Crisscrossing

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On occasion, I re-experience

Stepping in steps I’ve tread before

Some of heavy mud, some hard payment

And feel that familiarity be- born

As well as some of old discomforts

As if my shoes in those certain places

Have crudely become too outworn

Nonetheless, I peregrinate onwardly

Pragmatically watching each step carefully

In hopes I quickly leave behind

A trail I have learned and left before

The temptation to remain is too strong

From memories I carry with me, anyways  

And live a used-up past for … all my future

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Poet of the Light © 2021

Finer soil

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I really didn’t think I’d get over you

But one day at a time, came true

Summer became winter into spring

A few stumbles of time learned aged

Oh, it’s not my heart don’t still break

Whenever something reminds me of us

And how we once lived a life of love  

You cannot break it any worse today

A heart never really gets tough enough

To withstand fractures that hurt deep

It will just never heal the same it was

I learned that don’t mean I can’t love

By pouring out all that ugliness within

To recreate something beautiful … again

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Poet of the Light © 2021

Baby girl

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Five steps to what seemed my one

It wasn’t long, her wisdom took over

As she suddenly let go of my fingers

She took off- hurrying barefooted  

Back and forth down the sidewalk

In her version of a drunken sailor  

Sunlight danced off her curly hair

Sundress and excited arms were flying

Giggles added to her growing charm

Her laughter was certainly infectious

I swear, this girl was born half angel

You could tell by her half tooth smile  

The first time she really tasted freedom

She has been chasing after it…ever since

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Poet of the Light © 2021

a/k/a Daddy

Still listening

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It goes without saying, all alone

I’ve never forgotten one moment

Of the love we created, embraced

Like eternal flames in the winds  

As we danced upon life’s razor’s edge

Invincible- within each other’s arms

And convinced we owned- forever

Colorful galaxies beheld in our eyes

Merely a kaleidoscope of our brokenness

Oh! skips of my hearts pitter-patter

Knows exactly what I do mean

And how selfishly I tearfully wish now

I would’ve captured the breathes

Of each of your whispers… then

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Poet of the Light © 2021

Pearls of presence

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Oftentimes a shadow of loneliness visits

It is not as ominous as it might sound

At least in this context here, for myself

We have- what I’d call deep conversations

Having come to terms with our unique roles

And not meaning to sound schizophrenic

Or someone suffering from hallucinations

But we all have a past that doesn’t let go

Nor does it forget, even if we pretend, ignorance  

It seems wiser to make friends with old ghost

Then drive yourself absolutely insane  

For not appreciating treasured moments alone

It is in these times I relish playing the host

On my terms, and so I can slowly … let go

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Poet of the Light © 2021

Philosophy of my whispers

Most discoveries are lost by glossing.

I’m not into shallowness of people

Pretension that barely manages cursory

Only informs me I hold no value to you

Unless you are in need of me, temporally

Nonetheless, I choose to be charitable    

I’m into tangible substance and honesty

Something I can relate to, fully embrace

Grasp as consistent as the sun and moon

Explore deeply into the unknown fathoms  

Dependability and understandment

Sharing of a moment of breathless dawn

Unabashedly faithful; heart on your sleeve

The full breadth of a person as a person

That degust the sweetness of connectiveness  

All running in a bidirectional avenue

True morality is only achievable by sinners

Perfection is to be strive for, however   

I’ve learned to be flexible; more accepting

Perfection never requires achievement

And is really summed up by micro-moments  

That become etched into a person soul

As memories that peregrinate along with

I know, not everyone cares as deeply as I

Too few can express basic sympathy at all  

Nor can anyone ever be me, or I- them

Albeit time teaches those who pay attention  

But your age affords you no intellectually

Especially if everything is all about you

And your actions always speak the loudest

Legacies are voided by fame and or money

I love with every fiber of my being and soul

Real love, is far too precious… to waste  

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Poet of the Light © 2021

Unpacking

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Love is an eternal thing for me

Its fruition of divine knowledge

Two people have unlocked, live

You inhale, speak its wonderment

That still inspire heartfelt sonnets

And it defies all sound reason of logic  

But can mean a plethora of things 

And differently, for so many others

I really couldn’t begin to even fathom

Often, at least to me, too convenient

To claim, as if they’ve won a lottery

Thereby undermine its otherworldliness

Everchanging: a concept of terrific notice

Of which I admit I still grapple with

Cause it can be like a double edge sword

Which in itself, can be very unsettling  

But- something in which I am sure of

Is, I still love everyone I ever loved

Despite death, estrangement, or life  

Even those, whom I’ve never told

Held close in a crush like heart vault

Most of my pain; is from their loss

Unexpected, uncontrollable changes

And about that diminished access

None of which is easy to readily accept

After two souls melded spiritually

That’s not to say, I wasn’t angered

Not so much at them, the situations

More about the fashion it happened

Then in the happenings of the moments  

Deteriorating promises and images

The lessor degree I suddenly mattered

To them and in part also my inner self

And the real unfortunate knowledge

What we had, created- was devoured

Insofar as “we” was now concerned  

Which opened the door to move on

To a place of that absolute unknowns

Unwanted, scary, and yet, permanent

At least in small distractive ways

Until the pretending got much easier

Slowly replacing irascible depression

For many, they got extremely angry

Turn their love into malignant revenge

Their life became a dark myopic tunnel

Creating a sickness; one delves into lost

And most can never find their way out

But in truth, I’ll never get over all those

Heartbreaks, they’re my ultimate proof

For me, the love then… still matters now

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Poet of the Light © 2021

Not a day goes by,

I don’t feel their absence. 

Mère et Ange

I was small and confused

But it never lasted long

And I moved on naively

Cause that’s all I had to do

Trust and look up to you  

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When my heart got broken

And I couldn’t understand

You explained, it just happens

But we heal better than new

Again, I looked up to you

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Time slowly changed us both

But no matter where I was

I could call and get answers

Your voice made all the difference

In the present, I looked up to you

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When you finally went away

I felt lost and somewhat afraid  

No more inspirational talks

I was left to walk- by myself

I was gifted you … to look up to

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Poet of the Light © 2021

In remembrance of my mother

Flights

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Maybe- or maybe not

Tonight might be; uncertain if

These dark shadows will speak

I can feel they have much to say

I know- they know my name

And I know why they remain

Without hearing a single word

Sometimes I can feel their heartbeats

Whenever the rain and thunder fall

So, they never feel the secret need

To hide there within themselves  

I light candles for them to dance with

Especially if there are no stars about

Or the fog smothers over all the lights

And there is- no one else around

They flow fluently just like a river

Lost to a forgotten forest dark  

But they know, I’ve never forgotten

Anything I’ve loved … from my heart

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Poet of the Light © 2021

Res ipsa loquitur

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Staring out these old windows

Past the dilapidating barrier walls

I recall some past moments of love

That filled and warmed every room

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Before this fogyish cold came on

Before an eerie silence had replaced

Laughter’s that spoke in volumes

Oh! How consistent time changes

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A path we all seem obliged to follow

My inner nature seems more like dust

Remaining here amongst their shadows  

A sentinel upholding his own promise

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This is just a shelter, far from a home   

Where but a fading heart exist … alone  

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Poet of the Light © 2021