CLOUDED LIGHT
Through the darkened clouds,
Liberating light blooming:
Better is coming:-
I let clouds hang on
to soften the right and wrong—
with blur of maybes
tinting decisions with gray
letting light, shade interplay.
Thoughts flock like soft mists
refusing to pass away
drift half-seen, half-known—
in between seen and unseen
as truths partially revealed.
When clarity fades
I blur the edges to gray—
squint out-of-focus
to brush on some in-between
to learn what analog streams.
Sunlight beams are straight
broken clouds direct their blaze
like searchlights panning
the ground for something missing
in ordered partial reveals.
Today,
the sadness slid in like fog—
not sudden,
just there.
Heavy without being invited.
I sit with it,
ashamed,
like I’ve broken something sacred
by feeling low in the presence
of someone so bright.
She laughs like clear water,
touches my hand like forgiveness—
how can I ache
when she exists?
But the ache doesn't check who I love,
only who I am.
It loops.
A guilt for feeling,
a guilt for hiding,
a guilt for being too full
or too empty.
And she—
she deserves someone who doesn't cloud over
on quiet afternoons.
Doesn’t fold into themselves
for no good reason.
Misty clouds fill my eyes,
After you stabbed my heart,
With a blade forged in hate.
Pain oozes out like blood,
But neither red nor caked –
Yet it outlives all thought.
eclipsed undressed moon
safe to view with naked eye
cirrus clouds hover
Take a walk in my clouded mind
Tell me do you see what i see
Isolation engulfs these thoughts
No light in sight
Beyond these eyes lies complications
Unable to resurrect the good memories
Responsible for creating all those bad memories
Unsure on how to communicate
Unsure of our direction
So much fear creates this gray
Answers slim to none
Questions a plenty
On this walk you could never imagine the shame
All rest in pain no peaceful sleep
Estranged is our existence
Try to comprehend the aftermath
Words were murderous to a soul
The heart was innocent and pure
Now fully evolved in trauma past and present
Cant seem to forget or live with these consequences
All the problems out grow our growth
No sun to shine
So lost
So unsure
Can you walk though a clouded mind and make sense of it all
I cant...
Your beautiful young face is not interesting,
I cannot read it, there are no maps to follow.
God writes you in the long steps of time,
a face I cannot trace leaves me lost.
I want your life contouring mine,
different maps on the same journey.
Eye and mouth crinkles
offer an unspoken wisdom,
Laugh lines and skin blemishes
are prints upon a trail of tears
we have both walked.
You hold a mirror up to the sky
and ask it to paint you,
and the sky answers with the most
beautiful clouds ever to be seen above
this near-sighted earth.
Just as how clouds
brought heaven to horizon,
when are exposed to sunlight.
Just as how it fades
while sky turned into crimson,
and slowly, comes the twilight.
Just as how it trembles,
in a storm of aggression
throwing thunders of mere uptight.
Just as how your heart
with the purest of emotion,
speaks the story of your fight.
Dawn's light shimmers through silver clouded skies
as the flow of morning's tide starts to rise
In a dinghy, he prays for just one wish
"Please, God, let me catch a lot of big fish."
Patiently, he sits waiting for the tug
on line baited with a grubworm or bug.
Fishing twine, his small fingers, lightly grips
Not a sigh or complaint comes from his lips.
His father, lost at sea, fighting a war
when he was but a little lad of four.
His mornings now spent on the rippling sea
to feed his younger siblings, there were three.
"I can take care of us," he said out loud.
His Mom's loving smile made him very proud
She cried while sewing him a winter coat
so he would stay warm as he sat afloat.
He rises before the first glint of sun
Doing a man's work before day is done
providing his family food to sup
A child, too quickly compelled to grow up.
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The cool summer day
beckons me to my backyard
to flop my aging bones on the ground,
gaze at the clouds still making formations
I remember from my youth ...
a cirrus dragon, definitely a dragon;
a cumulonimbus whale, a stratus poodle.
Memories of those halcyon childhood days
flit in and out my mind
like the lightning bugs I caught in jars.
Hide and seeking,
roller coaster riding,
Red-Rover-come-over days.
Drippy popsicle afternoons spent
merry-go-rounding at the park
until I fell over in sheer joy.
Running from house to house
to play with cousins
who teased me relentlessly.
Snagging candy and hugs from aunts and uncles
who smiled and loved me unconditionally.
Then, in an instant, the sky darkened.
The clouds and memories disappeared slowly.
Then they were gone, a magician’s vanishing act,
and me questioning if they ever really existed.
Only the love remains.
Glaucoma, Cataracts, the dreaded sty,
Seeing color in people is like a jaundiced eye.
Racism, Bigotry, Judging others critically-
Aversion to diversity and being equals cynically-
Uppity eyes who like to pretend
They don't judge others for their skin.
But it goes both ways-
it's equally not right-
to resent a man because he's white.
Like a disease without a cure-
Unless we judge the character
It's a rampant race no one will win.
No one gets to choose their color of skin-
Stereotypes, stigma but we need to try-
To purge the yellow from our eyes.
To see and hold all races dear-
Because only then will our eyes see clear.
The lantern is about
To release its last spark
Darkness is out
And now there’s a shark
Out and about
Clouds surround
The dying light
There is no sound
And the future is not bright
With emptiness all around
As the fire fades,
A new star appears
Fate now trades
For the light that endears,
A path that quickly disappears
The known is naught,
Forgotten forevermore
Because light will be sought
To leave evermore,
Not wanting to be here anymore
But fate has sealed you
Behind an iron door
Written on October 12, 2020
tears cloud my vision,
I can not accept your heart~
It's not mines to give
Alexis Y.
01/13/2021
Clouded thoughts fill my mind ,
And the more clouded it gets,
Till I'm left all blind ;
All my thoughts I wish to forget.
But all it does is remind,
So,I've learned to just ignore ;
However,life is never so kind ,
To see my pain it adores.
And all thats left of me ;
will be blinded by the clouds,
For life can't just let me be
So ,I shout curses out loud .
Let it be so,
Till I've let it all go.
As an addict, you think you are alone.
Family and friends turned their backs.
But you are all wrong.
You need to turn your lights on.
Admit to your problems.
Clear up the fog, that's clouded your mind.
Travel towards sobriety
Get back your own life!
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