Tabula rasa

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In some respects: “The path not taken”

May well have been the very right one

But for all the wrong reasons unknown

Our diverging moments never do return

However, their wise lessons taught, will

Right and wrong will forever serve us

In predication for our pending futures

I’ve taken many preverbal right roads

Discovering it wasn’t where I belonged       

Whilst a few notorious- wrong roads     

Were more comfortable for my palate

Coziness can retard one’s inner growth     

Just as unjust punishment prevents love

Diverge your past- then… embark again

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Poet of the Light © 2022

Duty of truth

I’ve searched my erstwhile times

When I had a love affair with life

Like a child’s prepubescent crush  

On someone in walls of silence

Where even my soul celebrated

And I was devoid of responsibilities

But time ushered in newer knowledge

Often in those lackluster lessons             

Where I learned about authentic

And genuine held separate distinctions            

Love is a mature act all its own

But far too often nefariously misused    

Conflating preference, with loves actions

As children when adults… know better

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X factor

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It’s unpredictable really

My mind tends to escape

Drift off to an unknown place

In a slow subtle kind of way

Sometimes for a few seconds

Other times, time just disappears

And I’m unsure- for how long

Something frequently brings me back

Back here to my heart and reality       

Idealistically I pretend as if it sneaks off

To spend time with you- some-where

But unable to recall any of the visits       

Yet, I know deep within my heart

One day, it will take my soul…with

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To myself

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Sleepless nights walking

Across memory avenues

There are no exits available  

Dampness lingers in the air

Locked inside a music tune

That endlessly toys with me

I sit silently and keenly wait

As yesterday becomes today

A blanket of amber and blue  

As dawn breaks the horizon

And proud tears in my eyes

I watch- baby roses bloom

Much as I unwantonly realize

My babygirl is…an Angel too

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Le cinq reflets

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I miss the way we

Danced in rarity

Of your early years  

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I miss the way

You sang with me

In a car going down a road

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I miss the way we

Stormed the woods

As I watched a man grow

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I miss the way we

Played games for hours

Laughter was our wild card

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I miss the way

We talked about anything

It always filled my heart

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I confess, I’ll miss it all more

Those here now or already gone

When time comes … to depart    

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Poet of the Light © 2022

Nestled

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I bear the scars rented

From misbegotten love

From ten thousand roads

From where I have trodden

By both my body and soul

Where I’ve walked dusty  

Where my lips have thirsted

Where I felt unfulfilled hunger

Where I cloaked in only cold       

Where my heart was broken

Where the darkness reined

When the sun was unrelenting

Where came the nonstop rain    

Where Grace accompanied me

Where I am…for all of my days

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Gambit

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My only sun is broken

Its fire turned direction

And I- but a forest deep   

Its depravity burns harsh  

Its salvation all dried up

And my moon, out of site

Much like a rat’s wheel

My world still churns

For its own amusement

And I- merely a puppet           

The courts seek victims

So, the jesters can play

And all the judges laugh

This was my…life stage

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Poet of the Light © 2022

Sunsets

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I felt a flow of abeyance today

Lingering off the near horizon

In an unexpected conversation

Between implied and inferences

Where notice of frayed teethers

Were being taught a bit tighter

Straining corroding tie points

Aspects feel a tug now and then  

Things age within their lifetime

Just as some lifetimes are shorter

And some become more corroded     

So now, I must prepare- myself     

For razor-sharp words to speak

And a wounded heart to… bleed

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Chainless

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There lives a place of sanctuary

Where I- alone often go to visit

Where my mind, heart, and soul

Can safely together be consoled

Within some contextual triage

Where their wet wounds can heal

Beneath an umbrella of pure grace

Where attentive thoughts be said

Where attentive listening- is heard  

A space solid kinship are solidified      

Where bloodshot eyes can be clear

Newfound perceptions- welcomed    

There is no real pathway to and fro

Wounded or not, I follow… my soul

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Values

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I walked upon dried-out furls

Of tangerine and marmalade

They crunched like rusty cans

Morning dew had dissipated

With a refractory of moist fog

Surrounded by stalks of greys

Their brave ghostly shadows         

Step by step I broke a silence

As I secretly maintained mine

All your little-known nuances

That made you-you and special

Forever my forethoughts will be       

Memories of the life we’ve shared

Never accepting our love…diverged

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Poet of the Light © 2022