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 May 2020 Arcassin B
Tif
Good morning or mourning?
as you see fit
 Mar 2020 Arcassin B
anna
Release.
 Mar 2020 Arcassin B
anna
My release doesn’t lie
In the blood that stains
Your carpet,
Or the tears that soak into
Your pillow,
Or the screams that pierce
The still night calm,
Not even in the **** that
Snakes into my senses,


Wishing to melt into
Whatever I was before
Star light emanating from
Afar;


Old light pulsing from the new skies










(I want to see myself in that light
A time before I gave in to the night)
Emptiness drains , but I think it’s because I have a lot of time on my hands to think rn.
Birds drop dead at my feet
I don’t know- if to die myself, or to give them life.

Now I know that heaved wings look like
Grey snows melting into each other

Life vaporizes from the summer sky
As a wounded dove trembles in my lap
Primary colors
Etched out of black
scratchboard

Longings out of sight -
Peripheral vision blind

Rhythm out of rhythm
Rhyme within rhyme

Hanging midair
By a pendulum mental thread

Threadbare patches
Cover the distressed
Whole cloth

Agonizing, but sitting in
My comfortable chair


Only seven words
But conveying

So much.
Does ANY of that make sense?
In a weird mood...
You may not understand
I am not shy
God sent His Son
to make us realize
He is Our Savior
Like Him I will die
Difference is I have sinned
Yeshua payed the price
One day He will be back
HALLELUJAH
Won't that be nice

Until then The Holy Spirit
Will guide me through
Pain and hardships
Part of my voyage
This is true
There is much joy
Along with them
Knowing one day
I will be with Our Savior
There is no end
Because I asked
He granted me forgiveness
Of my sins
HALLELUJAH

I must say upon
This walk everyday
Time to time I fall back in
This world is so full of sin
I must work hard
Never forget to pray
Let The Spirit guide me
Day by day
HALLELUJAH
PEACE WITH GOD
Isaiah 43
 Mar 2018 Arcassin B
Riham
My words has been reading by the def person
My words are noticed by that blind person
My voice has been shut down for myself pleasure
lost , still searching for myself
But all I can find is a black mirror reflecting all of my lies
I did cross the river by hiding from the tik of the time
I did trust in the rage to get me out of myself cage , in the first seconds I did find out that my cage is just a memory of revenge there's no need to get out of it
the demon who's in my room corner is whispering
Telling me things I admire about the night
He's Trying to turn my flame to the fire
He's trying to get a chance to get the same reference
His whisper is getting louder
He's waiting for me to talk
So he can see the ignite program
Lost
Found
Same as his main road
As long as my silent will keep his blind
i will keep my misery for my Mystery the beauty of silence always was an art but only the blind person who can understand the beauty of it ...
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