Mutated sunsets

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Today the morning is laced  

In a bittersweetness of grays 

Its soberness can be tasted  

On the fringes of realization  

Some things are better left unsaid  

So, I will take my unspoken with  

As I pack up fragments of yesterday’s  

And my tidbits hope of tomorrow’s  

With broken promises and uncertainty  

As I leave behind what is left of family  

That could never fathom the depths  

Of my perpetual love for them  

I will nestle into a distant mountainside  

To observe life slowly …slip from sight  


Poet of the Light © 2022  



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Beautiful aspects of our lives 

Are slowly unappreciated  

As we innocently take them for granted  

We get lost in the search for newness  

That we begin to gloss over our present  

Brillant colors of a fresh dawn  

Warmth of the sun, caress of a breeze 

Sounds of laughing children playing 

Silence serenity upon a lone summit  

Uniqueness of every fallen snowflake  

Heartbeats of life to share and live 

Tears of love and tears of our loss 

Oh! How I have lost you somewhat  

Thank God, I still have…these tears  


Poet of the Light © 2022  

Holding out

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Alone at times, I close my eyes 

I just sit here in borrowed silence  

As I listen attentively for your whispers 

With tears streaming from my eyes  

As I anticipate what you might say 

My lawless heart beats thunderously 

It may seem a cruel thing to be doing 

But it secretly gives me more hope  

The way my prayers often do too  

Because even my love still hurts in truth  

So, what more is there I can say  

I will never compartmentalize you  

To love unconditionally from your soul 

You bear through it all… and never let go  


Poet of the Light © 2022  


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Made memories and the living  

The way photographs feel in the hand 

Compared to what we can envision 

For me, it was always the difference 

And something that really mattered   

I knew that I would always understand  

No matter what else ever happened  

But this just isn’t- the same for me now 

And those confusion changes daily  

Like the changing winds on barren lands  

Leaving me to feel foreign in understanding   

And I’ve gotten lost inside of what was  

That I can’t imagine even being found  

Or if I really ever want… to come back out

Poet of the Light © 2022  


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I was born bruised and broken  

Heading downhill fast  

Trying to survive life’s avalanche  

Lord knows I wasn’t given a chance  

Still here I am- subsisting this  

In the shadows and light cast  

Like some monstrous outcast   

When all I’ve done was be born  

And even then, I was never asked  

But somehow, I have to pay the tax     

When does life change into living it,  

As in dreams, movies … or delusions? 


Poet of the Light © 2022  


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Never been to this place before  

And yet, the moments seem so old 

Maybe they even feel overused  

Must have been something I dreamt 

Or seen, so long ago, somewhere else 

Maybe another life a lived and died  

And yet, I already know how it goes  

Even the next thousand heartbreaks  

Still resonating, here deep in my heart    

Some things have a way of repeating  

Like falling in love with love itself  

Instead of someone worthy of love  

Maybe that’s where I’ve gone wrong  

I’m not found worthy enough…  yet  


Poet of the Light © 2022 

Broad strokes

The morning is cold and gray   

Feels like winter is on its way  

Spring and summer are memories  

And there’s a hollowness inside 

Echoing back things about my life 

I’m missing chances I let slip away  

These echoes are reminding me  

Not to waste another fragile day  

Yet I still don’t know what to do 

But chase after rainbows I can’t see  

Slaying windmills found in my way  

Looking for where I truly belong  

Scarred, tired, and barely hanging on  

I’m a man you’d have to love… blindly  


Poet of the Light © 2022  


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Nothing about love is negative 

Those platitudes are merely myths 

To get you to capitulate yourself 

To neurotic whims of someone else 

Those who have needs to manipulate   

Love is a gift they can’t appreciate  

Love flows in abundance naturally   

Around the bends and sprawls out 

It churns in-depth and even falls  

Out of nowhere in faraway places  

It is fierce and gentle all at once     

Silky and soothing with its touch      

Love ushers out no waves of regret  

Love is the exception… in everything 


Poet of the Light © 2022  

Unfolding realities

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Narcissists are naturally cunning  

Even factoring in being forgiven 

Into the fabric of nefarious plans 

And before enacting their deeds  

Upon those, they will victimize  

We should oblige them- just once 

Proving to ourselves that we can  

But void of any remorseful actions 

We must avoid becoming complicit  

By letting them convict themselves  

Next time they trespass boundaries   

As they utter forgiveness platitudes  

We end all our further interactions 

Because narcissists…evade change  

Poet of the Light © 2022  

Careless flickers

My love was like some fervor 

Something inside me took over  

But I didn’t care, and I let go 

When I fell in love with you 

It was all fun at first  

It was the best I ever had 

It was a fire that loved to hurt  

It was quickly burning me alive  

Romance has a way of dying  

Like a slow-burning ember  

Sometimes it takes days to subside  

But others may smolder forever  

Now I’m the tainted smoke  

That drifts in the wind… alone   


Poet of the Light © 2022