlet roads seeped into sentience

below the escarpment of ire

a tranquilness pierced all dimensions

unfolding in plumes of expire

as dire as the atoms dividing

despair courting  burdensome skies

a chaos of static illusion

yet lingers in mem’ries denied


[Max states: “I write about the things going on in my life. I am a feminist, humanist, cat loving musician bound by whimsy and the incessant analysis of hyper-vigilant observations.  I am obsessed with words and rhythmically woven wordplay.” We are honored to have him as a member of our tribe.]

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