Category: Fiction

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

Flesh and bone

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August charred anything breathing 
Especially if you went out after dawn 
Everyone thought I was just reading  
Biding my time but silently dreaming
Of love dipping in midnight passions
Dehydration plays with imaginations  
I used to wait mostly by the window 
Watching that amberoid ball lumber  
Around suppertime she’d be glancing
Between those ivory sheer curtains  
An hour later she’d go out for a walk 
I be out there- conveniently waiting
Summer sweat dripping of my body  
She’d smile and wink; I followed along 
Down a dirt road to the fishing pond 
Summer heat needs some cooling off 
But man! I was just warming up 
No one noticed we were missing 
Their laughter’s echoes in the breeze 
But I sure wasn’t missing anything 
Her pale skin glowed in moonlight 
I was convinced she was all goddess
A pair of bare silhouettes splashing
Churning up more than shallow waters
More than a simple boy could handle   
Her hair danced in the setting sun 
Amber tinted black just like molasses
She could have colored me blind 
I tell you, I wouldn’t have minded
My soul was flirting with danger 
Nearing midnight, she lit us on fire
Time after time I nearly lost conscious 
I was willingly caught in her clutch 
Only the good Lord could have saved me 
But thankfully, he was just far too busy 
My whole childhood; coming undone 
She took me to insanity … and then some 

Poet of the Light © 2021

Parallax

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We both stared out over the horizon
Fixated on the intangible and imaginary
That both our hearts longed to discover 
That missingness only we could notice 
Longing to be held and gently embraced 
And by faith, trusted it would come 
Only in the right time, fashion, and play  
Like two boundless comets heading there 
We eagerly merged into a single atmosphere 
Our naked coalescence felt nearly flawless 
As if by designed but left unquestioned 
Believing fate had bestowed our wishes 
We tossed and turned at times got bruised 
We ignored damage done and moved on
Believing then it takes time to get used to
Those quarks and wonderments of another 
As time slipped away, so too did that image 
Like a slow unnoticeable dissipating mask 
We seemed to be heading in opposite directions
Scorned faces replaced all the smiles and grace  
All while clinging to our ideal point of view
Unaware our unlimited imagitions matched 
But from the distorted reality we really had 
We fell blindly in love with our shared eclipse 
Passing in a fogyish darkness like lost ships 
Unmet desires brushed each other’s wounds 
With the tenderness of quivering fingertips   
Mistook for each other’s wandering hearts  
The treasure we truly sought was absent 
Which is why our chaotic separation hurt 
As a cruel reality finally snapped us apart 
Sending us twirling on the cusp of invisibility  
And we drifted aimlessly back to our space 
Discovering no two points … are ever the same 

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Poet of the Light © 2021

Callow

The only thing I ever utterly failed at 
Was telling myself the truth, when needed
Hindsight is like that unwanted angel  
Appealing to my common sense beforehand 
If it was not for my complicit blindness 
I would have never loved … what ails me 

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Poet of the Light © 2021

Codependents

  
Like two forgotten fragments of the universe:     
Sometimes, life is just lacking- in realness
A missed voice, touch, or innocent kisses 
Needing more than a memory worth of infusion 
And so, when we indulge out of selfishness 
We embrace the falsity of a strange kindness
That we gift to ourselves, through others 
Tagging along childishly with the night of stars 
Whilst the moon displays her romantic melody
Quickly captivating our sense of human desire  
She had seen me, for what I too seen in her 
We both knew to seize opportune moment
Share of ourselves openly without reservation 
For now, they’ve become so sparse with time  
Twas merely an excused infatuation in motion
That we had chosen to surrender to passion 
Knowing all too well, laughter would become
A fleeting sound of echoes off in a far distance
Our talk of love, merely overspent currency  
And morning’s dawn would rebreak our hearts
Returning us back to an unwanted reality 
Diverging from one another’s arms and life
The way night and morning do so … naturally 

Poet of the Light © 2021