Hell bent

 The stars are messaging
 Our signs aren’t aligned    
 And love isn’t ordained
 Have not they noticed,  
 My rebellious streaks?
 Albeit stars are bright
 But they haven’t a clue  
 What love really is or
 What love...really can do  
 
 
 Poet of the Light © 2020
   

Barometer

 Has my innocent heart birth a murmur?   
 My passion for some things is waning
 Those things that added value to a life  
 My motivation has been maladjusted
 Almost as if the fire is losing the air
 It requires for nourishment and power
 Even my ambiance feels a bit different  
 Much the way daylight savings time is  
 Changed by some ominous switch flip  
 And I’m suddenly out of sync with it
 As if I’m betwixt the lull of that storm
 And its pending demolition... deliverance  
 
 
 Poet of the Light ©  2020  

Hard way

  I didn’t listen all that much as a child  
 “Don’t touch that” too late! painful lesson
 That’s me, following my heart elsewhere   
 I knew I was edging over that threshold  
 Tempting fate, maybe foolishly even God  
 Against my inner voice, against all odds
 I persisted, after all, that's how love works
 I’d push until the world pushes me back  
 It premeditates past humanized boundaries  
 Defies all the best of logic and reasonings
 Comes on like a tsunami out of nowhere
 On a clear blue skyline, then just, becomes  
 Love- my greatest of gambles and of losses
 I should know, I have the scars to prove it
 Hey, what can I say, I’m human...and a poet  
 
 
 Poet of the Light ©  2020
 
 

Graffiti

 Like the winter snow
 Shows up while you’re asleep  
 What I felt had changed  
 From every time before today  
 Albeit, that doesn’t mean a thing
 For anyone, especially for me  
 There are things we know
 In a cosmic lightning speed  
 And recognize it’s truth  
 Long before we can even think  
 The writing is on the wall  
 Even if we don’t dare to read  
 We can feel the message presence  
 Even if it never tries to breathe  
 All my wishing won’t change a thing
 Reality can speak so bitterly
 If this, if that- just shifting sand
 To pretend it can be different   
 I don’t want to believe it's true
 Another storm I have to get through
 I’ve been here a time or two
 Though I can’t say, ever this deep  
 The writing is on the wall
 And time itself is… nearly gone
 
 
 Poet of the Light © 2020
 
 
 
 
 
 

Exposé

 I’ve noticed, of late, I’ve changed
 Its not that I don’t care, cause I do  
 I’ve lost that fear of losing people
 Even if they mean a great deal still
 I’m unsettled yet, if it's a good thing
 I wasn’t ever really like this before  
 Maybe I’ve forgotten what matters?
 Or, I’m discovering… I should too!  
 
 
 Poet of the Light ©  2020  

Abeyance

 A snick of love is itself most unique
 Smiles grace the face of its key-holder
 As if unlocking a room full of treasure
 However, what of the other keys left?  
 It gets me nowhere- to be a spare key
 On someone else’s key ring in waiting  
 To see if I’ll become selected someday  
 Am I better off being a door that’s lost?  
 Or lock that eventually rusted… in time?
 
 Poet of the Light © 2020
 
 

Shortfall

 Seems anecdotal  
 But it took some time  
 For me to realize  
 We won’t fill that void
 Existing in each others lives  
 And I find it heartbreaking
 Maybe, you always knew
 But kept it to yourself  
 Things aren't what they seem 
 So little makes any sense
 But we all know- that's love  
 Its honestly hard to cope
 When you feel you got so close  
 Only to watch it burn away suddenly
 Left here in the darkness
 How so poetically apropos
 And you’ll move on
 To where you belong  
 I’m at a lost for words now
 Of what I should say to you  
 There’s a part of me that hurts
 That doesn’t want to hurt you too
 All I know, is what I don’t  
 And I wish I didn’t- now  
 As I try to feel the wind again
 Maybe it's just too cold?
 Now, you just wanna be friends  
 Story of my life, new chapter  
 Same continual tragic ending   
 Me- picking up the pieces  
 Of my open hearts… disaster  
 
 
 Poet of the Light © 2020   
   
 
 

Put by

 Crisp crackling has begot   
 Ponderous tracks in white   
 Adorned in crimson signs  
 Her images still chase him
 Like an unalterable shadow  
 That resides within his soul  
 Oh- how words cut through  
 Like a thrown spear at war  
 In fogyish of life and love  
 The thumping of his heart  
 Clashes against his wound
 As his bloody drops trickle  
 Down to the wintry tundra
 Becoming lost ruby stones  
 They sizzle in chilled snow
 Never to be found or valued  
 But he dares not to take rest
 He has too miles to go first
 Returning to his sanctuary
 Nestled into folds of alpines   
 Founded in his life eons ago  
 Atop great mountainscapes  
 Where sacred paths still lay  
 Beneath an enduring blanket  
 Where horned sheep do play  
 Like unsupervised children  
 Where howling winds hide  
 Both his hobble and self pride  
 Where his own lone candle  
 Accompanies time granules
 Shifting in unchanged seasons
 On the fray of life and regrets  
 And dreams are so much kinder  
 Than those longed for ventures  
 Encountered following...his heart  
 
 Poet of the Light © 2020  
 
 

Vacancy

 By choice or  
 Circumstance
 At some point  
 Sun rays will tire  
 All rain ceases to fall  
 Echoes fall damp in silence
 As my whispers forget to call
 And I've gone out of your sight   
 As my desiring love...gets forgotten
 
 
 Poet of the Light ©  2020
 
 

de Feu

Oh- chaste Vestal Island of passion
I’ve not set sight of your ivy shores
Basking in lushness, of lunar silence
Or experienced their volcanic waves
From those deeply hidden eruptions
Nor degust any of sweet ripen nectar
Of your long sought fruited drippings
Protected by the outgoing tides force
Which is in constant stirred churning
Preventing my vessels palmy landing
Pursuing a pirates map for...lost treasure


Poet of the Light © 2020