Category: literature
Used to
I used to love the moon at night Now it just some overt reminder There are other stars in the sky I used to wade into the waters Before water drowned me in tears Now I just watch it all from afar I’ve become estranged to believing At least the kind I used to trust in Wordless, truth spoke in the eyes I used to love all beautiful things Old, broken or misused by others Long before my whole life changed I used to be honest down to my bones But now- I can’t tell if I’ll love a lie That smiles and whispers: I’m alone I used to respect and know myself Before getting used to … loving hell . Poet of the Light © 2021
China shop
The sun rose up eerie that day Clouds seem to be at a stand still I really didn’t care much as all Smiling to wholeness of my world As every color brought me more joy With remnants of those moon kisses Still wet and fresh upon my lips Then sadly- I noticed, your absence By then all the clouds disappeared Somehow, I stood there- in the rain Felt the heat burn me in place My heart and mind going senseless My lips suddenly cracked and dried Everything: a new shade of grey Even unspoken whispers couldn’t fly In your wake all you left behind Was for me to innocently sigh Wallow in hollowed memories Kneel in an overwhelming disbelief Even my inhales were half shattered I was just another- broken piece Of the world your horns have ravaged All I am, is your… collateral damage . Poet of the Light © 2021
Pivotal
It starts like magic so innocently Resistance begets that new friction A whiff, a look- maybe simply nothing Like a flame growing out of control Everything about you is right here I’m bewitched- but I just do not care Once I see your eyes I am hypnotized The touch of your fingers, caressing Sending fiery chills all throughout me Weight of your body covering mine Sweet dampness of your lips pressing And I’m falling in an imaginary truth So much for calling this a peaceful truce I degust your kisses; so intoxicating Then I am lost to you from everything I feel you pulsing trough my veins Like a drug- making me feel insane I can’t hold on, and I can’t let go Am I coming here or am I going there? I don’t know- what is wrong or right The sun suddenly blacks out just in time Can’t seem to reboot my …muscle memories . Poet of the Light © 2021
Barrowed
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~
Overcome
Setting aside all our childishness And those hurt emotions, still left Inside raw scars buried in my chest From a devastating chaotic erosion Of our once shared euphoric heaven Protected by some imaginary bubble Oh! I have come to realize these days That wear on in much different ways There is no real guilt to share or wear No blanketed blame for either to carry Such is the nature of adventures taken No misleading star we blindly followed That stole us away from our own reality No winds came to blow us off course Albeit we drowned in what was current What we shared was beautiful, at first And far beyond our ability to maintain We were but simple pyre to that flame We got caught in the wild and rampant Until we fell into an invisible crevasse A fault line- that laid obscure somewhere Between where we started, and ended A landscape we learned was not… love . Poet of the Light © 2021
Flesh and bone
August charred anything breathing Especially if you went out after dawn Everyone thought I was just reading Biding my time but silently dreaming Of love dipping in midnight passions Dehydration plays with imaginations I used to wait mostly by the window Watching that amberoid ball lumber Around suppertime she’d be glancing Between those ivory sheer curtains An hour later she’d go out for a walk I be out there- conveniently waiting Summer sweat dripping of my body She’d smile and wink; I followed along Down a dirt road to the fishing pond Summer heat needs some cooling off But man! I was just warming up No one noticed we were missing Their laughter’s echoes in the breeze But I sure wasn’t missing anything Her pale skin glowed in moonlight I was convinced she was all goddess A pair of bare silhouettes splashing Churning up more than shallow waters More than a simple boy could handle Her hair danced in the setting sun Amber tinted black just like molasses She could have colored me blind I tell you, I wouldn’t have minded My soul was flirting with danger Nearing midnight, she lit us on fire Time after time I nearly lost conscious I was willingly caught in her clutch Only the good Lord could have saved me But thankfully, he was just far too busy My whole childhood; coming undone She took me to insanity … and then some Poet of the Light © 2021
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Modulations
They often asked what was bothering me Rarely did I hear what they’re saying When they saw me stop cold and stare I was simply locked into a moment Suddenly triggered by something In the air or just lying there in the silence Time steals me back to that place called- us Before it crumbled into broken trust Goosebumps erupt over my skin Maybe the world is coming to an end Has the sun fallen for the moon’s shadow? How could I know when I get like this? I don’t usually even realize Teardrops breaking from my eyes Or that my heart tries- escaping my chest Misbelieving you’ve returned to stay That you are sorry and want to change All I really know is there are fragments Of you and your essence at large and everlasting Admittedly, sometimes I don’t notice They have stopped asking me … anything . Poet of the Light © 2021
Bifurcation
I am mortally beset- By merely my own frail human boundaries However, God has granted me imagination And hallowed love embedded in my soul In which- I can at times, transient beyond All those limitations; letting my heart drive As I am sure, somehow, know where to go Excel faster than light right up to the heavens As it wholeheartedly seeks to reconnect To loved ones and days foolishly lost to time To hear their voices, feel again their touches To embrace those awfully missed hugs To once again see the light of life, in their eyes To be kissed by their lips, oh how I’d quiver! To taste their divine tears as I kissed their cheeks To hear their laughter roar like a summer thunder To be bestowed love and imagination … I am blessed . Poet of the Light © 2021
