Category: acceptance
Unconventionally
I’ve no real magnetic control
Over my heart’s love for someone
Nor should I, least it be perverted
I can accept it or pretend and deny it
But inside my heart, it is what it is
A truth I’m consciously aware of
Love defies mortal rhyme or reasons
And yet, it will reasonably rhyme
Like a divine harmonious song
And we play as parts of its chords
To make it sublime to us and others
And my affinity for someone may
Last a day or a lifetime- far beyond
I’ve loved beautifully and…tragically
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Poet of the Light © 2022
Broad strokes
The morning is cold and gray
Feels like winter is on its way
Spring and summer are memories
And there’s a hollowness inside
Echoing back things about my life
I’m missing chances I let slip away
These echoes are reminding me
Not to waste another fragile day
Yet I still don’t know what to do
But chase after rainbows I can’t see
Slaying windmills found in my way
Looking for where I truly belong
Scarred, tired, and barely hanging on
I’m a man you’d have to love… blindly
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Poet of the Light © 2022
Pseudo syndrome
We reside in a transitory world
Giving out only what we get back
Searching for permanent answers
But settling instead for imitation
In bewilderment of what went wrong
We fearfully hold back for betterment
Afraid we might lose out altogether
While suffering with what we accepted
Diluting ourselves and relationships
Neither of which we would ever admire
And overlooking the most obvious
Unconditional is not…some paradox
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Poet of the Light © 2022
Prismatically
Heavenly Grace is bestowed eternally
In more ways than comprehendible
No matter how many times we decern it
There are always more levels unexplored
More experiences left to learn
When Grace is bestowed upon me
It is not for me alone to covet
Albeit I experience Grace in a presence
I am also being used to refract it
Just as the moon refracts the sun’s light
Reminding us that even in darkness
Grace remains eternally with us
As we look around at all our darkness
We refract Grace …in the presence
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Poet of the Light © 2022
Leitmotif
There are those that we will love
From our unrestrained nature
Who seem obtuse to love’s value
Whether it is by choice or makeup
And these loved ones may hurt us
In multiple fashions of rejections
Some will pay love no mind at all
As if it is merely just another day
Others notice but remain quite
Intending to evade any mention
Either way, we feel it down deep
And it remains until we move on
If- our love is not unconditional
Then who is really hurting… Who?
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Poet of the Light © 2022
Set
To live is to be called
To be called is to serve
To navigate from here to fro
It is not by accident or happenstance
It is all by design however denied
It is a journey our souls believe in
In times of uncertainty we faith
In times of darkness, we must sacrifice
In times of joy, we celebrate greatness
We chose absences over abdication
We chose acceptance over gratification
We chose selflessness over selfishness
Acknowledging our human conscious
Is to commune honestly… with God
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Poet of the Light © 2022
Taxis
These sonnets akin to my leaves
Written words by a voice in me
Slowly I’ve resigned to let go
Of my untold stories, I know
Some are written by my pain
Some are written for a change
Some are written in my blood
Some are written just because
Some are written by my shame
Some are words I can’t explain
Some are written in my tears
Some took me many of years
Everything comes in due time
My soul… whispers their flight
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Poet of the Light © 2022
Dynamically
Micro cues are very telling
However, there’s no telling
What they mean from person to person
Everything is just general in nature
Whereas nuances are conjecture
And people must invest real time
Before they can benefit from guesses
It’s still called getting to know someone
Learning the tones of their voices
Any reactionary mood changes
Quirky glances across a room
Longing stare into each other’s eyes
Juxtaposing hurt and joyful tears
When to care and when… to be quite
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Poet of the Light © 2022
fruition (long read)
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
Poet of the Light © 2022
Whispers of a poet's heart 