Spirit of Lighthouse

 

Not just that I grew up with you my entire life

but that the Light never leaves my shore

and that the Light breathes into me, fire.

Not that I could run from You or hide, my iris could never survive

the dark, its raw spit in the rock crevice of

the bones of my soul-

my Friend Holy Lighthouse spearing the night with dawn forever

as if I were but one little ship to harbour, as if the shadow of You were

my fragility, as if the shadow of me were Your Tower of Refuge,

some call You God, and Light of the World, for me You’ll always be

my eternal House of Defence, my House of Light

 

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Healed by a wound

 

Held

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https://raeindia.wordpress.com/2018/07/02/healing-rain/

by What would never

let go

 

I do not understand

Your kind of Love

how could I

 

How could I.

…….

Lyrix&Life.

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/

 

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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