Category: Inspirational
Presevationist
Since you’ve been gone
I’ve been nothing but lost
You were the counterbalance
When everything went wrong
Nothing I can say will change
My broken direction now
Life will never be the same
Cynical whispers hound my peace
In night and daydream turbulence
Whenever I strive to reemerge
From shattered pieces of my heart
As my shadow is absorbed in a darkness
And I’m just a living memory
That refuses to forget… you existed
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Poet of the Light © 2023
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Battle tempered
Like a shadow of who I once was
I’ll walk along my empty shores
In the twilight hours of times before
Gathering empty shells of dreams
Left in the wake of ugly betrayals
That nearly drowned me repeatedly
I’ve stepped past the ghost of my hurt
That plagued me for too many years
Through my heart still feel the scars
That still hungers for- a love unfound
Where I can practice all, I’ve learned
To feel the warmth of love in my arms
While I’m clutched in her guiding hands
Teaching me to trust love… once again
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Poet of the Light © 2022
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Disintegrated
My mind does try to understand
All things my emotions just can’t
Like why my heart wants to forgive
But still feels too broken down yet
It favors I surrender and let you go
With all this pain you’ve called love
My soul believes were heading for
A crash much worse than all this
Heartaches aren’t worth the trouble
Let’s stop pretending their normal
I’m so far from everything I’ve wanted
And sometimes I may feel I deserve it
Broken hearts cling to a glimmer of hope
One day someone will love us…anyway
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Poet of the Light © 2022
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Believers
Sometimes we have to just sit in the quietude
Attentively listening to no one but ourselves
Our dreams, our woes, uttered prayers aloud
Untangling why we always feel that blueness
Paying close attention to what is not said too
Like those secrets, we keep locked in our head
Behind a hidden door of our most inner fears
Where we store the scars of rejection and love
Where we keep window and shutters nailed shut
Those time-etched shattered pieces our ourselves
We hold hope to revive back to some kind of life
Knowing full well, in our hearts it’s not possible
Not without a miracle that only love can bestow
The kind of divine miracles we’re born… to dream
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Poet of the Light © 2022
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Daydreamers
Life proves it’s ever-changing; is a truth
But many opt to “go with the flow”
Find a place within the tidbits offered
However, I cannot choose to do that
For me, it seems to be ceding of my dreams
To the degree, that I’ve lowered expectations
Not only of my value but in those possibilities
Almost as if I’ve found myself unworthy
Of dreams, I truly still desire to achieve
Albeit I may be well off the crucial track
Possibility remains alive as much as I do
I concede my odds of failure do grow higher
Just as my supporters dwindle in contrast
Nonetheless, I remain a faithful… believer
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Poet of the Light © 2022
Unconventionally
I’ve no real magnetic control
Over my heart’s love for someone
Nor should I, least it be perverted
I can accept it or pretend and deny it
But inside my heart, it is what it is
A truth I’m consciously aware of
Love defies mortal rhyme or reasons
And yet, it will reasonably rhyme
Like a divine harmonious song
And we play as parts of its chords
To make it sublime to us and others
And my affinity for someone may
Last a day or a lifetime- far beyond
I’ve loved beautifully and…tragically
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Poet of the Light © 2022
Inter-agent
Akin being born with an extra shadow
That instead dwells on the inside
Where I do battles for what’s right
Accordance and mood of my mind
And blurred mirror images of myself
With most of those times at a cost
Plus, emotional scars on my heart
So often- I’ve fallen on my sword
Protecting all those, I deeply love
Those with a disdain for who I am
My perfection isn’t perfect enough
So, they dress me down in my shame
And I reside out on the fringes of life
Far from view of their… darken eyes
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Poet of the Light © 2022
Salvaging
Everyday a little more darkness
Slowly oozes away in pure silence
And I become a bit more resistant
To residual pain of your memories
Yet, I haven’t stopped all the tears
Every now and then my numbness
Feels a bit more of the new warmth
Each new day spills into my scars
I’ve gotten past the blame I placed
Upon myself for you being this way
And I affirmed it wasn’t my love
That spoiled your dark bitter heart
Someone else did that long before me
Just as you did mine… before leaving
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Poet of the Light © 2022
Numinous
It was surrendering; not her
But for my essence at all once
How she coolly looked at me
Disarming all my keen senses
And my pretentious resistance
As if she just peered through me
Like some pane of imperfect glass
Exploring yet ignoring- obvious
Flaws and my muddied clarities
I felt entirely elated and fearful
My two married emotions danced
Throughout my fiery imagination
She’d no clue she touched my soul
The two last things… I expected
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Poet of the Light © 2022
Whispers of a poet's heart 