Afterthoughts

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I rush to get myself nowhere  

Feeling like I’m always late 

I feel my life missing things  

As I sit around in the silence 

Waiting on a colorful dawn 

How else will I know to rest?  

Sleeping tires me these days  

I can’t shake feeling strange  

Did I miss too many steps,  

Or a road to the right bridge,  

Getting me to this lost space?  

I don’t really know anymore  

I used to think I knew enough  

That’s the nature of …lost loves

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Poet of the Light © 2022  

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Unfolding realities

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Narcissists are naturally cunning  

Even factoring in being forgiven 

Into the fabric of nefarious plans 

And before enacting their deeds  

Upon those, they will victimize  

We should oblige them- just once 

Proving to ourselves that we can  

But void of any remorseful actions 

We must avoid becoming complicit  

By letting them convict themselves  

Next time they trespass boundaries   

As they utter forgiveness platitudes  

We end all our further interactions 

Because narcissists…evade change  

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Careless flickers

My love was like some fervor 

Something inside me took over  

But I didn’t care, and I let go 

When I fell in love with you 

It was all fun at first  

It was the best I ever had 

It was a fire that loved to hurt  

It was quickly burning me alive  

Romance has a way of dying  

Like a slow-burning ember  

Sometimes it takes days to subside  

But others may smolder forever  

Now I’m the tainted smoke  

That drifts in the wind… alone   

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Risen

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I twas but as fictional as 

Any other from my birth  

Who acquiesced to my life  

In what little I deciphered  

Till finding my true nature 

Hidden deep within myself 

Raw, vulnerable, and naive  

Same way we’re all created  

Emotional and intellectual  

Uncouth and soulfully naked  

Unknown and undamaged 

Only to be bent and broken   

We’re dammed and innocent  

We are faithful… and forgiven 

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Ripple effects

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Oh, tragedies I could have spun 

Into likeness of silk and then sold  

Like some underground merchant 

Just so I could afford myself more 

Of that circle of pass me around  

On the corporate merry go round  

As if a few tokens could suffice  

The unwanted begotten legacy of 

Scars of accompanying bitterness  

That never lets anyone- sleep well  

Learning you’re- your own ghost  

And romantic scenes of sailing off 

On open ocean waters are diluted  

In fogyish daily life of… forgottenness  

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Polar

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It’s like sleeping all day and night 

When you wake you don’t know 

If night is hanging or if it’s twilight   

But something is right about 

Something being all wrong 

And you just can’t put my finger on 

What is or isn’t really going on    

Deep down you’ve gone wild 

I still believed we had half a chance 

But deep down inside myself  

I don’t know why you’ve changed  

Or say the cruel things- you do  

You linger deep inside my mind 

But you keep breaking… my heart 

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Not guilty

I used to argue with my other self 

That self that never believed in me 

Always interfering in everything  

Making my life completely chaotic   

And always dragging me down 

But that self is no longer around 

Now- I’m not saying it was murder 

But I’d call it more like self-defense 

It’s not my fault, I wasn’t myself  

That self was just making me crazy   

I went back to check out the scene  

When I got there, there was no body 

Besides no evidence of any crime   

I’d just claim…temporary insanity  

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Hertogeneity

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I may have been the next Holden Caulfield

But life intervened in a charitable fashion

That’s not to say that I hadn’t been affected

By things I experienced, witnessed, or lived

Clearly, I’d be one of the first to fully admit

People let you down, though it’s uncertain

If each time it was intentionally motivated

I error on the side of caution, to believe not     

If I am truly the product of my environment

Who is it by name, to fault, to seek recompense?        

What would any of that gain me now, so late;

A dying flower will still wilt away, will it not?     

Rather than become an imaginary inky character

I became the outcome of myself… in real life  

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Bullies

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I honestly replayed our actions

Failing to understand all of this

Then thought I might write you

But to what avail would follow

When we’ll both remain at odds   

As further and deeper wounds

Will ensue our bruised hearts  

We’re clearly beset by our logic

However emotionally coincided                     

Insensitive ears never do listen                    

Just as blind eyes fail at reading                  

There’s no middle road to be found

When you’d prefer to run over me    

Cynics shouldn’t drive… anything

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Waywardness

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I’ve traveled so far, so long  

Amongst palisades of darkness

Left unseen by my blindness

My boots muddied and rent

Too heavy until discarded

Freshness became unveiled  

Now- it is here- before me

A pathway for my bare feet

My footprints fit it perfect

Each step lighter than the last  

The forest became enchanting    

Warmth of the risen sun radiates

Whispers of breezes on my face       

I’m safe- in my way…to home

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