Charade

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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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Poet of the Light © 2022

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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Unexplainables

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Greif can be a dark fickle thing

Just as you dare to go out in public

When you think you have a handle on it

It comes at you full force out of nowhere

Without warning, it throws a gut punch

Waffling in fear, loss, anger, and confusion

Each emotion fights for full attention

Which is the last thing you want at all

Family and friends only worsen the effect

As their cynical advice is nonsensical

And absurd under normal conditions       

But you can’t remember your old normalcy      

You’re grasping at air for tangibility

But all your fingers find… is emptiness  

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Poet of the Light © 2022

Winter whet

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There do come times I’ll question

My own sense of imperfect sanity

In part; an exercise of self-awareness

Test my own intrinsic boundaries

Of knowledge and understandment

In hopes to grow; broaden my horizons

Become more than a seedling sprout

While simultaneously seeping deeper

Silently into my own rooted native soil            

I get lost in sunlight and darkness alike    

I weather storms and seasonal starvation

I’ve bled when injured and healed in scars

And I nestle into my fertile broken dreams

Just before the security…of winter’s cover

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Poet of the Light © 2022   

Reptilians

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There are those deft people    

Who are often diplomatic

With their calculating wit

In answers and sentiments

But secretly being dismissive

To lesser skilled practitioners

That brave in honesty upfront

Reveling their desires or trust

Risking all their vulnerability

For sake of something- purer    

Just to be wounded or slayed

By sharp tongue of wordplay      

When deft secretly fears a love

They’re just too incapable…of

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Poet of the Light © 2022

INRI

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His cloak long stripped off

Lost desire to hide himself

He is here- – your- brother

Strewn amongst the lesser

In miscolored bit of pieces

As if he was pecked carrion

Life rented from humanity

For but narcissistic ravens

Where he bled betwixt gasps

To be laid open and nailed

His faith tattered into tears  

They claimed it was heresy                               

To be so bold with the truth                          

To live and die a Son…of God

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Poet of the Light © 2022

Crucible

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I’ve fallen between the lines

Portraying the idiot at times

When the mood strikes me to  

Fitting the character’s profile

By some unseeingly observer

Having age-old bones to pick                            

That’s been gnawing resolve       

A type of pit in a man’s soul    

That never becomes satisfied      

But will attempt to placate it        

The way drugs alter a mind                      

Often at the expense of others                   

And the idiot is no idiot when

He outmaneuvers…a narcissist

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Poet of the Light © 2022

Intersections

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Right from the beginning of life 

There are those that are nurtured  

By both parents and life, itself  

And those that come into themselves 

Percolating over the course of time  

Children are both whiles being children 

But at any point, they can transform  

Autonomously taking charge of their thriving  

Sprout off in any number of directions 

Some kids are hampered by darkness  

While others, from childhood- flourish  

Darkness freeing them from all conscious

Light and or darkness become a romance 

But only one entity desires… affirmation   

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hooked

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Intoxicating

Each new glace

Stronger than the last

It’s a full-blown addiction

I just don’t know it yet

Maybe I never will, after all

We haven’t so much as spoken  

At least to each other

Yet- I hear your moist whispers

Echoing chills down my spine

As I drown in your perfume

Sitting on the fray of your dialogue  

Slip sliding on your silky words

Visionary fingers wander blindly

Emotional flares heighten

But your rose-colored lips

Would cut away…my last resistance

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Poet of the Light © 2022