![Glimpsing God](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Glimpsing God behind
the cusp
of a technicolour
rainbow,
the colours left over
from
our conversation, a
one-sided
exchange which drew not
blo..
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![The bête noir of life.](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
A spark of darkness, burst into the light.
A whisper in the monstrous quiet.
My beautiful child is holding me and won't let go.
Daddy, I cleaned ..
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![Coward's way out?](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Fear is unknown to me,
a foreign language which I
will not master.
Back straight, eyes clear
although tears have often
stained my tunic.
Forw..
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![The moonlight is missing](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Do not trust the moonlight
for it steals about and conceals,
taking pleasure, security and certainty.
Fear remains, the chilled shiver,
..
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![The triumph of Erebus](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Reality continues to erode my fantasy grip on life,
itself a novel explanation for that which may embody
my existence. Rifle through the rivers of ..
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![Samsara](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
I’ve killed millions
of pixels,
destroyed worlds, armies
and yet somehow
always managed to survive.
No sounds, no stains to show where o..
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![If I should glimpse heaven before you](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
If I should glimpse heaven before you,
know that I am not more worthy
nor more sinless,
just more weary and more glad.
Know this too: I lived, l..
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![Who killed the Spirit of our Earth?](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
The Spirit of our Earth is weeping, sleeping,
comatose, non mentos compos.
A sinuous, sensuous, tenuous grasp
is all that remains;
fabricate..
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![The Craven, the Maven & the Raven](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
The Craven, settled in the west,
must sleep always with one eye open
lest any lingering morality catch him unawares.
No comfort found from within..
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![The passing of peace](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Peace must die, a sacrificial lamb.
Our way of life is worth too much, in profit terms, to allow for peace to reign. Unused weapons are useless we..
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