Tell me- can I meet you some way

Between now and your last day

Even if we can’t touch each other

Cause I miss you and need to talk

Heart to heart like we lived before

When I’m all alone I talk out loud

Hoping it might help you hear me

But now- deafening silence hurts  

As much as losing you- still does      

I try to hold on without letting go

You know I can’t pretend with love         

To see your image or hear your voice

Refills the empty gulf… I wade now


Poet of the Light © 2023



There are just some things

We discover unexpectedly

That can summate so much

Speaking on behalf of our hearts

Or maybe our lingering thoughts

Morning was duller than normal

And coffee had infused the air        

Something felt off, yet still right

So, I sat at the table in my chair    

Staring out of the framed pane

I noticed a cloudy mist stalled

Directly over a meadow chasm

I thought to myself, how apropos

Mother has hung up…my portrait  


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I wake in my semi-lit bedroom

And it’s three forty-eight A.M.

For a brief second, I feel guilty

Questioning how rude of me

To expect a lamp to serve sentry

Without me so much as asking

As quickly as it came, guilt left

Now I’m back being thoughtless

While undecided if I wish to sleep

Or get up to meander ignorantly

In hopes, I’ll stumble into a use       

Ten minutes elapsed somehow

My greatest achievement for now

Moving from my bed… to blending


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I’ve swam in course guilty rivers

Not because it was ever deserved  

Love risk suffering for loved ones

Or beaten against cynical boulders

That refused me any sort of refuge

And I swallowed the bitter bubbles

Of caustic and manipulative ploys

As you marginalized my held hope

One day you’d feel my love’s value    

But my worth got lost to teardrops  

That fell into the cold truth currents    

As you stood deaf and about faced

My fear imagined the darker finale

Until my love saved me… from you


Poet of the Light © 2023


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Not all of my life’s segues

Were considered hospitable

Nor as seamless as I’d like

Some changes are like dreams

But some darkened nightmares

And too often I’d find myself

Forced into a hyper-vigilant mode

To escape an inevitable drowning

Beneath cold unrelenting waves

That I would much prefer to float    

Destined to an unchartable location     

As if I were an unmoored sailboat  

Outside my wildest imagination   

Where every breeze was a whisper

“Go until you’ve reached… forever”


Poet of the Light © 2023


On various occasions, I’ll sit

When there are no new words

For what the eyes have witnessed

Or what the soul feels in waves

And my loudest utterance is

A large inhale, then a slow exhale  

As thoughts chase after memories

And memories recollect lost dreams

Scars obtained during one’s lifetime

Remain after an injury took place

But the pain- it becomes a shadow

That won’t leave our consciousness

Life is a punctuation of moments

Some unwanted but some… precious


Poet of the Light © 2023  


Drops stream my face

Without known cause

It’s without any mistake

That with the right persons

And in the right places

And in the right times

My soul feels this- music

That my mind can’t fathom    

It’s soothing and cathartic

And I feel a belonging- to 

Like witnessing blooming

Of Cherry Tree Blossoms

We also see their petals shed

As if their souls left… perfected  


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There are a few moments now

That filter out- of unnuanced ones

Perhaps dressed as semi-truths

Conclusions of pondering questions

That sought “what if’s” a lifetime ago

I was of a mindset for new beginnings

As a man, as a father, as a life member

But that changed in losing a loved one

My universe shifted, shuddered, stalled

Now I feel moored to a destined harbor

A ship that seeks no need of new sails

Nor any bellowing winds to capture       

Now I sit, staring out at grey horizons  

Replaying my life on… present tapestry


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It’s a queer thing to one’s sanity

Innocuously glance in a mirror

Have your image question you

Of your legitimacy in the present

But after a few peculiar moments

I realized I lost something valuable

Or I really should say- someone

That center point of my universe

Which lead to my erratic compass

Leading me in the wrong directions

Often on the punctuated right days    

Twas my image, but not my spirit 

Methinks that spirit recalibrated me

Evidence, she’s still… my guidance  


Poet of the Light © 2023


Progress- what a vulgar term at best

We’ve exceeded our needs for wants

Doing the unnecessary because we can

Obtuse and deaf, hell-bent and dammed

We’re our own evolved frenzied monster

Sporting a devilishly insatiable hunger

Technology has beaten down palisades    

That once safeguarded all the huminites

Of arts, photographers, poets, painters

Sculptures, languages, music, speakers  

AI’s can simultaneously act as all of them

With their unblemished flare and skills

Explore new gardens of unknown galaxies

We’ve achieved outsourcing… ourselves


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