Certainly I live and breathe By each thump of my heart If only I became as glorious As these words I do script Love and I- would surely Be tasting… each others lips Poet of the Light © 2020
Personification
Category: sensual
Hell bent
The stars are messaging Our signs aren’t aligned And love isn’t ordained Have not they noticed, My rebellious streaks? Albeit stars are bright But they haven’t a clue What love really is or What love...really can do Poet of the Light © 2020
Barometer
Has my innocent heart birth a murmur? My passion for some things is waning Those things that added value to a life My motivation has been maladjusted Almost as if the fire is losing the air It requires for nourishment and power Even my ambiance feels a bit different Much the way daylight savings time is Changed by some ominous switch flip And I’m suddenly out of sync with it As if I’m betwixt the lull of that storm And its pending demolition... deliverance Poet of the Light © 2020
Hard way
I didn’t listen all that much as a child “Don’t touch that” too late! painful lesson That’s me, following my heart elsewhere I knew I was edging over that threshold Tempting fate, maybe foolishly even God Against my inner voice, against all odds I persisted, after all, that's how love works I’d push until the world pushes me back It premeditates past humanized boundaries Defies all the best of logic and reasonings Comes on like a tsunami out of nowhere On a clear blue skyline, then just, becomes Love- my greatest of gambles and of losses I should know, I have the scars to prove it Hey, what can I say, I’m human...and a poet Poet of the Light © 2020
Graffiti
Like the winter snow Shows up while you’re asleep What I felt had changed From every time before today Albeit, that doesn’t mean a thing For anyone, especially for me There are things we know In a cosmic lightning speed And recognize it’s truth Long before we can even think The writing is on the wall Even if we don’t dare to read We can feel the message presence Even if it never tries to breathe All my wishing won’t change a thing Reality can speak so bitterly If this, if that- just shifting sand To pretend it can be different I don’t want to believe it's true Another storm I have to get through I’ve been here a time or two Though I can’t say, ever this deep The writing is on the wall And time itself is… nearly gone Poet of the Light © 2020
Exposé
I’ve noticed, of late, I’ve changed Its not that I don’t care, cause I do I’ve lost that fear of losing people Even if they mean a great deal still I’m unsettled yet, if it's a good thing I wasn’t ever really like this before Maybe I’ve forgotten what matters? Or, I’m discovering… I should too! Poet of the Light © 2020
Abeyance
A snick of love is itself most unique Smiles grace the face of its key-holder As if unlocking a room full of treasure However, what of the other keys left? It gets me nowhere- to be a spare key On someone else’s key ring in waiting To see if I’ll become selected someday Am I better off being a door that’s lost? Or lock that eventually rusted… in time? Poet of the Light © 2020
Shortfall
Seems anecdotal But it took some time For me to realize We won’t fill that void Existing in each others lives And I find it heartbreaking Maybe, you always knew But kept it to yourself Things aren't what they seem So little makes any sense But we all know- that's love Its honestly hard to cope When you feel you got so close Only to watch it burn away suddenly Left here in the darkness How so poetically apropos And you’ll move on To where you belong I’m at a lost for words now Of what I should say to you There’s a part of me that hurts That doesn’t want to hurt you too All I know, is what I don’t And I wish I didn’t- now As I try to feel the wind again Maybe it's just too cold? Now, you just wanna be friends Story of my life, new chapter Same continual tragic ending Me- picking up the pieces Of my open hearts… disaster Poet of the Light © 2020
Put by
Crisp crackling has begot Ponderous tracks in white Adorned in crimson signs Her images still chase him Like an unalterable shadow That resides within his soul Oh- how words cut through Like a thrown spear at war In fogyish of life and love The thumping of his heart Clashes against his wound As his bloody drops trickle Down to the wintry tundra Becoming lost ruby stones They sizzle in chilled snow Never to be found or valued But he dares not to take rest He has too miles to go first Returning to his sanctuary Nestled into folds of alpines Founded in his life eons ago Atop great mountainscapes Where sacred paths still lay Beneath an enduring blanket Where horned sheep do play Like unsupervised children Where howling winds hide Both his hobble and self pride Where his own lone candle Accompanies time granules Shifting in unchanged seasons On the fray of life and regrets And dreams are so much kinder Than those longed for ventures Encountered following...his heart Poet of the Light © 2020
Tolls of time
Lost drowned city revealed Perchance of lowered levels Like unseen Holy water mist You slipped thru my fissures Droplet by droplet, you seeped Even a moon has unknown powers Permeating pass all my defenses I didn’t really have a chance Not that I wanted to stop you Truth be told, I prayed for it And your presence restarted That kindled fire of old within Fueled only by hope to be loved With the vigor of oceans waves That crossed the great seas to land Upon the lost shores of an island That nearly forgot about living But now- its smothering itself Stifling in the airless chambers As hope is waning once again The chilly ambiance is telling As transitory fogs roll back in Too incompatible with desires Too aberrational to really matter Unsightly display: unwanted ruins Flickering in...prevailing winds Poet of the Light © 2020
