Check out my book — Fictionally Crazy

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Check out my book — Fictionally Crazy

Ageless

Under familiar skylines   
 Where waves do linger  
 Standing on the shore  
 Of our lost yesterdays  
 Without any thought  
 And from time to time  
 Liken a child catches  
 Sweet blown kisses   
 I grasp out at the wind
 And listen carefully  
 Hoping that I’ll find
 One of your whispers
 Love of your heart has  
 Sent out just for… me  
 
 Poet of the Light © 2020  
 
 

Unsuitable

 They were bright colorful threads  
 Emitting from the core of my soul
 But you strained them all beyond
 Their fraying strength; they broke
 Until they were jumbled fragments  
 To you, they were merely words
 You converted into a big joke
 And my heart, a laughing stock  
 Causing my love to easily loosen 
 That grip of that fabric, you were
 One little simple stitch at a time
 Dragging along, as unwantedness
 In dirt and far behind, your shadow
 Then fallen off and away I stayed  
 Becoming lost from your… forever  
 
 Poet of the Light © 2020  

At play

 Beset in a human type of spindrift
 Silent acts of flapping, fleeting caws  
 Dawn gently melts away a rolling fog
 As night temptingly slips off it’s drape
 I feel on my skin the chilly air, breathe
 As my weary mind wanders aimlessly
 To recall all of your missed touches
 Spoken words of love and their hope
We are those children no more, sadly 
 Angelical face of such sweet promise
Gone now, there- beyond that great pall  
 Shivers race feverishly through my soul  
 And I further wonder again to myself;
 Would you return, if you really could,
 To me, my heart, my arms as it once was,  
 Or would you remain- my lost forever?
 Oh how my tears even fear your thoughts
 And reluctantly fall- away from me too
 Now only my shattered dark emotions
 Will share their seasons… without you
 
Poet of the Light © 2020  

Key

 Possibilities collide  
 Against probabilities
 Paradox of night and light  
 Melding all at once, all while   
 Maintaining their individualism    
 Still she comes on like a scent
 Unseen but ever present  
 Unlike the wind or a ghost  
 Over those thousand of miles
 In her secret deliverance
 And like a dew drop- on blade    
 She’s always on the cusp
 Of falling- once again in love
 But she resists at the last second    
 She’s a perfect broken angel
 That has crashed landed
 Beyond the torn fringes of love  
 Looking for an unknown hero   
 To mend her heart’s wings   
 I can feel her, center of my soul  
 Even her tears drown me
 From time to time in silence  
 When she's lost all control   
 And at the edge of our escape  
 She glitters like my last hope  
 Till she leaves me cold and- alone   
 Lost between my lucid dreams  
 And the realm of harsh reality
 Without her, I’ll never be… free  
 
 Poet of the Light © 2020   
 
 
 
 
 
 

Agency

Wings of desire drift
 Gentle breezes   
 Cool dark night  
 Scattered stars  
 Synthetic aroma’s  
 Glances speaking volumes
 Others hiding mysteries
 Enticing visual dances  
 Moans suffocated     
 Sparkles gleam
 Grins burst  
 Laughter rings  
 Voices whisper
 Lies are promised  
 Kisses susurrate    
 Skin blushes
 Temperatures rise  
 Concealed embers pulsate  
 Buttons open
 Thirst increases
 Sweat beads  
 Moans escape
 Embers glow brighter   
 Tinted windows flash
 Control weakens
 Wild hunger surges  
 Tongue swipes  
 Fingers explore
 Complicity accepted  
 Snaps undone  
 Zippers fall  
 Breathes shorten  
 Eyelids flutter  
 Nails grow anxious  
 Breathes draw deeper 
 Temperatures spike  
 Clothes fly and crash  
 Sloppy lips compress 
 Tongues bathe together          
 Words are muttered  
 Warm honey drips  
 Colorful glove penetrates   
 Throat clutched  
 Control relinquished 
 Bodies tense and relax
 Nature dances with lust
 Micro quivers ripple   
 Nails puncture sweaty tissue  
 Repeated rises and falls  
 Dips and gasp caught and lost                   
 Determined erratic tempos bounce  
 Bloody lines streak  
 Tremors spring leaks       
 Humanized adrenaline injections  
 Spent energy pants  
 Muscles labor energetically
 All or nothing impingement unleashed  
 Contorted lovers rage                          
 Human instruments sound out-loud  
 Resilience is frayed   
 Bio mechanical dams ruptured
 Human fluidity flows 
 Sins ripen nectar- drips   
 Weaken skin mountains  
 Become slides breaking free
 Temperatures wane
 Tantalizing flames of desire subside  
 Draughts of oxygen swallowed
 Compensating glasses guzzled
 Head rushes- done  
 Race for the finish
 Equally… won  
 
 Poet of the Light © 2020  
 
 
   
 
 
 
 
 
 

Heartland

 I’ve been down this road a time or two before
 Between the shadows of death and life itself  
 Feeling that breeze of absence, push against me
 Like some nefarious ghost trying to sabotage hope
 Slowing my approach, that's heading off to unknowns 
  Stepping back in muddy tracks, I’ve laid previously
 Before falling off that deceptive precipitous cliff  
 Yet, once again in an earnest and blinded effort  
 Compelled to chase behind the same sun and moon  
 Like some shared, dutiful shadow, in search of
 What hasn’t been found in a wayfarers clock face
 That own but a limited life's without a restart  
 A place never known nor seen before in this life
 Yet, calls to an embedded fire in his heart  
 That's lays beyond the pall of human perception 
 Where mind, body and soul are elucidated, as one
 Erasing all scars and pain of every operose step
 Replacing failed loves, broke and shattered 
 To reach and live- in love's … welcomed arms
  
 Poet of the Light © 2020  
 
 

Squandered

 I got married very young  
 Divorced nearly as quick  
 Then married impulsively
 Trying to rekindle a love
 That was lost to time past 
 Both my wives failed me
 In hindsight and honesty
 I know I failed them too
 I- just don’t really know 
 Who failed who… first!  
 
 Poet of the Light © 2020  
 
 

Straight

 The infamous tease is over  
 It’s taste has finally soured
 Spoiled Sangria is a waste
  My attention has been lost
 Your conditions, dishonest   
 My value, underestimated
 Mouthwash is just too weak  
 Jack Daniels- single barrel
 Now that's an honest… treat
 
 Poet of the Light © 2020