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Some of us love long downpours

That’ve dared to secretly sneak in

Beneath the humidly of daylight  

Like warriors out on some mission

Saving what’s been wrongly taken

But I abhor their feckless endings  

Qualm appears in queer ways

It is most strange, I’ll dare say

For me to sojourn for simplicity

That niche- where I’ve long to be

Within the worse of microcosms

Some of us bare out these lessons

Quietness really isn’t always

That peaceful sound thought

To bring one’s harmony back

That invisible sense of balance

Some of us have acutely learned

To recognized that unique “lull”

Of silence- right after a storm

Because we know what follows

Which is why, for some of us

The echoes are truly far worse

Then the origin … dares to be


Poet of the Light © 2021

Prophets’ dilemma

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We collided like shooting stars

Streaking across the whole universe

But our passion became our poison

Weaponizing everything in our hearts


Filled in doubt and wrought suspicion

All the scaring became the easiest part

We slowly ran away from one another

Afraid of who we weren’t- becoming


Looking to claim who we never were

And we pretended not to notice, much  

Until- we knew we were already gone

We turned our flames into a dark ice-age


Slipping past eternities edge of recovery

What have we done- to ourselves… to our love?


Poet of the Light © 2021


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Oh! how easy it has come for me
Almost like second nature, taking first
To beat emotions with wordy cudgels 
Mentally, senselessly again and again
As if- that individual was a virgin drum
In desperate need of renewed breaking in 
And heightening even more all this mess 
Intoxicating pain served, as my new love 
It’s so much quicker to just hurt myself 
Let me save you from the duty of scaring 
My whole identity and inner self-worth  
Saving you from the burden of … your love 

Poet of the Light © 2021 



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  

Poet of the Light © 2021 

Re: Ernest Hemmingway
For whom the bell tolls~


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I earned unwittingly, a PhD in heartbreak 
Having been a veteran of loves battles 
The triumphs that befell to unseen loses 
I carry many of scars deep within my soul 
Not all memories are pleasant, to say the least
However, many are held close to my heart 
I still love everyone I ever have before; 
And honestly asking, how could I not? 
It’s simply in the spirit of who I wish to be 
The level of degrees has receded somewhat
Like dry season’s do to fresh riverbanks 
At times I tease myself with those “what if’s” 
Just my way of imagining while I surrender 
Our love lasted as long as one could expect  
When you are the vessel; they, the currents  
Like time, they became lost from my present 
And like time, I know they’ll never return 
Reasoning, you can’t touch the same water twice 
But as for some, once was more than enough  
Albeit many of lessons I could have done without
There was no other way for me to be … elucidated  
Poet of the Light © 2021


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Beneath the pall and upon royal breathes 
Tantalizingly it lives seemingly unseen 
Yet its slightest weight can be felt within 
Clear to the core of their hollow marrow 
By those who crave its whet wicked taste 
Justifying every stolen drop slurped
Before slaying the rebel voices of … truth 

Poet of the Light © 2021


I know there were times I hurt you
With little things I said and done
Wandering in my immature actions
But it really wasn’t- my intensions
I was only playing, and having fun
Never realizing the hurt I was causing
Someone I claimed to forever love
A broken promise of words in the works
Oh, my deeds were running too deep
And fracturing all that I ever loved 
Making me a keen poet of your heartaches
I never saw- breaking into tiny crevasses
Failure to plan, is a simple plan that fails
And I failed you unknowingly from the get go 
But baby, baby I know there were times
When your hearts joy caused tears to run
Down your face toward your captivating smile
And you’d pull me close with a tight hug
Loving on me like a heavenly micro-storm
Oh baby! You were showing me your love
Making me feel like- I was your only sun
Wrapped up inside your hearts universe
Safe and content while being just plain dumb
Oh baby! How I miss those times now
More than anyone could ever understand
And most times in my nightly fantasies
I can hear your voice, softly whispering
My name in a way- that only you can 
And I wait evermore to feel your touch
Cry a little drop of your rain on me again
Light me up once more with your love
Like no one has ever done, before or since
Gasping I open my eyes cause I can’t breathe
Only to wake and discover, baby it was only me
Chasing after wisps of you in my memory
Realizing I’m beset in luminous of … poetic agony

Poet of the Light © 2021



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We were strangers when we met
That felt comfortable- at last 
Caught up in desires visionary tale 
And the more we got to know and hold
Each other in those burning moments 
So hard to find in a growing cold world
Out and away from the world at large
Where only you and I- seem to exist  
Living off loves begotten exotic tastes’ 
And falling deeper into one another
Like twin rainbows across the skyline 
Beneath a heavenly rain shower of blisses 
But all good things come to an end 
When- the illusion simply dissipates
And all the colors drain away  
As the cold face of reality changes
Sweetness into a true bitter tragedy
It was a snowy day I’ll remember forever
We remained strangers- when we left
Each other’s broken self far, far behind
Reminiscing- if only, if only… we were right 

Poet of the Light © 2021


 I skipped out of church that Sunday  
 There was a drunken gray overcast
 The air was heavy and foul scented
 I climbed up on the concrete railing  
 Perching myself like some giant bird 
 Looking down at the deceptive water
 Waiting for fates sudden gusty breeze  
 To save my frail courage from failing
 But on that morning, it was windless
 Any other day would’ve been windy  
 My bad luck or was fate still toying,
 With my mind, my heart, my life?
 I remained seated watching, waiting
 For answers I couldn’t find elsewhere  
 Hours past, none came as I felt dull
 I stood and turned to get back down
 Feeling defeated even more when  
 My feet landed, a gust of wind came
 And removed my hat; it fell down
 Upon the same watery surface below
 In that moment all I could surmise  
 Was my hat was gifted mercy I wasn’t
 Strange thing to compare oneself to  
 An inanimate object such as a cap  
 Frustrated I quickly turned in disgust
 At myself, my thoughts and lost hat
 I slipped off the walkway curb and fell
 Into the street in front of a screeching
 Car that came to rest inched from me
 A panicked lady rushed out of the car
 To my side to offer triage or prayers
 Her eyes were filled with teared terror  
 Thinking the worst had just happened  
 She knelt down by me; a crowd formed
 Her hands were shaking, yet she was  
 Focused on only my personal well being
 My heart filled with embarrassing guilt
 As I tried to reassure her, I was just fine  
 In hopes everyone else would move on
 And relieve her of any self-indictment
 She helped me to my feet and offered  
 A ride, then she insisted I drive if I felt
 Up to the task, and I eagerly obliged  
 It was the least I could do for my victim
 Of my childish tactics lead by emotions  
 We hadn't gotten more than a few blocks  
 When I realized she had been drinking
 And was still crying and apologizing  
 I told her everything will be alright  
 But she still assert it was all her fault  
 She had been depressed about her life  
 And was on her way over the bridge  
 With the intention of drive off the  
 Quay in her car after drinking all  
 Night long to muster up the courage
 Her sobbing increased and begged  
 Me to forgiver her, I wept myself
 To the point I had to pull over and  
 Confess my own foolishness to her
 After out tears and shame subsided  
 We agreed to go for coffee and talk
 Four hours later I pulled up at my  
 Address where a young man had  
 Been sitting and holding my cap  
 In his hand, I was puzzled at first
 When he explained he found it by
 The riverbank stuck on a tree branch
 He retrieved it and looked inside to
 Notice my name and address was
 Inscribed inside on a tag sewn in
 Which read, if found return it to
 My name and address for a reward
 I had forgotten my mother sent that
 And as a joke sewn that inside due  
 To me always losing hats as a child  
 I gladly offer him a ten dollar reward
 He happily accepted and headed out
 Then he stopped and said the most  
 Peculiar thing to both of us smiling
 “You know, with a little more faith
 And trust in the lord, he wouldn’t have
 Needed to do things the hard way for  
 Just to make both of your lives- happy “
 Bewildered I tried to stop him but-  
 He simply ignored my shouted request
 We wed at the church seven months later
 And that same young man also appeared  
 Waving and smiling in the crowd only to  
 To disappear a mere few seconds later  
 We both turned to each other… and grinned     
 Poet of the Light © 2020  


 It’s actually offensive really  
 How easily we just dismiss  
 Our own advice- to others
 Glossing over subtle cues
 We tell others are red flags
 Except when it comes to us
 Until, we’ve taken notice or  
 After...we’ve been burned
 Poet of the Light © 2020