Affrontive

How fearfully cold within you must be

Deep inside the dark cavity, you hide

From all the world plus yourself

Left by someone else at another time

And be also draped in inconsideration

You punish kind rather than appreciate

By heedfully opting to delete comments

Others have taken the time to leave

In their honest and cordial wordy visits

As they view your posted contribution

How harsh the painful river of narcissism

Must flow violently through your veins

You have a keen eye through the lens

How keen is your heart… for friends?

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Battle tempered

Like a shadow of who I once was

I’ll walk along my empty shores

In the twilight hours of times before

Gathering empty shells of dreams

Left in the wake of ugly betrayals

That nearly drowned me repeatedly

I’ve stepped past the ghost of my hurt

That plagued me for too many years

Through my heart still feel the scars

That still hungers for- a love unfound

Where I can practice all, I’ve learned

To feel the warmth of love in my arms

While I’m clutched in her guiding hands

Teaching me to trust love… once again

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Believers

Sometimes we have to just sit in the quietude

Attentively listening to no one but ourselves

Our dreams, our woes, uttered prayers aloud

Untangling why we always feel that blueness

Paying close attention to what is not said too

Like those secrets, we keep locked in our head

Behind a hidden door of our most inner fears

Where we store the scars of rejection and love

Where we keep window and shutters nailed shut

Those time-etched shattered pieces our ourselves

We hold hope to revive back to some kind of life

Knowing full well, in our hearts it’s not possible

Not without a miracle that only love can bestow

The kind of divine miracles we’re born… to dream

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Peregrination

Living for the observed sake

Of being an active resistance

Is not at all life as intended

Far too often we’re complicit

In all the creation of illusions

Mesmerizing our full attention

From birth- we are set forth

Upon our perilous pathway

To discover our true inner self

We will be broken and scarred

Our hearts and beliefs, shattered

And some of us will surrender

I have my sacred mission instilled

I am duty-bound to its… fulfillment

Derivatives

A journey in the wilderness

Waffling in light or darkness

Between freedom and or fears

Or our up and downs choices

Reality short of our dreams

Damage of foolish mistakes

But what hurts me the worst

Are words of people’s truth

Cause I remember them all

And in the context, as stated

Until those words burn up

Deep inside my soul like fire

When their following actions

Turn their words… into lies

Pseudo syndrome

We reside in a transitory world

Giving out only what we get back

Searching for permanent answers

But settling instead for imitation

In bewilderment of what went wrong

We fearfully hold back for betterment

Afraid we might lose out altogether

While suffering with what we accepted

Diluting ourselves and relationships

Neither of which we would ever admire

And overlooking the most obvious

Unconditional is not…some paradox

POV

I look out each wall’s pane

Everything is framed the same

So, I look at the door I came in

But doubting going back out

Holds anything more- any more

Then these three gray walls

Oh, if only I could paint away

The pain and emptiness today

But I have learned long ago

Illusions are colored shadows

Offering us just pseudo answers

Until the waves wash us away

Nowhere to go, nowhere to stay

My world of… one-way mirrors

Orweillian intentions

There are those in our life

We unconsciously trust

Most are “professionals”

Those deemed as “experts”

In some discipline or other

Truth is, they’re “practitioners”

Bankers don’t practice money

Lawyers practicing the Law

Doctors practicing Medicine

Seems to be rather deceptive

I practice painting, as a novice

I practice writing, as a novice

Yet, for some strange reason

Expert practitioners are… overpaid

Prismatically

Heavenly Grace is bestowed eternally

In more ways than comprehendible

No matter how many times we decern it

There are always more levels unexplored

More experiences left to learn

When Grace is bestowed upon me

It is not for me alone to covet

Albeit I experience Grace in a presence

I am also being used to refract it

Just as the moon refracts the sun’s light

Reminding us that even in darkness

Grace remains eternally with us

As we look around at all our darkness

We refract Grace …in the presence

Glitch

I am lost in limbo

I cannot stay, nowhere to go

With no one to follow

I feel all used up

And I feel a bit too old

Directions were easy once

But I have lost my motivations

I am just here- and nowhere

Waiting on a change or something

So, I can change what I must

I am no longer a subtle ripple

I am no longer a rushing wave

I need a new dawn, a new day

New place to remain…anything but the same

Poet of the Light

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