
Oh the web you weaved to trap me Was spun, where I lured you to come To lay wait of my mistake...inside my tomb Poet of the Light © 2020
Oh the web you weaved to trap me Was spun, where I lured you to come To lay wait of my mistake...inside my tomb Poet of the Light © 2020
I can’t get out or stay out- alone
Outside light leaks through crevasses
Creating a heavy sense of murkiness
Each drop within my cave, echoes
As if they alone mark passing time
My memories of her are resilient
Not even time ablates their faces
And their dark shadowy followers
Are my beset, and broken emotions
That wants to trust and love again
But like a ghost left blindly abandoned
Only to be coaxed to remain within
This is the torrents of a love- that lost
A chasm, where once a heart lived
This place of which there is no escape
Until my fiery heart is renewed…or quits
Poet of the Light © 2020
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
Love is simply a story being lived
However long or short it becomes
Whereas we, serve as pieces of art
However in most matters of love
Prologues may well be artfully absent
Or at the very least, somewhat deceptive
Nonetheless, It was truly far from amicable
One unsuspecting bright summer day
You finally left me the rain, voiceless
I ran out of words and human effort
Love with you demanded a tourniquet
My heart instinctively palpitated fretfully
As if I had walked a century- alone
I nearly felt the callouses on my bare soles
From our shared arduous peregrination
I breathed out heavily in a sigh of relief
Subsequently inhaling your wake of toxicity
That cloud of despair your love offered
Slowly sapping everything that was me
Oh- if I be a tree! surely death came next
I straddled the threshold of heaven and hell
Unbeknownst which was which anymore
All while my heart and mind vacillated
In a crude dance of emotions and reality
Just when I thought I couldn’t do anymore
Grace whooshed in to pull me back to life
Lovers should honestly boast a…prolegomenon
Poet of the Light © 2019
Mesmerizing everyone with your jokes
As if that’s the only thing they’ll ever know
And remember when it comes to- you
Masking all the parts of you unknown
Until you stared at me a moment too long
Oh how- I- couldn’t help myself then
I came to realize, you innocently let me in
Between all those cracks of your smiles
I could feel in me, your hidden sorrows
And my gentle tears welled with your secret
Cause little did you think I would notice
I saw how you keep all of it silent- close
Like an unfriendly ghost- you somehow own
Bequeathed by those who never accepted you
Whenever the world has finally, left you alone
Oh how- I- know those moments all too well
So afraid to open yourself up and to let go
Too unsure to trust someone, could finally come in
Fill that void of inner hollow with true love
With love, kept reserved from that bitter dark realm
That sent the real you in hiding, just to subsist
Within your hidden whispers- of hope to be found
By someone attentive enough to know us, by our silence
Oh how- I- recognize your smiles…brave performance
Poet of the Light © 2019
Amber silently leaks between beset trees
Giving unending chase to a creeping fog
That takes- refuge within their shadows
Upending rein of night, silently escaping
Unrecognizable noises slowly give way
To a natural symphony fresh at play
All while I sit, listening to its soliloquy
Life- colorfully being on our fringes
Hypnotic stars, fade like cooling embers
Ten thousand wishes will die with them
But the well wishers will never be the wiser
And forget them as quickly as those stars
And much like those stars and this night
I find myself a fog, falling upon… twilight
Poet of the Light © 2019
From the very first moment
I became- most enthralled by her
As the sun lowered its colors
Before her dainty steps of royalty
As she moved like a goddess
At least, from my own perspective
I couldn’t take my eyes off her
Or how the wind teased her hair
Her lavender scented silky skin
That spoke like spells in my head
Eyes that sparkled when she spoke
I also learned much of loves magic
How it stalled me- infused me
All while daring my courage
To approach her, to talk to her
I felt flushed as my heart rushed
As if smiling wasn’t hard enough
Hell- swallowing felt like choking
Especially when she gazed at me
Me: my bubble of emotional confusion
I wanted to claim her, with permission
But my innate shyness wore me down
Until- we were forced to sit together
My male counterparts became jealous
And she used me to taught them all
Loves perchance by alphabet lotto
I became her whore in full attention
Obsequiously objectified at…merely ten
Poet of the Light © 2019
At times, I experience dark storms
That just unexpectedly blow in
From seemingly out of nowhere
Despite a promising dawns break
Which was ushered in, cloudless
I do my best as to hunkering down
From experience time has taught
A bit more prepared on each event
Never knowing how long it will last
Unsure if rain or snow will also follow
I’ve learned to embrace them in stride
Though there are pain filled moments
Damaged- memories radiating from scars
Pretending to appear healed- to others
For those of us who’ve been really hurt
I cling to the belief, love will reclaim me one-day
A love filled with understandment- forgiveness
But still- inside those darker moments, I wonder
Just how my life and lasting love could’ve been
Had I not been altered, become; collateral damage
For me,
just living love would truly be…enough
Poet of the Light © 2019
I used to be bothered, being broken
Always sifting myself to be separate
Recognizing parts are lost from a whole
They serves different functions of purpose
I’m hardly ever politically correct
And know- when I’m am, its by accident
Perhaps its my natural aberrations
After all, I know I’m not a politician
I have no need to drive myself crazy
Flip-flopping akin, a fish out of water
Lying to one group just for appeasement
While secretly cutting tether of another
But remembering to wear stolen gloves
For when its time to point guilty fingers
It’s stands to reason to, just be honest
Without intentions of cruelness: diplomacy
Wouldn’t that be the real face of positivity?
Be empathetic and honorable, simultaneously
Why steep myself in a dark collective group;
That handcuffs anyone’s unique thoughts;
Or destroys their soulful gift of creativity;
Only to appear drowning in fake affinity?
Waves of harsh critics needing to oppress truth
Lies- unjust human second nature choices
Via fear, trying to escape culpability by words
Albeit, I’m oft found alone on many pathways
Finding they serve as a safe harbors, sorta speak
As I peregrinate my journeys, in all life’s seasons
At least I know they’ve been seized by integrity
Like a beacon amidst an ocean…of darkness
Poet of the Light © 2019
There are times I read or hear people
Being overly inclusive, void permission
Assuming their experience is the same
As yours or mine, without asking a thing
Calling us- “Survivors” …no- not me
Nope, I refuse such a dishonest label
In part, upon the same moral grounds
Slaves refused a name from a master
Master’s that modified them forever
Something being attached to a being
Not of their making, nor their choice
Its an automatic open door for others
To use like an unexpired show ticket
Seeking to traipse through our ordeal
As if entitled, to interrogate our veracity
And all too often victimize us once again
Only to add to our burden of sensitivities
To strip away what God hadn’t intended
They’re pejoratives, plain and simple
Labels are not informative or definements
Of who the person is, or experienced
To impose such a lifelong obligation
Is not only cruel but humiliating inhuman
Besides, the person was rightfully named
For most, their name of origin, authenticity
Stemming from a bloodline of history
Beyond mere fellowship: but familyship
Something one can chose for themselves
On whether they want or not to take pride in
Not a shackle to be looked down upon
Nor pitied as if marked nonredeemable
And in need of share charitable emotions
Or clinical objectified; endless evaluation
Because some self-serving narcissist
Pontificates they can undo the experiences
Heal you by means of their modern science
Only to compound us with more intrusions
And when they all failed…blame the victim
Poet of the Light © 2019
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