Disadvantaged

 

By some designed emotional mystic inception

Of what we individually define as love- itself;

Typically had its inchoative spark into our life;

Regardless of however short lived, it might live

Long before our mere conscious dares to fathom

Accepted knowledge of its very fluent presence;

We will always seem to be catching up, mentally

Or feel abandoned by in its unexplainable absence

When it left us, long before we care to…realize it

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

Featherless

 

There are moments I feel compelled

To pack up and escape…something

Most would phrase it “getting away”

For me, at times, its getting to somewhere

Maybe, for a day or two, maybe a week

I just never know until, I’m packing

I oft like secluded places, I guess- to think

Which, ironically I do most frequently

It could be, I get bored with myself?

Perchance I subconsciously need a change

Or I hope to be randomly in the right place

For what- I’m never quite sure about

Which brings me to mention an event

I had the other day, a queer epiphany

Shortly after my arrival I went for a stretch

Now mind you, I rarely ever do that

But recently- I had stopped for a rest

After a ponderous walk by the waters edge

Always being sure not to get my feet wet

I took a dry seat on a bolderish shoreline

The sun: being low at this time of year

Was feeling rather warm for mid-day

And I- began feeling very thirsty

When I realized, in all my years visiting

I never so much as saw one Pelican bird

And I thought to myself, that was most odd

After all- this place is called: Pelican Bay

No memory comes to mind of complaints

In minor conversation I’ve encountered

By other visitors or even locals alike

One would think near the bulwark

Where they have a seasonal food stand

It would host a migrating flock at least

Perhaps, I’ve simply not been here;

If and whenever they may have come?

Perhaps further, they are more like love;

That for some, comes in rare seasons?

Perhaps again, that was also my message

By some divine intellectual intervention

On why as of late, whenever I peregrinate

Only one set of footprints are left behind

Perhaps what needs to really change for me

Is to truly quench, whats really missing?

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

Metallic

 

You silently pray love steals you away

She smartly smiled- our eyes locked

Time froze my utterance and courage

Just as she turned and walked away

Everything inside me hoped she’d turn back

Thereby thawing my fear with a glance

I was so filled with tunnel vision

To be shamefully honest- I didn’t notice

As her and the train both departed

 

I wanted so desperately

For her to know and really see me

It almost felt misguidedly obsessive

The year we spent sporadically chatting

But I dared not foolishly show it

Not openly at least, nor even audibly

A dark fog of shyness simply concluded

She’d too easily reject someone like me

What could I offer her anyways?

As I’ve learned through past scars

There is a vast difference

Between love and apathy gifting pity

Through out random conversations

Akin friends and palpable enemies

Cautiously afraid of the others true strength

Or notice all they held in common

 

While one loves in spite of everything

The other loves only to hate their life

And sympathy lays itself out bare

An unbiased bridge to both, unfortunately

Which is why real love is oft found

Unprepared in a welcoming sort of way

Perhaps I seemed- too welcoming?

 

Nonetheless, I remained reserved

The way a dinner table collects time

As timeless music faintly fills the air

Waiting for her- and perfect moments

To collide with my secret adoration

And then loves conception begets us

Mired in candle flames and glances

Over carefully planned aromatic dinners

Adorned with filled bordeaux’s of wine

Degusting the sweetness of life

Rapid heartbeats and conversations

Unconscious visual tantalization’s

Steamy smiles and bit lip inferences

That strings forth- love being lived

 

Oh the curse filled heart of a poet!

To live a dramatic life, torn heartbeats

Dying one moment whilst humanly clinging

To the frayed tether of idealistic hope

That love will come rescue me, for once

So that irony and I- need not meet…again

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

Needlework

 

Akin where the Cape Horn lies

Everyday I rise- and then fall

On but a razors edge unseen

Below the living surface

Demarcation of a soul lining

Pacific and Atlantic Oceans

Separated, to the naked eye

Much in the same way as

Death and life…neatly  sown

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

Simon-pure

 

Zephyrs filled with voices come

Some idealistic yet others musical

Their wake speaks the loudest truth

 

Like a neglected child- who lays

Upon the peripherals edge of day

I’ve come to fully embrace darkness

As if it were- my own sacred blanket

 

Where my pretentious best friend

Is merely echoes of what I’ve said

During my heartfelt vesper whispers

Reflecting the life as an enlightened

 

In that way I further pretend, I matter

To someone who’s out truly- looking

But will never find me…without a heart

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

Coquette

 

Echoes resound within echoes

My tattered empire has fallen

And the pretentious have fled

Even all sentient dust- settled

As time obtusely ticks waywardly

My breath still lives, in winds

Like whispers of love fleeting

That breezes through now and then

These skeletal remains, of all I was

That infamous caged source of my love

Was beating a rhythmic flame of desire

Before- she ripped it out all its colors

Her cold words acted like evil hands

And despair clouded in as an overcast

Adorned with ghostly images of her

Pernicious has stolen hopes throne

My frayed faith resting on the ground

Within the massive footprint…she’s left

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

Binary

 

On the razor edge of a winters night

Should she ever alight that threshold

That universe where I now reside

Where fragments of me, still exist

Where my heart still holds its faith

Time will be stalled of it nature

All the beauty and colors of love

Will bloom to thrive, to live…endlessly

 

Poet of the Light © 2019