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"illuminator" poems
Illuminator amidst passing clouds, gleaming Silent Crusader
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Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 1:00 PM UTC
Silent Crusader (Haiku)
She said: I am RA Goddess of the Sun Sun which I created From the glow in my Eye. Rise and fall But never fail Illuminator of the darkest day Sole star Souldier star I am RA Goddess of the Sun. Then She said: And I am KAMARIA Goddess of the Moon Moon which I moulded From the art in my Touch Day and night But never dark Gatekeeper Of the twilight's paradise True moon Full moon I am KAMARIA Goddess of the Moon She is the spirit of dawn, The spirit of dusk. She is the sun that she created, The moon that she moulded. She is a force Unbound Shift and shape at will. She is RA KAMARIA The Woman In The Mirror.
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Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 3:55 PM UTC
RA KAMARIA
Sitting in this empty room. As I watch the shadows creep to the door. Sitting on my bed I see, The bits of dust as they fall to the floor. Its so unreal how time flies by; When the sun shines in, All the shadows die. And by that time, I'm sitting inside. Waiting for the moon; My time to abide. But from the light there's always dark. And from the truth, theres always a lie. Beyond the shadows there lies a mark, Hidden by dust from days gone by. So now you see; Moonlight so dark, The shadows that creep, The dust shall part. An illuminator that fails to reap. The Dust, The Sand, The Shadows; they sleep. In the middle of the night, The sandman comes 'round. Perfecting infection, Yet making no sound. Spraying your eyes, With his hellish dust, Rebirthing your nightmares, Perfecting your lust. The daylight creeps in, As I slowly wake. The nightmares I had, Were too much to take. The Sandman had come, And the Sandman had gone, And all he had left, Was the Dust at Dawn.
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Jul 26, 2011
Jul 26, 2011 at 6:39 AM UTC
Dust at Dawn
Sometimes I don't know what is the best way to **** yourself Am I too young to even plan this? Or life isn't just for me It seems like everyday I am dying slowly. I feel that I am suffocated in a closed room by people who are chaos to my thoughts and poison to my heart I can't put all of my emotions in a tightly-closed jar because I fear that they will still come after me— Seeping through my soul and in turn, will held me captive A butterfly that has eluded to me; that's what you are I tried so hard but I can't Maybe if I die today; nothing will change The stars will continue to appear The sun will still give light at the surface of the Earth; able to provide sunshine to the people I left behind The moon, the illuminator of darkness, despite its craters will always give hope in the absence of light Is it me or my mind has completely gone wrong or my perception has just failed to look at the illusion this world has cursed upon c.j.d
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Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 10:48 PM UTC
Captive
I don't know... Maybe it's cause, it's just one-of-those days. But I wanna just give it away... Maybe its because, Im a little-bit crazy... Lil-bit lazy. Or maybe... Its the story itself... LONGING TO BE FREE... from ME! HOW CAN IT BE? how?                 How can it be? That You would use me? (Back to the scene) There's a mighty regime "Illuminator" of darkened dreams The Mark is seen Then izzy starts to believe. He embarks on the waters streams "LIVING the dream" He siphons others, When well received. All he achieves, In just a few short weeks! Making artists of thieves. Conqueror of the disease, of the fruit of deciet. Not like art but of seeds, Planting memory trees In our children who need Us See Jesus.
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Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 1:25 PM UTC
the author of invention
Pale Moon Complete Soft Resting Quietly In Morning sky Placid In victory Illuminator Of Night Graceful Harbinger Of New dawn Sun Rising Golden Glow Dazzling Showing me How To stand I have to win In the morning To live out My mission Noble Proud
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Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 2:31 AM UTC
Noble Moon
i have not written a word of him- since that moment i finally (reluctantly) let you cloud my mind over what i thought was my sunshine. i thought you were the clouds ruining my day, however, he was the clouds, blocking the blinding light that you knew i needed most. i realize now that you are the brightest sunlight i have ever seen. that your constant warmth and radiance enveloping me is the most powerful illuminator i will ever have. i used to think that tall halogen lamp added a nice touch to my living room, until i found a more modern stainless steel one to replace it with instead. and even then, i allowed a crystal chandelier to hang from my ceiling. but none of them compare to the light i found hidden behind those clouds. occasionally, i will have a rainy day where the old clouds form again and block my view of your sunshine. on those days, i feel like drowning in a puddle of my own tears and i tend to drown you too. i form imaginary clouds to try and block you out. yet somehow, even when the thunderstorms roll in, you manage to clear them away and give me a rainbow. you are God's Promise to me that the sun will always shine, and no matter how hard i try to cover you up, you always will be there waiting for me. and i will bask in the sunlight forever <3
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May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 9:36 PM UTC
my sunshine
singed by acute crossroads         we are marooned through indecision- pulling our weight         trying to lighten the load we bare it as does the earth         and the sun lying on its cot ready to fall beneath the resting place         the coal of the hearth, warm in rage our reflections are true in its image         everything is a mirror if you are willing to accept what you see.         our weight falls from pinning beneath that hibernating skyline         as the sun turns it's red steel cheek. the chains binding us to our burdens         fall with that sleeping illuminator pulling us to the ground, the dirt          turned to mud with our spit, the slime of creation in the eyes          of the god we have failed. only once our tounges rest with the rocks         as the sun does with its cot, may we (in our eyes) look up to the creator,         and ask him to break our chain.
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Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 5:26 PM UTC
tired were our backs