Philosophic

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I no longer compete, I’ve no need

Having long stepped away from

Crowds of self-proclaimed warriors

A legacy of battling an invisible foe

As if different foes wear the same face

That most if not all, are yet to encounter

While daily justifying their abstractions    

Espousing their superior knowledge

Secretly desiring to recruit others      

Perhaps they find peace in numbers

Or perhaps they enjoy when- mob’s rule            

Until you become what’s overly ruled       

I’ll be- my second greatest advocate

After living conscientiously… comes first

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Poet of the Light © 2022

Polarities

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There are mornings I get lost

Staring out over the horizons

As if I’m watching my life play

Ignoring its memories, we made

Trying to comfort those feelings

Unaware tears have been falling

Nothing prepares you for- gone

Words sound foolish and wrong

Even if some sentiments are pure

Pain can’t distinguish life past hurt     

I’ve felt fires that were a bit cooler

I’ve felt no words that cut me deeper

Making friends with your finality

Is beyond anything left here… in me

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Captors vs saviors

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Other visiting seasons: dissimilar

The ones of interchanging parallels  

Without certainty which is which            

I may feel more like a faint hologram

Switched on or off by apathetic eyes   

Passed through like casual darkness        

Vacant despite my obvious presence        

Political prisoners have more rights

A voice that’s attentively listened to

Even if the prisoner’s demise is preset    

Loved ones are the worst of captors

Stealing our forgiveness and hearts  

Still, I pray daily for no negotiator

True self can’t succumb to be…lessor

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Etchings

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Visions rushing inside your mind  

When you wake after midnight

And cold chills erupt on your skin

Don’t get anxious, don’t hesitate

Trust what your feelings are saying

It’s them visiting, passing through

Reminding us that they miss us too

Memories still serve as our proof

We lived love despite any of our pain  

It’s what we as angels chose to do

Like we did when we had to choose

Sacrificing ourselves through life

Acts of love that can’t be erased

No better way to say…I love you?

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Sheeple

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Undermining is blinding our reality

There are unsound truths being told

To lead all astray down wrong paths

Where life is a deep forest and darkly  

Wolves travel in carnivorous packs

Their zealous desires offer no mercy

Unlike true nature of love to give back

If love tends to feel like an extradition

Leading to self-imploding complicity

Know, your trust is being gaslighted

Its aim: to devolve one’s authenticity

To enslave all your inner core values

It’s far from what love is meant to be

Cause a coercive love… is entrapment

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Poet of the Light © 2022

Furtherance

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There’re those unexpected things

People, places, or events in lives

Substantially altering trajectory

Void of any intense intervention  

Of everything that will then occur

In a following preset permanence

Relationships now come to mind

In love or trauma that’s involved

Can make or break those legacies

Similar to two- coalescing forces

Or collision of polemic opposites          

As I’ve experienced both and both

Have scarred and or left me altered

Only I can decide which …matters

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Poet of the Light © 2022

Majority

Live like a Weeping Willow

Always thirsting for more

Roots that reach for miles

Acclimate with open arms

Be a tall and broad shroud

For anyone seeking comfort

Bend within those dark storms

With innate strength to recover      

Observe all the plains honestly

And forgive all your trespassers

Grow openly with natural integrity     

Be a distinct marker for the lost      

And throughout your lived days

Remember to utter your… thanks

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Hanna

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Only appearing as shy

She is of petite frame

With a slender waist

She carries herself well

Well-spoken and confident

Blessed with brown eyes

All of which disarmed me

But despite that or her size

I felt somewhat intimidated             

So, I admired her from afar          

For some unknown reasons

She’d ignored me every day  

But I always treated her well

I tell you; fifth grade was…hell  

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Fissures

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Humbling- that most unexpected act

Most of us try to fearfully outrun

Unsure of our uncontrolled outcome

But appreciating our better change

Within the silence of better things

Even if we’re too afraid- to admit it

Clinical type of remodeling in our core

Editing flaws in our living conscious

In fashions of sanitation or knowledge

After discovering repeated missteps

Keeping our true selves from thriving   

Expansion into life’s new territories     

Affirming, we’re grander than thought

We’re God’s true divinity… in motion  

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Material effect

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Somehow the right touch

Upon the right surface

Gentle and slow-moving

Calms eroding emotions

Stills a fluttering heart

Soothes an aggrieved mind

I recall you needing a silky

When it came to your bedtime

But only now have I realized

From your birth, you were mine

Your voice touched me, gently

Your hands held me- just right

Your presence stilled my heart

How badly I still need… my silky!

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Poet of the Light © 2022

You left us far too soon…