Category: literature

Macquarie

 

Drunken monochrome of a gray clouded skyline

Unashamedly muffles the sound and warmth

As a new day here goes unnoticed of its birth

Sometimes- when struck by the right coolness

I visualize and feel like some attentive Penguin

Standing amongst others on the dark shoreline

While they celebrate unions and communications

Cold waves incessantly crash steps from my feet

Almost as if life is paying me an empty homage

I’ve become a King, on my own sandy stand

While my tired but studious eyes remain fixed

On the distant horizon, seeking but just a glimpse

Any modicum of difference- that changes normalcy

That distinctively and ultimately delivers an answer

Perhaps unbeknownst me, it likely drowned in route

Between shadows and fierce snapping whitecaps

For a question, I can’t even fathom in asking…myself

 

Poet of the Light © 2020

Finish us  

 

It seems in these current days

I don’t have much to say… except

 

What a wicked game time tends

To cruelly play- in lives of life

Taking away love and happiness

Unlike in your arms, where I felt born again-

Wholly, tempered, finally justified

Where truth and lovers live  

 

All- I can hope now is

You’re better off there than here

We were once so close,

When it comes to closeness

 

Now reality feels like those

Wide open spaces between us

Where I still dream we’ll run

Someday, so we can live- love

 

Even though it’s as if

Only my eye sees this falling rain

That has taken over the reins

Of my bleeding cold nights and days

 

Oh- now I barely feel those cold drops

Drip slowly away through my hands

Where the heat of our passion collapsed  

Warming our moist palms, again and again

 

You know- the enormous amount of pain

It takes for a single teardrop to weep

Is nearly humanly unfathomable but-

Comes all too easily for me, since you’ve gone

 

Oh- how God and I know just how bad

You’ve let me down- and left to drown

Yet- still I wanna love you, incessantly

 

That faint sound my heart makes now

Is because of how- you’ve bruised

My soul- so unexpectedly

 

As that haunting, haunting silence in-between

These heartbeats- is where you’ve carelessly

Broken me, repeatedly- in all my memories

 

And still- here I am, a wiser fool, Baby

Waiting to love you- ever foolishly again

With all, all that I have…left unbroken with

 

Poet of the Light © 2020

As the crow flies

 

Every now and then- eruption

I become moved deep within

As if, you saw and understood

Word by word, all of me, just as I am

 

You’ve become ripples upon the waters

Rushing to bring me something better

And I mindfully think of it more like winking

In our moment, I seen you, you saw me

 

You’re that whisper that touches in trills

To awaken the up most surface of my soul

And remind me, you’re always ever present

So I will remember you, and not feel, so alone

 

I’ll come to the water’s edge of your words

You’re life bestowed, here…upon my heart

 

Poet of the Light © 2020

 

 

Course

 

Deep within a longing stare

Where my mind and heart slip

I want to feel again- that warmth

Of those gentle moisten whispers

That cascade much like a waterfall

Bask within their visual comfort

As their silky surface caresses

Over the full soul of glistening skin

The way a flame and shadow does

Entangled animated wall flowers

Accompanied by evenings of winter

Creating a silent film made by us

Beneath an umbrella of expelled scents

Everlasting evidence- our love…lived

 

Poet of the Light © 2020

Made to believe

 

 

How do I explain;

How do I reveal the pain;

You’ve caused through me?

At first it was like a carousel

Moving past life in laughter

For first time children- until

We abruptly stopped in hell

To even depict its bitter truth

Would make me more like you

And I rather, remain- myself

Oh God I was better off alone

Better off not knowing

How easy some can pretend

Why’d you do me this way;

Why make us a foolish mistake;

Why did you have to be- you?

Oh you felt like a dream

My heart has longed for

If only, if only- if- only

You knew, how to love…me

 

Poet of the Light © 2020

Before after

 

 

No matter how hard I try

I can’t get past, missing you

It has become all too familiar

Like that moment in time, just before

Everything that matters- changes

The gravity of reality was too much

To bear even for my reluctant tears

And like my heart, they fell, splattered

“I miss you” couldn’t begin to cover

The raw scars left in your place

To accompany those moments

I’ve regrettably have come to hate:

A plethora of moments before

Cruelly subsequence your departure

Before I learned my invincibility

Was found cloaked in your arms

Before I knew your love for me

Could touch so deep- within

Before the taste of your lips

Would become my only hunger

Before the pain that now defines me

Reminds me, I simply can’t endure

Before every bound memory of you

Also binds all happiness I’ve known

Even now my brave tears cling

To the endless redness of my eyes

And like that micro moment before

Dawn blushes color of the next horizon

I feel your cold absence…ever more

 

Poet of the Light © 2020

 

 

 

Beleaguered

 

I can feel those fiery-tips rising

Across the scars buried deep within

That returning storm of darkness

Has once again found where I subsist

 

This is how the past keeps me chained

As I pray for soothing rains instead

How can I ever live;

If all you do is sabotage who I am?

 

If only I could control the lightning

You use by way of hurtful words

I’d send them back in your direction

But you’d have to feel something, first

 

I won’t let you make me into your image

Not that you could recognize it…anyways

 

Poet of the Light © 2020