My worst kept secret

 

Darkness told me of the Light

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how it shrank from Its density

told me of Light’s path, Its ways

how nothing could kill It,

It just went on, as if It were immortal,

as if darkness itself were just Its absence.

 

Light fell like Rain in my eyes

It dripped my desert

dripped It dry – my life was never the tunnel

was never the tunnel –

 

 

Lyrix&Life

 

 

 

inspired by

https:// thedarkesttunnel.wordpress.com/2018/06/07/monsters/

 

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Stalked by a Healer

 

 

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Death died,

I’ve been stalked by a Healer.

He hangs my gallows in the

vale of the shadow

of doubt, yeah here

black and white dead die diving

disabilities, disabled

by the River of Light-

self-destruct – murdered

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loss, lost

emptiness, emptied

poverty, bankrupt

rejection rejected,

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tempests stormed,

war, bombed

beautiful bloom blooming blossom

heartbreak, broken-

pickpockets, stolen,

loneliness, de-friended,

ha

I don’t know how, but just now,

death died,

I’ve been stalked

by the Healer….

 

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Healing Rain

 

 

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If words and rhyme could kill crime, they would, but they are little fires in the furnace of eternity where humans bruise like reeds, and are not just broken-  we rise, we die, live, cry, we are more than the dust we return to, 

e’en the stones know what we do not know, until we are broken –

 

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so fall Healing Rain

whisper Your secrets,

It is Time

 

let It scour the rust, of the ashes of dust, you and I-

we are children of seasons that turn,

turn

 

born to be born

we must carry the Light

of the Risen: fall,

 

Healing Rain.

 

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Called, Chosen

Streets are people

Houses are homes

Our bones are souls,

Each different,unique

like fingers in a palm.

Why’re they asking me to fit in

like they do

 

Were you ever held by a whisper

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My Father’s Eyes

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He had these tears,

like when a father is betrayed

it was the first time I wiped His eyes

when I prayed.

the first time here I felt a bit

what it must be like, to be hit

like that, oh dear God, like that

like when your own child steals Your Gold,

like warm food deliberately left out to get

cold.

How it feels like to be over ruled

envy, jealousy, pride, dear God, I never would have thought

You cried –

I never thought, how would I

this is not what mortals know –

what humans foil and demons throw :

humans can engineer two sides

two opposite sides…

yes it can make a father cry, but what I remember most is that

I dreamed I wiped Your eyes…

was that just a dream..

lyrix@life

Rest my heart

rest

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let go

breathe

rest your skin in the dark

in the light

in the shade of dusk

at dawn, in

between

 

peace waits

for those

seek it

 

….

lyrix & life