Le cyberintimdation

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.”


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








I’ll never be any of what you need

Until it is only me…that you desire.

Poet of the Light © 2018




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


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


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


Love bitterly spoils the whole palette,

in its absence…

Poet of the Light © 2018- Absence