Category: abused
Used to
I used to love the moon at night Now it just some overt reminder There are other stars in the sky I used to wade into the waters Before water drowned me in tears Now I just watch it all from afar I’ve become estranged to believing At least the kind I used to trust in Wordless, truth spoke in the eyes I used to love all beautiful things Old, broken or misused by others Long before my whole life changed I used to be honest down to my bones But now- I can’t tell if I’ll love a lie That smiles and whispers: I’m alone I used to respect and know myself Before getting used to … loving hell . Poet of the Light © 2021
China shop
The sun rose up eerie that day Clouds seem to be at a stand still I really didn’t care much as all Smiling to wholeness of my world As every color brought me more joy With remnants of those moon kisses Still wet and fresh upon my lips Then sadly- I noticed, your absence By then all the clouds disappeared Somehow, I stood there- in the rain Felt the heat burn me in place My heart and mind going senseless My lips suddenly cracked and dried Everything: a new shade of grey Even unspoken whispers couldn’t fly In your wake all you left behind Was for me to innocently sigh Wallow in hollowed memories Kneel in an overwhelming disbelief Even my inhales were half shattered I was just another- broken piece Of the world your horns have ravaged All I am, is your… collateral damage . Poet of the Light © 2021
Modulations
They often asked what was bothering me Rarely did I hear what they’re saying When they saw me stop cold and stare I was simply locked into a moment Suddenly triggered by something In the air or just lying there in the silence Time steals me back to that place called- us Before it crumbled into broken trust Goosebumps erupt over my skin Maybe the world is coming to an end Has the sun fallen for the moon’s shadow? How could I know when I get like this? I don’t usually even realize Teardrops breaking from my eyes Or that my heart tries- escaping my chest Misbelieving you’ve returned to stay That you are sorry and want to change All I really know is there are fragments Of you and your essence at large and everlasting Admittedly, sometimes I don’t notice They have stopped asking me … anything . Poet of the Light © 2021
Non causa pro causa
Points of views; professional or layman’s Can be deceiving and further distorting WE are all fallible at any given moment Dreams can be as inebriating as cathartic To vividly live beyond one’s own boundaries Even in an imaginary bubble of sleep like Offer us insight we’ve unconsciously impeded Can create motivation to pursue past obstacles Serve as a focus point and real sense of direction Unless- the dreams are beyond one’s ability Beyond any practical means of achieving Remember, the snowflake effect is actually real And can just as easily burry us under context Well then, dreams become the drunken issue Where we start living life only in dreams And stop paying attention to real opportunities Only to struggle in the real world, as a failure A version of yourself, you play for everyone else Compounding, conflating and disorienting- us Dreams are beautiful when realistic and honest Or- like some drug filled life of disappointments A means of sabotaging ourselves because we adopt Rational and reasoning from others; ignoring ours Only to consume life, foolishly wasting it away By crossing over bridges of resentment and jealousy Right after we torch the very foundation of them Conveniently inventing our excuses well in advance So much effort, for crumbs of someone else leftovers That, they may never even had wanted to begin with Remember that life is filled with bad accomplices Insecurely offering us cursory encouragements We must be our greatest arbiters, in every moment Not suggesting we settle for less than: achievable But we must identify our own true limitations Merely stating reality deserves our full integrity And as such, shouldn’t we deserve our full attention? Be it about our finances, health, or introspection Break the mirror, dare to shatter those illusions And have an unconditional conversation within I find, our duty: being the best self … we’ll accept . Poet of the Light © 2021
Exquisite friend
A blushed sun is veiled this day Marbled grey skies; fogyish overcast Interchanging breezes, so apropos There is no one to send flowers to Rose thoughts permeates the ambience Nor sentiments for the obvious loss Or to see paying their last respects The sound of taps won’t be heard Echoing out like moaning birds No- you expelled all that in darkness In depths where love and you crashed Crowds won’t be here gathered around To shake any hands or wiping tears Regrets for things left unsaid- vacant Your scars need not mend complete now Cause for love is being laid, tragically The sermon, will come as silent whispers All will miss the unsaid moral message No one will know they were even thought And I- need not battle with your odd wits Nor the choices you made so impulsively I will miss dragging you out of hell’s gates I guess in my own way, I always believed Your finishing act would be in such fashion Daring to love, one last time, unabashedly I will truly wish your full forgiveness Each time I come visit… my faithful heart . Poet of the Light © 2021
Righteous
Crimson- black, blue, and undistinguishable Shattered; a scattered casualty of a mess As if a giant glass kaleidoscope had- burst Her fingerprints, clearly all over all of it That’s how she left my innocent heart On her immense exit of my love, my life Her weapon of choice was whet caustic words Razor sharp that cut to the bone of my soul I never would have suspected this cruelness And I sat there stunned- alone in a dark corner Even my tears had given up on the task of falling Like an abandoned child ignoring the obvious Still, with last fiber and conscious of my being My heart craved the best way to … forgive her . Poet of the Light © 2021
Parallax
We both stared out over the horizon Fixated on the intangible and imaginary That both our hearts longed to discover That missingness only we could notice Longing to be held and gently embraced And by faith, trusted it would come Only in the right time, fashion, and play Like two boundless comets heading there We eagerly merged into a single atmosphere Our naked coalescence felt nearly flawless As if by designed but left unquestioned Believing fate had bestowed our wishes We tossed and turned at times got bruised We ignored damage done and moved on Believing then it takes time to get used to Those quarks and wonderments of another As time slipped away, so too did that image Like a slow unnoticeable dissipating mask We seemed to be heading in opposite directions Scorned faces replaced all the smiles and grace All while clinging to our ideal point of view Unaware our unlimited imagitions matched But from the distorted reality we really had We fell blindly in love with our shared eclipse Passing in a fogyish darkness like lost ships Unmet desires brushed each other’s wounds With the tenderness of quivering fingertips Mistook for each other’s wandering hearts The treasure we truly sought was absent Which is why our chaotic separation hurt As a cruel reality finally snapped us apart Sending us twirling on the cusp of invisibility And we drifted aimlessly back to our space Discovering no two points … are ever the same . Poet of the Light © 2021
Angst
As if on cue to my insecure wounds Shadows appear, but only at night Like flickers of nefarious flames As they hunt and prance about I find there’s nowhere to escape I shyly peek out- from beneath That thin layer of false shielding That separate all them- from me Whilst preparing to inspire myself To save all that is left vulnerable As my heart pitter-patters loudly And in my immature clumsiness I know, I’ve slayed those monsters At least a thousand different ways Yet somehow-they remain ever present And return once again, just as lively Which axiomatically begs the question: What part maybe purely all delusion? So as to fully embrace… the reality I’m left . Poet of the Light © 2021
