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I have come to a corner of the universe where the balance has shifted insanely toward the light.  Its like being inside a star.  There is no darkness whatsoever.  Darkness has no place here.   There is a being here that is emitting this near infinite light.  At the center of this galaxy sized mass of light he shines and burns away darkness.  My armor begins to absorb this near infinite light.  My power levels reach a level beyond thought.  I want to be part of this light. Vanquish all darkness.  I close my eyes and feel the light course through my soul and aura.  This light however is not pure.  It is made out of love, revenge, and hate.   Its intentions are good.  But the ramifications could be catastrophic.   It wants to rid the universe of all darkness.  Everything would become illuminated.  We would lose the night. We would lose our shadows.  There would be nothing but light as we would become a part of it and then one in and of itself.  Simply stated it would be the end.  I must stop him.  This being of light.   S-DIVERS
Toward the light I bring the hope of darkness.
If I were God
I would give the gift of Everlasting Life to Everyone
Without Condition.
Knowing full well that I exist
I would not need a single other soul
To believe in Me.

I’d never say you may have eternal life
Provided you Believe.
For I would feel Unconditional Love
For every living thing.

Yes, I’d cherish every living thing:
Be a Lifist if you will.
Yet I suspect that God:
He, She or It
Thinks just the same as Me.

It’s our interpretation of The Lord
That is at fault.
He…She… has a Plan
And waits
Like a mother hen
To wrap us All
In Her…
Bright outstretched wings.

Paul Butters
Inspired by the church funeral of my pub-chum John Hilton today.
 Jan 2016 Chiibe-The-Rebel
Day
Every word she spat at me in anger,
became another scar on my skin,
but she didn't care for she could leave
when the blood flow became overwhelming
leaving just me and my undersized bandages
I caught you,
In a glance.
Between chapters,
Between words.

I read you,
But couldn't really read you.
I found you,
But couldn't really see you.

You came just in time,
To save his life,
For the protagonist,
Had found defeat.

The author's charm,
To destroy it all,
So that you would,
Build it up again.

And now the narrative,
Had found it's muse.
The pages wrote themselves.
The Writer had nothing to do,
But watch it all unfold.

The happy ever after,
Was pages away.
All thanks to you,
The girl in the storybook,
Who made his world complete.
And then
In a single moment
You were the oxygen I breathe
I found it hard to believe
That I might die without your touch
Just your presence and your scent
Was more than enough
But a tiny drop of your love
Could never be too much
the leaves are changing colors
the days are getting shorter
the weather is getting colder
the clouds are getting closer
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I want to scream and yell
at you, Reader

"Why do you see the longer ones
and skip over them?"

These are the words I wrote
with my heart and soul
for you to read.

"Why do so many get a reading
when they are shorter than them above?"

These are words I quickly found
that do have meaning
but only in those seconds.

I wish you would become a reader
of longer, lingering thoughts.
Then you'll see into my soul
in different ways than I understand.

But truth be told,
I should yell at myself
for doing the same to you.
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