Sunlight had nearly been suffocated

As gray clouds and smoke tripped

Over the hidden mountainous ridge

I stood there, brazenly upon its tip

Of the precipitous rocky summit

Defying gravity and my own sanity

Shield-less from the blinding light

And a teasing intangible winds touch

As it prodded at my skeletal frame

Like some devil hoping for my demise

Palpitating heart remained constant

There before me; the face of an angel

Eyes like fields of sparkling emeralds

I was spellbound to the ignorant point

I turned bluish inside my scattered mind

That I- almost forgot to breath- outwardly

When insanity abruptly took hold of me

As if possessed by some other elder self

Blurting out… “care to go out later?”


Poet of the Light © 2020


Settlement may be a matter of subjective perception or position, as one defines their ultimate summit predicated on their ultimate objectiveness.


Newness is overrated and I was only new once- at my birth. There is something grand to be said of refinement the hands of time decides for us.


The depth I am is immeasurable in determining the height I stand. I don’t compete with the sun because I’ve come to understand my limits, I am sentient and a multipurpose free thinker whose time is limited whereas the sun is always myopic, senseless and caught within a timeless purpose not its own that serves everyone but itself.


I stopped rushing in choosing my paths and learned patients, which is where I also learned it’s the path that calls to someone and then leads them to true happiness. Euphoria is a short lived pleasure for an ego but the happiness found in Love.. is timeless to a soul fulfilled.


Poet of the Light © 2020

If only-

Both virtually and physically

Has uttered across my own lips

Nearly as fast as my quick mind

Has realized- simple poor timing


That life often begets each of us

That even I must fully admit

Every truthful platitude has merit

Certainly with love in our lives


Perhaps- they’ve helped foster hope

When expected outcomes seem so

Idealistically incompatibly reachable

Fueling our faith on mere- prayers


Where I see plausibility, dreams emerge

Considerably and instantaneously…if only


Poet of the Light © 2020



Oh ye woman of my dreams that visit me

Like a zephyr only my heart knows

And hides behind a veil of fogginess, hear me

I was taught all of mankind was born with a soul

But, another vision like you has come and spoke

I’ve learned- they were misleading many

They needed humanity not to know- absolute truth

And I accepted and swallowed their lies too

Like a child does it’s mothers milk

Eagerly seeking satisfaction I knew would come, fill me

Oh gluttony even then can still be a sin, unknown

To carry into all of eternities hollow halls alone

Twas most foolish of me, my weak humanism

No spirit resides inside like a hidden shadow

From a divine whisper at my conception called soul

Its vulgar, by design, dear woman, I tell you this

So much make so much sense- now that I know

My deep inner void and bouts of darkness

I could never drown even by spirited rivers

That have plague me like a quagmire since birth

That rage of thunders bolts that spears my heart

Storms of sorrow and insationable hunger

That ghostly thirst, ever present on thine lips

For that I do not have…nor can I ask- for it

I’ve learned now, the secret bounds, cursed some men

To do so, would taint it, taint me for all eternity

I’m alive for purpose not my own to pretend, to mimic

Like those who can fall in love like springs rain drops

To be tested, tempered by invisible fire that burns

A mission assigned, and set forth unknowingly

To be gifted- of that what I do not have

While possessing that which I do have, but cannot gift, as yet

Oh such truths can be bitter tasting I swear, dear woman

Oh Lord- why has thou bequeath me such a burden;

Only to laden me more so by learning- of its truth?

Woman I secretly utter now, I’m one: a treasure chest

Born with a gift of everlasting love inside, for one

But I have no key and cannot release it

Because I have no soul to call love to me

That holds the answer key, in her heart

Unblemished by truth, caring and moved within

A spirit enough of hers for two- humans

And open the chest: me-

By its only designed key…Love


Poet of the Light © 2020



Oh cynical world-

Where are you heading

What are all these lies

You seem to be telling

To everyone gone blind

But has a heart that still, feels


I find myself – at odds

Caught between Stoics

And the bleeding reserved

Both encapsulated in a dark

That truly breaks my heart

We have to turn, ourselves around


What about Love-

How will it ever grow

If we pull back and hide

For whenever hope- comes

Knocking on our door

But chose not to answer, at all


How’d we get so far

From where we once were

Mistrusting every strangers

By the clothes they wear

Because of someone else’s crime

Before we’ve heard, a single word


Befriend- is how it starts

It like a seed, our best chance

When finding our kinship kinds

Just as lost inside temporary time

Like us, in need of a little togetherness

Be a sparkle they find… inside dark silence


Poet of the Light © 2020

Inspired in part by a nameless follower~


If only hindsight was more forwardly

Some repetitions, I’ve long tired of

I know it seem cynical by nature

But mainly when it comes to to love

When the relationships grows sour

And they- become bullish cyclopes

Inside my tender hearts china shop

Akin intimate time, pictures memorialized

Our shared memorabilia ends up, broken

And I alone, am left to clean up my pieces

Of my trust, life, dreams and of myself

Remodeling all the unnecessary damage

Changing me, my outlook, circumspection

Just like my last, premature- ever after

Strange how they break it, then blame us

You would’ve thought, people so close

Would be more understanding, in letting go

That the care would’ve easily extended

A kinder, more protective parting of ways

Instead of some prideful Pyrrhic victory

By a lover who’s unveiled as… a stranger

Poet of the Light © 2020

Outcast peers

Normalcy for me, is aberration for others

Fringes are where I feel most comfortable

Albeit a handful or vast crowd of people

I’m not antisocial nor modernly eccentric

I simply pick and chose my social sphere

There is some truth I can be a bit pedantic

There are things that are important to me

And maybe, as much or as few that aren’t

We all have certain quirkiness’s to tend

From my unique observational point of view

I’ve silently learn to see things like a puzzle

Or at least, its digested in that manner, for me

Everything has its place to balance harmony

And there are a plethora of life’s nuances

Overlooked or sadly, cynically dismissed

People are the crudest of pieces on the board

Like when it comes to love; playing masters

While constantly changing themselves to fit in

Or lead others from a hubris nearsightedness

Right into a disaster- that was fully avoidable

Sometimes it is most disheartening to watch

Other times, it can really be quite comical

I guess truth is, I’ve always been this way

Pondering which road I should take, longer

Including retreating from whence I first came

Thinking deeper by stepping back, knowing

I’ll always be chosen by the path…that leads

Poet of the Light © 2020


I thrive; in dark, though it appears bleak

Where a flowers bloom can be achieved

Even if witnessed by a lunar eye in silence

Unique, steeped in a divine set of process

Where petals serve as spoken epitaphs

Of a stem that once dared to behold them

A petal never falls, unless nourishment is gone

I don’t date, not by today’s meaning

I don’t interview a heart placement

I don’t befall to placated platitudes

I do- permit my heart to be taken- stolen

By authentic touches- seemingly berceuse

By whispers, words or full embodiment

Where logical emotions speak volumes

And every step taken, a new fulfilled promise

The way dawn does of the chasing sun

And the sun does of its beloved moon

It seems a most dangerous habit

I know, Oh- I know all to well my friend

As the dust settles and I- the carnage

Laying battered, busied or discarded

Almost a neglectful way of ones own heart

Unless absolute love, is the only option

A heart that’s so far has paid a high toll

Wrought with crevasses clear to my soul

Where my love for all others stems

And pure love for a promising one…still lives

Poet of the Light © 2020

Changed number

Three states, nine hundred miles apart

Been so long since we’d last talked

To be honest, I was a bit in shock

I can’t remember how many years

Or even the season or why you called

You just blurted out so nonchalantly

You’d just opened chilled Mogen David

Then you started dialing my number

As if you still knew me, after all this time

Maybe you never expected me to answer;

Like so many of those evaded questions?

I told you I still think of you all the time

Akin: I’m out trekking some mountainside

Chasing an invisible connection for my soul

And you followed- with a deep- long inhale

Just long enough to, stir up a little silence

Where I thought I heard your heart flutter

Like how your voice whispers my attention

But I was expecting, maybe a little more

I bit my lip and the suddenly you hung up

You were still able to bring hurt to my eyes

I tried to call you back but got your service

Your voice saying you’re out, “living it up”

I left a few messages, how we ought talk

But now I see all we ever accomplished

Was a craving love we left unfinished

Rode hard and put away in an odd silence

I think its time for maybe a new mountain

I’ve moved on to the factual realization

To know, is to hurt, what could’ve been…ours

Poet of the Light © 2020