Le tyran trouvera toujours un prétexte pour son tyrannie
A shared quote in French I read about tyrants/cyberbullies
So apropos for the recent attacks on innocent poets.
“The tyrant will always find a pretext for his tyranny.”
Category: Quotes
Holy
By divine extinguishment of my fragile mortality,
My immortal legacy will be truly born- pure.
One that keeps me well; alive posthumously.
As such, by my own volition what I bequeath,
Is me residing eternity- in my breaths of…poetry
Poet of the Light © 2018
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Real-eyes
I’ll never be any of what you need
Until it is only me…that you desire.
Poet of the Light © 2018
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Impromptu
At times and out of the blue
It’s as if she cuts a swathe
Clearly through to my soul
My attention; split wide open
Her scent, her voiced whispers
Her fashionable teasing eyes
Touch and permeate all I am
And even at inappropriate times
I’m stripped of nearly all modesty
Envisioning our bare bodies at play
I turn red, caught in a sinful smile
My eyes held closed in visual luxury
Droplets creep on my skins surface
Wiping fantasy lipstick from my lips
Sure, others around have noticed
Hoping I do the same to her…any moment
Poet of the Light © 2018
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Forensically
It was a gruesome sight to say the least
Any garbage man could’ve easily investigated
It was inside sabotage right from the start
Now a crime scene spilling out secrets
The chambers have been cordoned-off
They’ve dissected most the latent clues
Blood drops scattered about profusely
Fragmented words linking the saboteurs
One has been discovered in a state of dissonance
Syringe of co-conspirator’s whispers in their veins
Clearly wounded and proving deceptive answers
The abandoned culprits deflecting culpability
Plethora of blue notes litter the environment
A false witness came forth, but was quickly busted
A malignant narcissistic ego- prattling nonsense
Crying, holding evidence of smudged memories
Pile a torched dream’s left in ashes- smoldering
Love poetry scrawled on the chamber walls
By shards of humanism with their fingerprints
Bloody foot tracks, escaping in fleeting echoes
My heart arrested; confessed; pleading insanity
Blaming it on a sickness, an incurable addiction
All started by some insatiable kiss of passion
Implicating your involvement; love…your weapon
Poet of the Light © 2018
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Distinction
It can be near painful for me
So close to touching- beautiful
Dancing on edges of dark-light
Souls caught betwixt death and life
You’ve become- an ultimate promise
That will never ever become broken
Yet still whisper into my beating heart
That will bare fingerprints of your…breath
Poet of the Light © 2018
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Quote
Love bitterly spoils the whole palette,
in its absence…
Poet of the Light © 2018- Absence
