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Best laid plans are transitory

But sometimes I wish I could see

My future far enough to prepare

To readjust and remain on track

To know when to hold in place

When to walk away- ever silent

Know the best way to let it all go   

Know who to trust with my heart

When to know when love is truth  

There are empty-hearted people

Selling out love for any attention

But I ain’t one and will never be

I’ll see it through until the end

Even if in the end… it’s just me


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Like a colorless rainbow adrift

Long before I landed in winter

I loved akin a season of spring

I stood in cold breezes of despair

Sat through the hours of lonely  

Watched the fog steal sunshine

Walked in rains in uncertainty

Swallowed all my broken pride

Still, my love would trudge on

Battered, bruised, and scarred

Despite all these things you do                            

Despite all the words you utter           

I’m a ghost you’ve never known     

Since you’ve never desired… love


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Just off a summit point path

It was a view overlooking water

As well all the lower elevations

Just a lone bench tucked under

An umbrella shade of an oak tree

I’d often visit, even at twilight

Amidst cosmological tranquility

Staring at the stars in heaven

Improvised scenes on a fogy fabric

That had never realized the fruition

All poets are but great dreamers

They paint elegance from their heart

As they try to live it ever so briefly

Before it slips back into… invisibility  


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Affluent laid on the outer edge of town

Beyond the downtown train tracks

I resided among the working classes

Where imagination somewhat offset

A dreamer’s longing in a beset reality

And liken all missionaries endeavored

I walked just where life persuade me  

If only my life were more a rough draft

Of some unfinished fable in progress

Awaiting corrections that matched

Both my desires and earnest truths

What a tale would become unfolded

What a slice of life I would’ve known

And what a heavenly love … lived


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You can’t rewrite history arbitrarily

Not without lying to yourself, daily

And in truth, there’s never closure

No such thing as moving forward

From damage caused by a narcissist

If there were, scars would be erased

My unflinching trust would exist

Moreover, an unsabotaged me- lives

Unfortunately, that’s not the case                   

I’m reminded in tiny ways of this                           

At times I awaken from tiredness  

Or while attempting to live my life

Remnants will steal my continuity

You can lie to yourselves… but not me


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Writing is very cathartic

Like finally walking in the door

Taking in a deep breath of home

Letting out all the ugly toxicity

And slipping off a heavy day

As you slowly ease into a chair

Worthy of your tired derriere

Writing can seem like body armor

Before the fight between lines

Where heroes become the masters

And villains are mere ghostlike               

Where truer love can be found

In the most unnuanced moments    

Even if only in a heart’s… realm


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The atmosphere felt very eerie

As I felt a shadow of suffrage

Her fixed eyes spoke in volumes

Long before her lips ever could

Stalling in face of uncertainty

My heart is compelled to listen  

During the eruption of emotions

All facade of my reality crumbles     

Even within the ugliest of truths

Whilst my heart is being broken

My world slows to a standstill   

Despite turbulent echoes of chaos

Or unrelenting looming questions

I longed most for…her dark whispers


Poet of the Light © 2022


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I have overspent on love

With too much of myself

And now there’s nearly nothing left

I stare out my bedroom window

Up the stairs on the second floor

Watching the landscape changing

As frosted windowpanes weep

Warm amberoid rays fade away  

Cold winter wind blows in greyness

Whisps of fog freeze fall trying to escape                       

The fireplace remains cold and empty

Remnants of your presence chill me      

As howls of winds return echoes

Of your last words … before leaving


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Grace in motion

You made me a light, undeserved  

When all I wanted was to be a shadow

You dared me to trust in love

Even if it disappeared from touch

Life for me was never easy

But I reluctantly accepted it

When my emotions got the best of me

You could hear it in my voice

You were there saving me from darkness

As I’d fall- like a sparrow- wingless

And when I broke down and cried

My brokenness fell in your arms  

You wiped away all my tears

With mere whispers…of your words


Poet of the Light © 2022

In memory of my daughter, Ashlee Dawn…

fruition (long read)

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I too, go now soon

Where is as I must

Before the snows fall

And greys become dust   

After all, tis my very nature

Heavenly hands instilled

And life nurtured by moonlights

As an inner child’s dream in truth

I’ll ascend near where Eagles soar   

There, up in a corner summit borrow

And campfires are lost to darkness

Where snippets of life are painted

In colors of wild mountain flowers

And lush meadow green lands

And sprinkles of sparkling stars    

Higher than is here now

Where breezes tumbleweeds for miles   

Across dried-out level landscapes  

Where Bison herds and bears roamed

Amongst glacier lakes and tall grasses

Back in a time long before I was born

When stars were filled with prayers   

And I too must complete a cycle

And I’ll do so with my Lord savior

Listening to my humbled heart speak

The way a Father does to his child  

As I bear witness of those who loved me  

And those who wiped my salty tears

Fed my broken heart promising stories

Triaged my rented skin and soul

Steeped me in warms cups of forgiveness

Reminded me of my mountainous mission   

In betwixt quiet hours of inner peace

And glorious dawns of dewy mornings

Where Mother nature kisses all living  

I’ll colorfully imbue as memories

Imprinted gingerly on my soul’s fabric

Carrying with to unabashedly boast

Where I’m from and to where I go  

As I walk in the complicit echoes

By legions of revered Poets of old

Whispering our creative thoughts

Into sleepy young hearts, we left behind

That try to comprehend why

Their tender nature compels them  

To sit thoughtlessly… admiring summits   

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