Perpetual

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Perhaps it was some sick twist 
The cosmos nefariously conjured 
At both of our tragic story expense 
While the question remains ever present
One senses deep within ones heart 
Like an aberrational extra shadow
I’ve finally grown to simply ignore 
Now, that I just do not bother with 
Always asking myself “why?” anymore
Endlessly searching for some answer
Inside a labyrinth of plaguing questions
That towered over all I thought I once was  
Harshly learning instead, it doesn’t exist 
Anymore than “us” ever really did 
And even though I was the second one 
To eventually walk away from “us” 
It was only after you let go of me … first  

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Poet of the Light © 2021 

Vanquishment

I’ve written my deepest poetry
In but a near silence of honesty
But the world will never read
A single word, line or verse quilled
For the ink itself- became invisible
As soon as my hearts tears… dried

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Poet of the Light © 2021

Misaligned

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Now I won’t lie, no reason to anymore
I’d find- a place to somewhat dwell
Every now and then but never for long
Cause something over time always told me
This won’t be lasting, cause illusions never do
And excuses wear out their welcome soon
Never lasting more than a few good seasons
Pretending at love, is never a good reason
Foolishly, we lived in a battle over our truth
The sun burned out and the moon turned black
It was like the ground no longer nurtured
And I slowly died- someplace deep inside myself
Until strong changing winds blew me off
In all sorts of misdirection’s, sometimes hell
I’ve thirsted for a place outside my dreams
Beyond the pall of all visionary things
A place that never dies up and fades away
Or suddenly turns forever winter cold
It gets harder to tell with passing time
If I’ll survive long enough, to be touched
Some place where I’d just truly know
This was always Gods plan, all along
Maybe it doesn’t exist, at least for me?
Or maybe it did but I was too foolish to know
I understand, I may never really know now
Still here I am, a misplaced seeded of love
Just waiting to burrow, in the right life
All I know, is I belong- somewhere yet unknown
In the arms of a heart, I’ll finally call… home

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Poet of the Light © 2021





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

Poet of the Light © 2021

Beached

As if I was in a dream lost 
Moonlight held a drape of dark 
I gentle, opened my eyes
Looking across, a ripply horizon 
As I laid alone along side
That sleepy mirror of water 
Watching images of you and I  
Come to life- in full blown color 
Inside our laughter filled yesterdays
I can still hear their echoes reverberate 
As those heartfelt scenes changed  
With the direction of the breeze
Your voice permeating my heartbeats
And my eyes filled with cloudy drops
That simply refuse to leave me 
Clinging like a fearful child
After all- truth be known 
This maybe the last time 
Your presence, comes to visit
This maybe the last time, I hold… you 

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Poet of the Light © 2021


Hourglass

 The stars I saw in your eyes  
 Was that promising future I desired
 I opened myself to vulnerability  
 Until yours, found someone else's
 And now I feel lost deep inside myself
 As the space between us- grows
 With a louder sound of shattered silence
 I’m watching the grains of my forever
 Slowly fall- out of my daily life  
 Nothing could be more hurting
 Than to watch it all with my own eyes  
 You’re like a comment streaking away
 Without looking back one last time  
 Without so much as a… goodbye
 
 
 Poet of the Light © 2021  

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
 
 
 Poet of the Light © 2021
 
 
 
 
 
 

Heartfalls

 The river below has slowed its flow
 Covering its banks at night in fog 
 Geese are passing through 
 Winter must be coming
 The sun has waned in its duty  
 Winds have stopped whining
 Solace is seeking its rest again  
 And you know, I was almost used to  
 Sitting here alone- in my silence
 Recognizing my predicament    
 But like a rogue freight train  
 You- became a loud summer glint  
 As if a lost whisper returning   
 Reflecting, living so wildly free   
 And in that way, you brought me hope
 Oh the mountain trembled, a bit
 I hadn't felt that in such a long while
 It was an unsuspecting rush  
 Flushing through my whole body  
 You were waking the sleepy me up
 From a complicit dream of slumber  
 And you always seemed to know
 Exactly what's on my mind
 In much so- sometimes I wondered  
 If you were just some fragment
 Of myself, lost to a past life   
 Or perhaps, its wandering ghost  
 Trying to tell me something  
 Something, that I may have forgotten  
 Something, I’m yet to discover  
 I have no idea- truth be told  
 What you’re really think or believe   
 You hide now, a shadow, inside your life
 Slowly going further away from me
 Someplace I can’t see or be  
 And now, suddenly somehow
 You’ve become part of the mystery  
 That kept me in this distance
 Just when I'm getting that feeling
 Of wholeness, was still possible
 It seemed I was on the cusp  
 Of learning- a great something
 That’s now getting lost  
 Inside all passing moments  
 While I’ve been pushed down
 From my grand summit of old   
 Left to sit in my silence once again
 Where time alone taught me  
 Between the slides and heartaches  
 Was what I finally came to realize, is   
 We’re just colliding mountainside mirages
 That broke free from our life… for a second  
 
  Poet of the Light © 2020 
  We are crumbling pyrite...    
 
 

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  
 
 Poet of the Light © 2020  

At play

 Beset in a human type of spindrift
 Silent acts of flapping, fleeting caws  
 Dawn gently melts away a rolling fog
 As night temptingly slips off it’s drape
 I feel on my skin the chilly air, breathe
 As my weary mind wanders aimlessly
 To recall all of your missed touches
 Spoken words of love and their hope
We are those children no more, sadly 
 Angelical face of such sweet promise
Gone now, there- beyond that great pall  
 Shivers race feverishly through my soul  
 And I further wonder again to myself;
 Would you return, if you really could,
 To me, my heart, my arms as it once was,  
 Or would you remain- my lost forever?
 Oh how my tears even fear your thoughts
 And reluctantly fall- away from me too
 Now only my shattered dark emotions
 Will share their seasons… without you
 
Poet of the Light © 2020