Feel my colors
Vibrate
For you may not see
with your naked eyes
My bare soul breaths
Prism of Universe
That Hums of rainbows
Quiet gentle ray of colors
Warming through,
Encompassing the powerful whisper
Through and through
Infinite Bursts of Supernova
Such vibrance shapes eternity
It is here It is now
It is everything It is anything
A drop of
Alien of self doubt
And pain of vain dwells
In the reservoir of darkness
Where Nothing of anything exists
But Imprisonment of self
It weeps of its endless dreadfulness
Bleeds
Through and through
But NOW is the color
Of Faithful prayer
Painting the present
With compassionate care
Feel my colors
Vibrate
Through and through
As I am mere reflections of YOU
About the Creator
Amel Min
Awareness and growth
Rooting in change
Accepting all I have been
That all I am
And will be.
Disarmament
They say there's no atheism in the foxhole. While I wasn't currently neck-deep in a river of soft sediment, I was still praying to whoever would listen. Why am I doing this again? I would ponder while staring at the device that in no less than a minute could be my undoing. I scanned each and every variable panel and commonplace button as I watched the bright red L.E.D ticker countdown. No wires to cut, no code to put in, there was only one way to stop this infernal machine, and that incurred perfect timing.
By James U. Rizzia day ago in Fiction
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