Rain Rape Poems

God is a effing sadist, they are not the love, nor the truth or nor the light. 
God is a cursed, twisted, cruel and uncaring...

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If the voices of the voiceless remain unattended to,
In our tomorrow, will there be a dream to run to?
They cry in silence as their dreams...

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Fear

It is a very small demon. 
It is a tiny monster, 
that never stops chewing on;
anything it can get. 

It is the one that hides,...

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Red lights in her eyes were slow, full of laze, 
Her feet conversed with the black,
As she stepped a vague step into a daze, 
Her...

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Commenting on the Weather

My coffee is hot, 
the cream was cold, 
the outcome... just right. 
The screen, 
the window out and into the world...
awaits my...

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Dance in the Fire

The storms will hit soon. 
The cellar is full. 
The water jugs are lined up. 
How long...?
At least thirty days...
but in reality,...

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Rain

As I set here quiet, 
I gather my thoughts. 
I pray without the pomp...
of a beginning or an end. 
As He is always with me....

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Confused Miles

You...
are too far away. 
I live here and you live there. 
The world, 
smaller all the time, 
but still. 

Parts are on fire. 
Some...

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Bethlehem

The tiny town was busy, 
as it was that time of year...
the census, 
the government of Rome. 
Reaching into the lives of the people, 
ruled...

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The Passing On 
(things families do, again and again)

The traditions of our house, 
are nearly gone. 
My son will have no children, 
my daughter, does...

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The Winter Hours

Cold is not my friend. 
It loves me, 
but it is not…
a mutual affair. 
Slowly, artfully, cruelly, 
my joints begin to freeze up....

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New Friends

High and low I have looked for you.
You are hard to find.
I talked to everyone, but they think...
I am crazy.
Where are you?

Low and high,...

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Protecting the Small

How do people in power rise, 
when all they are talking about, 
is against everything that can be 
remembered…
taught in school? 

How can...

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Storms at the Right Time
 
The rain came down in sheets, 
loudly hitting the roof, 
a music, made to be heard,
only once in our lives.

Each...

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My Umbrella

It was the reason
for everything,
needed, 
that had any value. 

It started with rain, 
on a Sunday morning. 
It moved to the car,
that would not...

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