I assure you
I’m a learned man
I balance life honestly
I walk my tight rope daily
Tis not my fault, its never laid straight
Poet of the Light © 2020
I assure you
I’m a learned man
I balance life honestly
I walk my tight rope daily
Tis not my fault, its never laid straight
Poet of the Light © 2020
Love is a dangerous luxury
We oft lose in casual choices
Falsely believing, we own it
Liken an old watch we wear
When and if we’re feeling so
Ignorant that they can both
Suddenly just turn on a dime
Or simply…not turn for us at all
Poet of the Light © 2019
Bam, bam, bam
I demand you erase my mistakes
Bam, bam, bam
I want it all my way
Bam, bam, bam
I’m going to tell on you
Bam, bam, bam
Forgive me because I said to
Or I wont be so nice…again
Poet of the Light © 2019
There’s a thousand different ways
I could spin it, slant its effect
My version of what happened
But truth has a way of seeping out
Even in depictions we try to hide
From the world and ourselves
Only a fool would dare bother- now
It seemed a bit odd and yet
Fashionably accepting, for even us
Maybe even too accepting
To look forward to a bit later
Like hours later, each night
As being some quick triumph
And then again further onwards
As in like tomorrow morning
Being somehow the new summit
To aim for, to conquer if but only
In the space in our convoluted minds
As far as getting over- it all, again
While we steep- in muck
Maybe in some foolish respects
That kind of mess we lived
Replaced what we had- and lost
And thereby replaced reality
Any sense of normalcy or love
And getting from here to there
In love was all a bit more perfunctory
Like breathing, unnotably
In our most mundane of daily’s
Perhaps along our heart’s pathway
We lost what it meant to be us
What it meant to love one another
When we threw the compass overboard
And simply headed to new horizons
Braving those head on waves
Unconcerned of the weather or hunger
As our souls simply sought
To bestow something greater to another
Without concern of what we might gain
Lacking any fear of landing anywhere
Least of all- here, in this place- today
All I know now, was in that moment
When our ship of love went down
Was seeing your image swim away
Until you were merely a mirage fading
You- never looked back once
I’d bet my life you would, I would’ve lost
Oddly, I feel now as if I won
I clung on the mast, and our loves flag
As I choked on waves of bitter truth
My body, my mind slowly grew numb
Floating off in the tide’s changing currents
Almost as if I remained, in nights darkness
Never setting anywhere close to-a bit later
As if they were tiny islands of refuge
That we had become so accustomed to
Until the charity of a drier shoreline
Bequeathing granules of time, spilt over
Offered me a place far from the wreckage
Of that shattered little sailboat of- us
Where the illusion of love existed
Far more than reality of love…for one of us
Poet of the Light © 2019
Love- is not painful by nature
Human perversion does that
Taking away its unique beauty
In order to claim ownership
Of love itself, all that it derives
Crudely etching one’s inscription
Across some fabric of delusion
Pain itself is discreetly infused
When the enchanted emotions
Of love is discolored, then abused
Only those who wish to misuse love
Would dare promote its wreckage
As being a necessity in loves quest
When the truth is, love only- loves
And humans, well they do the rest
Lust is who wears that false face
The true thief, of human hearts
Boldly stealing what otherwise
It could never obtain- or touch
Dragging us all most unwittingly
Into depths of sheer darkness
After tethering our deep fears
Submerged, we’re wet embers
It is there, in that dark palace
Where we are left abandoned
Far from where love intended
And the only thing we dare rein
Is our own infected imagination
Whilst our hearts beat onward
Its distinct song in silent hope
Our true lover will come along
And rescue us and truth of…love
Poet of the Light © 2019
Oh, how most deceitfully
Love is tooled- and betrayed
Wearing the face of a friend
We thought we’ve known or
Worse yet, yet to meet before
We are unexpectedly forced
To wear loves twin face: the fool
Never have I loved a stranger
That I permitted access within
Which lead to open humiliation
At least whence a stranger did
Break my heart in two or more
They be unaware of their power
Deaf my heart beat…their name
Poet of the Light © 2018
I fear now- even your most faint
Of whispers more than you know
For they may steal away remnants
Beheld as my treasures of heart
Like massive arched headers
Scattered amongst the ceiling
Resting on old slim tall timbers
Stress cracked alone in darkness
Sleeping spider webs do hang
Still clinging to lost fragments
Of your scent, kiss, warm touch
Along with pictures and even
Yesterday’s shattered dreams
When your love…knew me
Poet of the Light © 2018
I need something greater than most dare offer
I must have that utmost real raw connection
A kind that starves for my soul gasps- betwixt tears
I don’t want to live some whimsical storybook
On life’s pages we call days and or nightscape
While we’re all real pages to each other- now
I don’t want a kind of connection the world craves
Living lies as a world pretends a truth went untold
I want the one filled with everyday sacred nuances
I don’t want to love you for your blonde dyed hair
I need to love your dark roots- fearfully kept hidden
Not to shame, because they stem the realness of you
I don’ want to kiss colored animalistic lipstick
As it serves like some glass wall form of your lips
And thereby cheating us of our true intimacy
I need to trace my fingertips over your bodily canvass
Touching every blemish of your true flawed rawness
And thereby honestly touching the scars of your soul
I must know your ideology is a way of quotidian living
And not some culture fade of feeling excluded- so
I can respect our differences as truth, not ignorance
I want to tear with you when your plant prematurely dies
Not because of your feeling undeniably incompetent
But because you’ve earnestly cared enough, to love it
I need to love you for all the mistakes the world made
Of you while you were learning to become yourself
In your share of foolish choices, trying to correct theirs
I want to know smirky you can’t answer my question
Because you childishly swiped a chocolate caramel
Knowing full well they’re from my favorite stash
I need to feel the corner of your grin in my heart
As we speak over long distance space apart
When your image is beheld within my imagination
I want to see the grimace on your face
As you silently admit to losing a position
Yet refuse to utter defeat; resolve of dignity
I want to know your best learned knowledge
Came from tearfully watching the movie
Not some book you stumbled through in silence
I want to catch the stench a smoked cigarette
Clinging desperately to your perfumed skin
Not because your guilty, because your human
I want to embrace all your broken shards
That have become a mosaic facet of you are
In the way multicolored petals do to a flower
I need your perspiration to flow naturally
As we entertain each other’s lustful bodies
Thereby accepting animalistic indicative scent
I need to believe when life abandons my body
That you be there, still living, embracing my soul
Not because your alone; because you’ve known- me
I need not to be nakedly embraced void of honesty
I need to be ensnarled in all your innate perplexities
Only then will I feel finally loved…for those of mine own
Poet of the Light © 2018
(c) Tomas Transtromer
Despondency breaks off its course.
Anguish breaks off its course.
The vulture breaks off its flight.
The eager light streams out,
even the ghosts take a draught.
And our paintings see daylight,
our red beasts of the ice-age studios.
Everything begins to look around.
We walk in the sun in hundreds.
Each man is a half-open door
leading to a room for everyone.
The endless ground under us.
The water is shining among the trees.
The lake is a window into the earth.
Reflection-
My personal take when I first read this poem to me was; I think in one aspect it serves to tell us that despondency is like water; where it fills and feels at home within the vessel that holds it so closely guarded. Perhaps in part because despondency may well be for some of us, the last of our feelings we can still manage to feel within the eye of a storm we alone have become and out of an earnest love, we refuse to share it.
I’ll never be any of what you need
Until it is only me…that you desire.
Poet of the Light © 2018
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