Category: poets

Dustless

 

It’s hell- to have known- love

Beyond the mind’s pale threshold

The means and ways; its full truth

Then beset by its touch, in- alone

 

Yet- ever elusive from capture again

Still like some rebellious soldiers

That refuse to die or ever surrender

Unscheduled past still comes to raid

 

To lay siege however it be briefly

Overcoming my human resistance

Re be, in stolen reflective moments

Slated for some mere pedestrian task

Destiny too careless to assign purpose

Leaving me vulnerable, as I am now

Unequipped for what happens next

 

Memories of your existence become

As motility of chills erupt rampantly

Across surface of my unsuspecting skin

Loosening floodgate; my treasures trove

In both my conscious and unfed body

Hidden teardrops weeps in their visit

 

Oh! how I’ve missed- your- touch

All the energy it causes, to explode

Nonpareil taste of your celestial lips

All those intimate whispers told me

Releasing me from times stewardship

Infusing vivid color and birthed galaxies

Where our euphoric nakedness lived- us

A thousand times itself as if left unwritten

Convincing our souls, we were…eternity

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

Fraudulent

 

Love is simply a story being lived

However long or short it becomes

Whereas we, serve as pieces of art

However in most matters of love

Prologues may well be artfully absent

Or at the very least, somewhat deceptive

Nonetheless, It was truly far from amicable

One unsuspecting bright summer day

You finally left me the rain, voiceless

I ran out of words and human effort

Love with you demanded a tourniquet

My heart instinctively palpitated fretfully

As if I had walked a century- alone

I nearly felt the callouses on my bare soles

From our shared arduous peregrination

I breathed out heavily in a sigh of relief

Subsequently inhaling your wake of toxicity

That cloud of despair your love offered

Slowly sapping everything that was me

Oh- if I be a tree! surely death came next

I straddled the threshold of heaven and hell

Unbeknownst which was which anymore

All while my heart and mind vacillated

In a crude dance of emotions and reality

Just when I thought I couldn’t do anymore

Grace whooshed in to pull me back to life

Lovers should honestly boast a…prolegomenon

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

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

Adumbrate

 

In all I’ve done

To prove my love- for your

None- none- was ever as great

As I’ve come, to finally learn

In that moment…I let you go

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

Shirt-sleeves

 

Mesmerizing everyone with your jokes

As if that’s the only thing they’ll ever know

And remember when it comes to- you

Masking all the parts of you unknown

Until you stared at me a moment too long

Oh how- I- couldn’t help myself then

I came to realize, you innocently let me in

Between all those cracks of your smiles

I could feel in me, your hidden sorrows

And my gentle tears welled with your secret

Cause little did you think I would notice

I saw how you keep all of it silent- close

Like an unfriendly ghost- you somehow own

Bequeathed by those who never accepted you

Whenever the world has finally, left you alone

Oh how- I- know those moments all too well

So afraid to open yourself up and to let go

Too unsure to trust someone, could finally come in

Fill that void of inner hollow with true love

With love, kept reserved from that bitter dark realm

That sent the real you in hiding, just to subsist

Within your hidden whispers- of hope to be found

By someone attentive enough to know us, by our silence

Oh how- I- recognize your smiles…brave performance

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

Magnetism

 

Contrary to realities truth

I know I shouldn’t

But I never listened well

Even as a rebel child

A natural born aberration

I make myself, slip-

As I sip from the abyss

Just one more time

Ignoring my inner voice, for yours

As if- I’ve really no choice

Anticipation heighten moments

As that rush gently takes hold

Until its too sheepishly late

And my mind, vividly convulses

So- cold, all these memories

But I’m acclimating

To the ghost you’ve become

To me, and my dependent heart

So much so- I rarely shiver

When I close my eyes

As feel your moist whispers

Creep across my bare skin

Chase after my erupting emotions

And like a churning kaleidoscope

All my monochrome brokenness

Is colorfully in energetic motion

Feeling healed, feeling loved

A synthetic euphoria steals me

Into the dark hole, desperate fantasy

For a few moments, I feel you… again

Poet of the Light © 2019