The ruins, they run deep

Like hollowed caverns

That still echo- anguish

Faintly in cold whispers

On the cusp of hearing

Tauntingly to the mind

Like extra dark shadows

That follow you behind

Hair on your neck, spiked

Notice of dropped temps

Heighten every step forth

Yes, these are the places

Where love once flowed

With the warmth of love

Before you abandoned it

As our own lover eclipse

For all the world to see

To softly gasp and envy

Now, no one even cares

In coming out to venture

To visit the state of…my heart


Poet of the Light © 2019



Love is a dangerous luxury

We oft lose in casual choices

Falsely believing, we own it

Liken an old watch we wear

When and if we’re feeling so

Ignorant that they can both

Suddenly just turn on a dime

Or simply…not turn for us at all


Poet of the Light © 2019



Apocalyptic fire and raw steel

Flame marks remain on my soul

Wherever her scorching passion

Consumed mine into submission


Make no mistake, I’m no simpleton

Becoming submissive has it moments

When it leads things to your objective

Least anyone forgets, I ignited the fire


Then again, known planning is essential

For controlling all used combustibles

However, not all things will cooperate

That fire is still raging, last I seen her


I’ve been mangled, manipulated and burnt

If I could move at all…I’d jump in her fire


Poet of the Light © 2019



Some nuances we find in life

Stay forever seared in our mind

Akin the annunciation my name

Whenever her love- called it


She never knew, that I knew

How she gazed at me in mirrors

With her silent smiles and tears

Still gives me chills to this moment


Whenever I felt her love- flow

Beyond her resistance of control

She broke my heart so beautiful

And in so many spellbinding ways


Those keen quirks that made her- her

Took refuge; their place, here in my…heart


Poet of the Light © 2019



Who’d be the wiser anyways?


Brokenness becomes the whole

In a settlement to ones soul


The wear and tear of love

Often fray all the feelings

Of a persons dying heart


Bleeding hope seeps away

In clear streams of panes

As they slowly- suffocate

On crux of deaths threshold


Caring motivation is traded

For a daily numbing substance

In creation of a life of subsistence


Its most queer how blind we are

When the darkness isn’t ours


And we can edify them in…past-tense



Poet of the Light © 2019



I used to be bothered, being broken

Always sifting myself to be separate

Recognizing parts are lost from a whole

They serves different functions of purpose

I’m hardly ever politically correct

And know- when I’m am, its by accident

Perhaps its my natural aberrations

After all, I know I’m not a politician

I have no need to drive myself crazy

Flip-flopping akin, a fish out of water

Lying to one group just for appeasement

While secretly cutting tether of another

But remembering to wear stolen gloves

For when its time to point guilty fingers

It’s stands to reason to, just be honest

Without intentions of cruelness: diplomacy

Wouldn’t that be the real face of positivity?

Be empathetic and honorable, simultaneously

Why steep myself in a dark collective group;

That handcuffs anyone’s unique thoughts;

Or destroys their soulful gift of creativity;

Only to appear drowning in fake affinity?

Waves of harsh critics needing to oppress truth

Lies- unjust human second nature choices

Via fear, trying to escape culpability by words

Albeit, I’m oft found alone on many pathways

Finding they serve as a safe harbors, sorta speak

As I peregrinate my journeys, in all life’s seasons

At least I know they’ve been seized by integrity

Like a beacon amidst an ocean…of darkness


Poet of the Light © 2019