Maturity- is not time fixed
But my ego never knew this
Required changes took place
Cause I once needed to be seen
Or needed to be heard aloud
Craved to be believed or loved
I’ve reached my summit- of self
Humbled by silence observantly
Where I then understood greater
All that I was not– ignorantly
Realizing my home was the valley
Where lush lives live by necessity
Where I’ve become in authenticity
To thrive in my own… genuineness
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Poet of the Light © 2022
I returned to our beach
And the sun broke early
I sat, recalling you, and us
I found an abandoned pail
I began making sandcastles
And I was trying to recapture
Life in motion from memories
But I was having little luck
They crumbled over an over
How I empathized with them
Struggling to remain strong
To at least appear- alright
The lake water had dried up
All I had left fell… from my eyes
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Poet of the Light © 2022
The only real passion you held
Was your own self-admiration
Seeing success in materialism
Gaines off other’s misfortunes
You despised anyone- different
Who offered commoners help
Or gave away valuable advise
Entirely secured in themselves
It made you colder and cunning
Relationships were but punitive
Praise was your drug of choice
You loved the taste of revenge
Yet, you go to bed humiliated
Incapable of being …charitable
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Poet of the Light © 2022
I spent so much time in darkness
That one day it befriended me
It was as if a new door opened
I felt absorbed into its essence
Finally, the fear I carried left too
I heard vesper whisper of prayers
Yet, there were no bodily presence
Understanding each of their words
Interpreted through my emotions
A zephyr caused chills, then peace
Then came an orb of buoyant light
Suddenly the space was lit alive
As I calmly looked over to my left
There stood Christ… holding my hand
Poet of the Light © 2022
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Inspired by my love for my siblings.
May you never feel alone in darkness.
I love you all dearly, Rick
Thomas: 77b
My life has never been perfect
And I’ve reconciled to that fact
I’m not sure I’d know perfection
If it stood before me personally
At least in context often misused
I’ve known a gauntlet of darkness
Well enough I could trek it blind
As I do in my reality- instinctively
Weaving across constructs of life
In and out of greys and shadows
Or relationships ups and downs
More so when friends become foes
My best comes- when familyships
Treat me more like…a human stain
.
Poet of the Light © 2022
I seem to be living in a time
Doubt rises with the dawn
Long before I open my eyes
I got a whole lot going on
Winds of change circle me
Like a cloud of confusion
Nothing is gained or freed
I’m left with no one to talk to
Lord knows- this ain’t easy
But I wish it could be with you
Knowing you were listening
Made all the difference for me
When I felt like I was being heard
And my words mattered… too
.
Poet of the Light © 2022
Nearly all we do is transitory
Much like many aspects of life
Happiness itself- is oft fleeting
In its very authentical fashion
From one moment to moments
Chaos only reins in its absence
We are so sensitive to change
To those often-missed nuances
Noticing more the empty voids
Attributing something outside
Of our own self for love and joy
Oft correlated it to other people
Forgetting we are centrical to it
As both may seek refuge… in us
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Poet of the Light © 2022
Betrayal is an accessibility door
To the core of my vulnerability
The headquarters of all that I am
Where I deduce my truest realities
Where I’m secure in a certainness
My secrets, my fears, my weakness
My trust is nurtured and matured
A conscious place I may retreat to
From the world at large or at times
When my realm has become ugly
Or that ugliness is now my chaos
When trust is unexpectedly broken
When my love for another is marred
By a friend proven to be …a stranger
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Poet of the Light © 2022
In some respects: “The path not taken”
May well have been the very right one
But for all the wrong reasons unknown
Our diverging moments never do return
However, their wise lessons taught, will
Right and wrong will forever serve us
In predication for our pending futures
I’ve taken many preverbal right roads
Discovering it wasn’t where I belonged
Whilst a few notorious- wrong roads
Were more comfortable for my palate
Coziness can retard one’s inner growth
Just as unjust punishment prevents love
Diverge your past- then… embark again
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Poet of the Light © 2022
I’ve searched my erstwhile times
When I had a love affair with life
Like a child’s prepubescent crush
On someone in walls of silence
Where even my soul celebrated
And I was devoid of responsibilities
But time ushered in newer knowledge
Often in those lackluster lessons
Where I learned about authentic
And genuine held separate distinctions
Love is a mature act all its own
But far too often nefariously misused
Conflating preference, with loves actions
As children when adults… know better
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Poet of the Light © 2022
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