By choice or Circumstance At some point Sun rays will tire All rain ceases to fall Echoes fall damp in silence As my whispers forget to call And I've gone out of your sight As my desiring love...gets forgotten Poet of the Light © 2020
Vacancy
Category: unrequited
Overflowing
I’m tired, so, so tired Tired of wearing the blues I’m tired of listening To the lies from your disguise That you keep selling to me Your words make my head spin You’re my hearts illusion I’m living off your confusion And your lack of understanding Is killing all my emotions How can love really exist; When you treat me like this? Tell me, who ever heard: Of watering dead flowers, Then expected them to bloom? After all this time of waiting After all this time of pretending You’d think I finally- get it But- baby, I just don’t And that's the real problem I don’t get what you're promising I don’t get anything from you But more lies More sleepless confusion More heartaches More nights, without you too More secret crying More no sweet loving More of what I’ll never get But is all I really want I’m tired of living this mess And I’m tired of lying to me Just to cover...for you Poet of the Light © 2020
Grey going black
It should be criminal How you do me this way I can see it all now You don’t want my love I’m just your passing time thing To replace what you’ve lost A temporary kind of ghost Keeping you from going insane How vulgar you’ve made me Like an infection spreading Now I need someone else To be vulgar for me A plaything to keep on a string Whenever my emotions get to me And I’m missing that touch Of whispers caring bout me I miss the shivers you gave to me When I first believed My mind is slowing dying In a gray pall of reality Because my heart is broken And my cure left me on the floor Not even one little taste Unsatisfied in every way In the darken pain of… unloved Poet of the Light © 2020
Selective matter
Oh- those happenstance meetings Akin, how scraped paper does float Landing most abruptly place to place Sometimes only but for a moment Others, seemingly more indefinitely Ever subject to unseen changing winds And merciless unpredictable weather We skid, slid, bounce and smash into The ruins of shattered broken things Tossed away when no longer palatable We epitomize those roles- as people Like beloved paper hearts, disowned Ripped out from love's used booklet Tumbling blind into multiple of lives In remote or other exotic destinations Sometimes we go unnoticed and still Others, we’re centric of their crises Swept up against some preverbal fence Someway we mesh, near seamlessly Forgetting we’re still used paper hearts As if somehow we’d always been there Amidst a dark background of silence Caught up on some bits and fragments But of someones else's broken pieces Hearts, dreams or within turbulence Suddenly you’ve come front and center As your unwantedness eases away You’re feeling that renewed worth And that comfortableness starts to fit Forgetting still our own vulnerability And our former past life of events We laugh and embrace the sun rays Enjoy those brief scattered showers The pleasing scent of spring flowers Life- has never felt like such a blessing And just like that, we’re uprooted Cruel reminds of our ended season Time has past as we were oblivious And now we’re back traversing again To those former roles as, paper hearts Unneeded, tumbling while...withering Poet of the Light © 2020
Forswear
I could unwantonly reside without you If that is the tomorrow I’m bequeathed Though it would be most bleak, at best I’d refuse acceptance of the cold ambiance Know darkness could never replace you Nor could it ever become my friend We’d be more like armistice adversaries Coexisting only for the sake of silence My sanity would surely be overly taxed My heart- withering in desolate winds Not even the Ravens would dare visit Out of fear of getting lost in my madness A man, an island to himself...still in love Poet of the Light © 2020
Bird of paradise
Its kinda hard to explain now When you saw me in the light I was just breaking through From a fresh morning dew Out of the surface of darkness For my- one- millionth- time Embarrassing to say out loud This is how some cycles happen Be it a flower or human touch When you’re unwanted, you wilt I’d fall into the death of doubts Where I’m covered in rejections Until a new season comes forth And I thirst to be held by love Residing here in this lost garden With my courage again I become Just as you found me...a sprout Poet of the Light © 2020
Could’ve been’s
Some things aren’t worth Keeping and better off to be Leaving well enough alone Like wildfires out of control Let time fall flat on its face So I’ll just start by drowning Those little bitty memories All their following aspirations Of us and everything- love A homage of sorts for losers Then I’ll burn our bridges Being left behind wrecked In billowing smoke and dust From unused passion I had Once conjured up about us After which I’ll slip away Like loves refugee I’ll flee That imaginary you and me In the middle of some night While the moon is sleeping On a pile of cloudy pillows And rain pouring down hard Washing away all my tracks Until I find some place that No one you’ve ever known Knows me or even my name I’ll end all my rhymes and Their reasons to exist too Maybe then I’ll forget...you Poet of the Light © 2020
Reacquiring
The way that hidden darkness of
Some forest gets unmistakably
Lost within some blinding light
I’d get lost in the eternal depths
Of galaxies hidden in your eyes
As our rhythmic bodies played
Under our ethereal spent breaths
And like instruments of request
Twirling within our arms, was-
Dancing on the edge of heaven
For us, here in our secret realm
But now you’re gone; and it's time
To change my tune, palates habit
Degust some new flavors to devour
In search of maybe finding one
That may satisfy my unfed...hunger
Poet of the Light © 2020
In significance
Another time, another life I could be someone else living On the other side of losing love Where the sun shines just right And I sleep intertwined in limbs Of the woman that saves me everyday Conversations, all the things you don’t say Are like echoes returning Repeating inside my foolish mind And I don’t know why- as if They’re trying to say something else Maybe, none of it means a damn thing Foolish dreamers always get hurt Believing in lofty miracles Just to keep hope alive inside Instead of realizing, they're not enough Of all the things she keeps needing That she only finds, with someone else She’s crying again, another tonight He’s hurting her, every bruised emotion Lies and manipulations of words Shattering her heart and dreams Making her feel lost and empty- alone Instead of loved and truly wanted...forever Poet of the Light © 2020
Walkers low
What can I say now-
Only one of us two
Felt what I feel still
I broke my own rules
When I- felt again
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Its too late to change
I’ll move on- soon
You can’t feel what you don’t
And I can lose, what I do
Natures way of creating- blue
Just my color, imbued
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You’ll go your way
I’ll find mine soon
Dirt or a highway
I’ll hike it, all alone
I’ll feel- every step
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It’s going to take time
Getting used to, nothing you
You came like a new dawn
Waking me from my dream
I hadn’t realized, you didn’t belong
Now I have to, unfortunately for me
Natures way of creating- blue
Imbued by you
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You can’t feel what you don’t
And I can’t lose…what I do
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Poet of the Light © 2020
