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ShadowSpy Sep 15
No one
in sight
I am too
I wish I could
I cant so Ill
Basking in the glow of a lacerated sun
Dripping blessed rays, life pools in an agonising emptiness.
Smile upon me with your godless grace
Light of life, prying open a necrophyte visage
Spotlight upon a murderous parade
Of life and happiness. Always watching with
Catastrophic intent and purging flame.
Behold the beacon of rage as it rips
At your vision. Blinding illumination.
A scar in the sky.
Cataclysmic vista.
atop the east hills
an outer edge of sun rays
were seen early this morn
Glances of a golden glow
Face raised up
and layers thrown
Childlike fun
Mid May rays
its warmth absolved

Cindered slow and tender
Scarlet tones rendered red
The invisible hand slaps
with a silent clap

No spite or bite just light
Remember this tightness
Dangers unknown grown
Charred from above
upon those below
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Picnics under rays of cancer

continuously in center.

I wish I could have mentioned
I wish I could have mentioned

Drawings of my dead mother

Foreplay to no end

Endless laughter with no beginning

I hope I still have time

I hope you still allow
for me to say,
thank you.

Nightmares filled with little girls

Clovers of two cloves

what am I supposed to do with this information?

I guess I’ll just hold on to this information.

Picnics in a sandstorm
Under rays of cancer
Is how I portray my feelings
of loving you

at your center.
Daria Apr 23
What does is it mean
When shiny rays
Come out of dark grey clouds?
Is this a new beginning?

When light fights dark
For living rights,
And stormy days are great behind,
Will warming lights come save us all?
Every Day You Play
by Pablo Neruda
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

Every day you play with Infinity’s rays.
Exquisite visitor, you arrive with the flowers and the water.
You are vastly more than this immaculate head I clasp tightly
like a cornucopia, every day, between my hands ...

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Cynthia Jean Mar 19
Words of life:

His Words
of  love

through us

Like rays


Cynthia Jean
March  19, 2020
Look up.
Your redemption
draws nigh.
Be His Light!
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