Category: irony

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 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

Abstraction

 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

Could’ve been’s

Some things aren’t worth
Keeping and better off to be
Leaving well enough alone
Like wildfires out of control
Let time fall flat on its face

So I’ll just start by drowning
Those little bitty memories
All their following aspirations
Of us and everything- love
A homage of sorts for losers

Then I’ll burn our bridges
Being left behind wrecked
In billowing smoke and dust
From unused passion I had
Once conjured up about us

After which I’ll slip away
Like loves refugee I’ll flee
That imaginary you and me
In the middle of some night
While the moon is sleeping
On a pile of cloudy pillows
And rain pouring down hard
Washing away all my tracks

Until I find some place that
No one you’ve ever known
Knows me or even my name
I’ll end all my rhymes and
Their reasons to exist too
Maybe then I’ll forget...you


Poet of the Light © 2020

Abridgment

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?”

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Poet of the Light © 2020

Tortoise

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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

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That life often begets each of us

That even I must fully admit

Every truthful platitude has merit

Certainly with love in our lives

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Perhaps- they’ve helped foster hope

When expected outcomes seem so

Idealistically incompatibly reachable

Fueling our faith on mere- prayers

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Where I see plausibility, dreams emerge

Considerably and instantaneously…if only

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Poet of the Light © 2020

Hybrids

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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

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Poet of the Light © 2020

Jewels

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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Poet of the Light © 2020

Inspired in part by a nameless follower~

Acclimating

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