Used to

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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 

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Poet of the Light © 2021 

China shop

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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 

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Poet of the Light © 2021

Pivotal

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It starts like magic so innocently 
Resistance begets that new friction  
A whiff, a look- maybe simply nothing 
Like a flame growing out of control 
Everything about you is right here 
I’m bewitched- but I just do not care 
Once I see your eyes I am hypnotized 
The touch of your fingers, caressing
Sending fiery chills all throughout me 
Weight of your body covering mine 
Sweet dampness of your lips pressing  
And I’m falling in an imaginary truth
So much for calling this a peaceful truce  
I degust your kisses; so intoxicating
Then I am lost to you from everything  
I feel you pulsing trough my veins 
Like a drug- making me feel insane 
I can’t hold on, and I can’t let go
Am I coming here or am I going there?
I don’t know- what is wrong or right
The sun suddenly blacks out just in time 
Can’t seem to reboot my …muscle memories   

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Poet of the Light © 2021 

Barrowed

 

Oblivious to nature of the galaxy 
How it toils on without permission
However, we do notice of its presents 
When that infamous tolled bell rings 
If- I hear echoes of the bell tolled 
I know, twas not for I- not this time 
Yet- and none the less I am lessened 
Of whom it tolled in reconciliation
To notably lose an unmet friend 
In a most eerie but secretive silence 
That often can have a chilling effect
I should relax; loosen my tense cringe 
Recollect my lost train of thought, as if
Nothing at all happened… when it did  

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Poet of the Light © 2021 

Re: Ernest Hemmingway
For whom the bell tolls~

Overcome

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Setting aside all our childishness 
And those hurt emotions, still left 
Inside raw scars buried in my chest 
From a devastating chaotic erosion 
Of our once shared euphoric heaven 
Protected by some imaginary bubble 
Oh! I have come to realize these days 
That wear on in much different ways 
There is no real guilt to share or wear
No blanketed blame for either to carry 
Such is the nature of adventures taken 
No misleading star we blindly followed 
That stole us away from our own reality 
No winds came to blow us off course 
Albeit we drowned in what was current 
What we shared was beautiful, at first
And far beyond our ability to maintain
We were but simple pyre to that flame 
We got caught in the wild and rampant  
Until we fell into an invisible crevasse  
A fault line- that laid obscure somewhere 
Between where we started, and ended 
A landscape we learned was not… love 

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Poet of the Light © 2021 

Modulations

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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   

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Poet of the Light © 2021 
 

Anecdotic

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Mind not the shabby quarters I keep 
I admit fully, it wasn’t always this way
But this landscape has endured much 
As have I- serving as its lone steward 
I have crafted again renewed old walls
Out of loves cracked blocks of trust 
Many discolored with gaping holes 
Wrought with fingerprints of old lovers 
That have worn no shame nor blame 
In changing of their fashionable desires 
As they existed my heart in a cloud of dust
Offering me no questions or answers  
These tiny pieces of what laid strewn 
Became sidewalks my midnights use 
When ghost of their vacancies … tuck me in

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Poet of the Light © 2021 


Exquisite friend

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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  

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Poet of the Light © 2021 

 

Righteous

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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 

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Poet of the Light © 2021