Progenitor

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Like a snapped breath of whispered air

On the cursed side of love gone wrong

I meander between lost daydreams

That I honestly can no longer fathom

And my frosty nightmare realities

Where far too often, I fall, victim

To your lively looking vivid images

Coaxing me into a quicksand of insanity

Pulling me back into the baleful caverns

Of cobwebbed interconnecting labyrinths

Only found deep within my fractured mind

Where my escape is always predicated

On dragging the shadow of my soul back out

Inch by inch on my feeble worn knees

As I clutch what’s left… of my tattered heart

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Suspension

 
 Tidbits of a Tuscan colored sun
 Adorn the wintry gray horizon
 Beset by a most dividing pall haze   
 As ghostly clouds and wild fog  
 Chase one another in mere silence  
 Providing them rhythm and reason  
 True to life and their own nature  
 I strive to rediscover for myself  
 Since absence of loves presence  
 I’ve transformed into loneliness  
 And became too accustomed to  
 These caustic cold breeze kisses   
 Playing havoc on my numb cheeks                       
 Liken a tall oak tree, overburdened  
 Dew can still seep down my face   
 Transplanted in some remote forest  
 For all the broken, lost or unwanted
 Where few visit or care of recovery
 Caught between life and hibernation
 My frayed heart awaits... rejuvenation
 
 
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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  
 
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Moon shadows

 Here I am, recovering  
 At a slow pace, inside of me
 Between the dark shades  
 Of foolishness and shame  
 Far from your cutting words
 Out of your reach forever   
 Oh girl, you really hurt me
 Down deep inside of my soul  
 You’ll never know- just how bad
 Cause I’m never taking you back
 And these scars will remind me   
 Sometimes, the pain wins
 And I hide behind the lie, I’m fine  
 When I’m crumbling again
 Right there center of my heart
 Where your silhouette chases  
 After my inner feelings    
 And withdrawal of your touch, haunts
 The darker corners of my mind   
 Where I let you pretend, to love me
 More than I did, to myself  
 But those days are long over  
 Its only nights I have… trouble with  
 
 
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La vie

 In depths of my own dark dearth
 All my hungers, my thirst- stalled  
 I stayed unmoved and unnurtured
 Safely imprisoned within myself
 Until I heard your… whispers call  
 
 
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Torturers

 

I’m fully guilty and I own it
 We send our hearts outwards  
 To find and enjoy love, life  
 Short of knowing everything  
 And ill prepared to effectuate  
 What we demand of it...daily  
 
 
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Grey going black

It should be criminal
How you do me this way
I can see it all now
You don’t want my love
I’m just your passing time thing
To replace what you’ve lost
A temporary kind of ghost
Keeping you from going insane
How vulgar you’ve made me
Like an infection spreading
Now I need someone else
To be vulgar for me
A plaything to keep on a string
Whenever my emotions get to me
And I’m missing that touch
Of whispers caring bout me
I miss the shivers you gave to me
When I first believed
My mind is slowing dying
In a gray pall of reality
Because my heart is broken
And my cure left me on the floor
Not even one little taste
Unsatisfied in every way
In the darken pain of… unloved


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In significance

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Another time, another life
I could be someone else living
On the other side of losing love
Where the sun shines just right
And I sleep intertwined in limbs
Of the woman that saves me everyday

Conversations, all the things you don’t say
Are like echoes returning
Repeating inside my foolish mind
And I don’t know why- as if
They’re trying to say something else
Maybe, none of it means a damn thing

Foolish dreamers always get hurt
Believing in lofty miracles
Just to keep hope alive inside
Instead of realizing, they're not enough
Of all the things she keeps needing
That she only finds, with someone else

She’s crying again, another tonight
He’s hurting her, every bruised emotion
Lies and manipulations of words
Shattering her heart and dreams
Making her feel lost and empty- alone
Instead of loved and truly wanted...forever


Poet of the Light © 2020



Retardation

I’ve long gown tired of these
Immoral tossed out, drive by rescues
Of disingenuous platitude utterances
Being the new normal compensation
Temporal self-serving people now offer
Playing hero in their ensuing stories told
Instead of authentic human compassion
Only produced from an empathetic heart
Inherently true in nature...as truth of love


Poet of the Light © 2020


Patented

It’s bewildering: synchronicity

Stumbling over that threshold

Of someone else’s

Into the cold sobering air

Of reality; that waking sensation

That numb and yet accidental

Humiliation, all rolled into one moment

Experienced simultaneously

Wanted or not, shattering your delusion

Circumstances make for romantic fools

Time and time again over the ages

After you started believing in a love possibility

That would defy all odds of probability

But- instead find yourself facing- it not

Standing alone in that never ending moment

That you don’t have a chance in hell

To sum it all up, mildly

Not only are they silently rejecting you

But you have to fully admit

And responsibly evict your unwelcome self

As one of those “good ones” again

Another scar for your souls sleeve

Seen and praised for all your realness

You and your revealed heart of gold title

Are left in as a dark shivering of an answer

As not good enough to be the one wanted

And now you’re forced to silently…move on

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Poet of the Light © 2020