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
It’s unpredictable really
My mind tends to escape
Drift off to an unknown place
In a slow subtle kind of way
Sometimes for a few seconds
Other times, time just disappears
And I’m unsure- for how long
Something frequently brings me back
Back here to my heart and reality
Idealistically I pretend as if it sneaks off
To spend time with you- some-where
But unable to recall any of the visits
Yet, I know deep within my heart
One day, it will take my soul…with
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Poet of the Light © 2022
Sleepless nights walking
Across memory avenues
There are no exits available
Dampness lingers in the air
Locked inside a music tune
That endlessly toys with me
I sit silently and keenly wait
As yesterday becomes today
A blanket of amber and blue
As dawn breaks the horizon
And proud tears in my eyes
I watch- baby roses bloom
Much as I unwantonly realize
My babygirl is…an Angel too
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Poet of the Light © 2022
I miss the way we
Danced in rarity
Of your early years
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I miss the way
You sang with me
In a car going down a road
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I miss the way we
Stormed the woods
As I watched a man grow
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I miss the way we
Played games for hours
Laughter was our wild card
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I miss the way
We talked about anything
It always filled my heart
.
I confess, I’ll miss it all more
Those here now or already gone
When time comes … to depart
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Poet of the Light © 2022
I bear the scars rented
From misbegotten love
From ten thousand roads
From where I have trodden
By both my body and soul
Where I’ve walked dusty
Where my lips have thirsted
Where I felt unfulfilled hunger
Where I cloaked in only cold
Where my heart was broken
Where the darkness reined
When the sun was unrelenting
Where came the nonstop rain
Where Grace accompanied me
Where I am…for all of my days
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Poet of the Light © 2022
I felt a flow of abeyance today
Lingering off the near horizon
In an unexpected conversation
Between implied and inferences
Where notice of frayed teethers
Were being taught a bit tighter
Straining corroding tie points
Aspects feel a tug now and then
Things age within their lifetime
Just as some lifetimes are shorter
And some become more corroded
So now, I must prepare- myself
For razor-sharp words to speak
And a wounded heart to… bleed
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Poet of the Light © 2022
I walked upon dried-out furls
Of tangerine and marmalade
They crunched like rusty cans
Morning dew had dissipated
With a refractory of moist fog
Surrounded by stalks of greys
Their brave ghostly shadows
Step by step I broke a silence
As I secretly maintained mine
All your little-known nuances
That made you-you and special
Forever my forethoughts will be
Memories of the life we’ve shared
Never accepting our love…diverged
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Poet of the Light © 2022
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