I don’t see myself as white nor brown

Maybe muddled in-between somehow

I can be good and or bad simultaneously

But only if you really know what I mean

And I’ll never stay where I’m not wanted

Unless I’m wanted for the wrong reasons

I’m just an outlaw from life’s normalcy

Eccentric energy flows in my bloodstream     

And I’m fool enough to be caught by love

But know upfront lust will never be enough   

I come as true as the North Star can shine

So long as you keep me fixed in your eyes      

But if your eyes stray off to some other place

I’ll blend into darkness… before you can blink  


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Poetic justice

Reductionists proffer their smug simplistic rhetoric of another’s plight

In a fiery harsh criticism as if they’re some cum laude erudite

Albeit its merely a defense ploy to hide the fact their true gained knowledge

Stems from nothing but anecdotal micro-interpretation of professionals

Enough time, practice, and voila! narcissism has manifested its mask

From under a cold and calculating cloak lacking empathy and a conscience

In a world created parenthetically for picking and leaving their raw casualties

I was chosen repeatedly while still a child at best, but nonetheless- scarred        

As time passed, I grew a larger shadow but not the madness they had

I gained greater knowledge but kept it protected for safekeeping, just in case

And now, here am I- revealing the inner me they’ll never read nor care  

But I care, I’ve always cared and still do deeply, however fruitless

I’ve learned to circumvent their intimidating prowess… with the truth


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I spent a great deal of my life learning things- some unwanted

Some I ignored, some I secretly desired but never did quite acquire

Some nonsensical and some esoteric while I taught others my knowledge

I took on roles as more than myself and honed by my life lessons more or less  

Been to places I never expected but some I planned never panned out

Life is peculiar with its cryptic motivation of changing from day to day

I’ve become shaped or molded and or remodeled like one singular day of the week      

But for me, love had never changed but I learned participants surely will       

Trading off true relationships for more of those transactional ones

The kind that forgets all emotions felt in a blink of an eye or hint of doubt     

Becoming newly engaged before a divorce is even granted somehow        

I still love everyone I loved since a child albeit the quantifications were altered     

Love is that centric attribute about me that remained as unchanged

I’ll bare the same fruited love for all those people… indefinitely


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I have cursed and I have prayed  

I have stood up and I have fallen

I have run and I have been broken

I have smiled and I have humbly cried

I have been right, and I have been wrong

I have dared to walk alone and get lost

Before you know where I’m coming from

You have to risk finding my whole truth

But if you never steep inside my wounds

You’ll adopt your illusionary satisfactions

Cause you’ll only trust whispers by others

Others that have been too afraid to venture

Misunderstanding about what makes right           

You’ll be in the darkness… I’m in the Light


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Despite the greatest of heavenly intentions in a galaxy of wills

Your trajectory glanced off a rogue shooting star

Causing you to skip past where we were both destined

Leaving us stranded from our true fate as lovers

Still, you and I separately walk along the fringes of bodied waters

While on opposite sides of a shared moon’s reflection

Where our lone heart softly whispers our prayers

For all, we still need as tears from our eyes fall through gaps of silence

Into swirling aired winds to soar in search of deliverance  

We reflect like lone abstract flowers in fogyish clouds of water

Convinced we feel the existence of our shared synced hearts

Reverberating perfectly along in rhythm with our missed destiny        

But even if eons pass from heaven’s eternal time

You and I- will still find one another united… one day  

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You and I- are like the naturally occurring equinox

Try as we might by our desire to mesh as the unmistakable equals we are

Would foolishly lead us into a sacrificial implosion  

Having only metrically irritated one another from our efforts

You’ll follow your innateness to the end of time

As I follow the reflections of heavenly mirrors with mine

Only one of us could ever serve in the sun

While the other hovers as the face of the moon

We’re designed to harmoniously balance darkness and light

However, only if neither of us chases or lays claims as the other’s shadow

Our desire is meant to serve throughout our passionate fate  

That motivates all we will ever become, as individual codependents

We’re constricted by our existence for a grand function

Poetically bound together in everything … but love


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You’re afforded to adjudicate me in whatever fashion you desire

Albeit this typically occurs when others measure me by their philosophy

And one most often that I’ve not subscribed to nor chosen to accept  

But its o k really, we can all learn from even mistaken fallacies

Cynics in our life are dark clouds that pass over and inconveniently rain on us

Per usual just when we’ve made some earnest progress in our life garden

While narcissists in our lives are like dark nights that linger in morning’s after

They not only stole all the blankets but every ounce of our lit morning sun

The world fruits with great wonders but it also has far too many noxious weeds

Crowding in personal cracks and spaces with platitudes of “self-serve first”

Contaminating or influencing life connections of any susceptible environment              

We’re at mercy to where we establish our roots in hopes to thrive in our purpose                         

Some of us will become roses, or weeping willows while others dry out and die

Whatever it is I attain to, I pray what I leave behind… flourishes as beautiful


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I’ve read that our journey is our mission of purpose

But I’m unsure others would be so easily convinced of that

Some may argue its unknowable; how cynical to avoid a stance  

It is strange how truth and fiction interchange with the winds

One minute, it and the sun are at your back, in the next vice versa

But for the life of me, I’m unsure which we catch most often or why

I’ve left myself available and open-minded enough for listening

I can be astute to facts and remain fully attentive

Yet, I saw nor heard from anyone that claims otherwise

I’m a simple man steeped in a resolve of living by my beliefs

None of which I can claim is absolute, but it fits me well       

Like the winds, I’ve often changed directions in my life’s venture

Some missions require you to remain… right where you are


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Casting mere simple velleities aside

I’ve peregrinated landscapes of love

Along my way, I’ve paid heavy tolls

I still wear those scars on my heart

As I dared not to give up and let go  

Of a love that left me malnourished

After abandoning my heart and soul

My attenuated mind trust as a child

Albeit love remains my Achilles heel

Love liken a flower survives off hope

And sooner or later true love blooms

In places, no one would’ve thought so

Times grains have been lost to winds

Yet, I endeavor as a … divine sonnet


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