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My own Almighty

I am god.
At least my own.
I pray to myself,
Aware, with faith
That my own Deism 
will cleanse my sins.

My calloused hands
Roam and intertwine 
amongst one another.
Creating and sculpting,
Molding my own world,
My choices and consequences
To be determined by my Craft.
Whether it be my turmoil
Or my salvation,
It’s mine to create. 

My now or my future
Decisions give shelter
To Sorrow, angst, 
joy and fulfillment.
They dance among eachother,
Running down my fingertips.
Eager and waiting
To be woven into
My life’s tapestry.

These are my hands,
My own sacred utensils 
Capable and driven by
Their own divine power.
I decide what thread they weave.
I cast out my prayers,
Knowing I myself am capable 
Of answering them

Whatever potential my hands may hold,
I give faith to my God.
For my hands can raise mountains,
As easily as they can lay them
In ruin.
And with that
I find peace.

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You’re favourite Hue

You used to know me.
You knew me when I was 
Iridescent, and captivatingly bold
My colours were valiant,
Demanding their presence
Amongst any dull horizon.
You saw my light,
But since you prefer a calmer hue,
You dimmed me.

You used to know me.
It wasn’t the version you first met,
It was the version now jaded,
Plagued by Consequences. 
The aftermath of 
A once brave light 
now turned fearful.
Charged Luminescence then 
Turned Dull, muted,
Weakened to the ambience you felt
Safe to bask in.
The kind of light you enjoyed 
Coming home to.

You knew me then, 
But not now.
Vibrant hues reawakened
Bright, bold, but humble.
An artwork made of all the 
Sunlight and storms from the 
Years that came before,
No longer hidden
From the clouds that refused 
To give them residence.

Saturation deepened 
By their perseverance to
Be seen.
And for that, I can 
Say it was worth something.

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Dawn

You used to know me.
You knew me when I was 
Iridescent, and captivating bold
My colours were valiant,
Demanding their presence
Amongst any dull horizon.
You saw my light,
But since you prefer a calmer hue,
You dimmed me.

You used to know me.
It wasn’t the version you first met,
It was the version infused with 
Consequence. The aftermath of 
A once brave light now scared.
Charged Luminescence now 
Dull, muted,
Weakened to the ambience you felt
Safe to bask in.
The kind of light you enjoyed 
Coming home to.

You knew me then, 
But not now.
Vibrant hues reawakened
Bright, bold, but humble.
An artwork made of all the 
Sunlight and storms from the 
Years that came before,
No longer hidden
From the clouds that refused 
To give them residence.

Saturation deepened 
By their perseverance to
Be seen.
And for that, I can 
Say it was worth something.

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A Haunting

I see him.
I turn an eye but it turns back to him
Synergies surpass the 
Urge to look away
From the ghost
I wish not to see
But who am I to deny
His presence.

A haunting I invite,
But at the same time 
I fear.

How can I deny timing,
I’m not a god.
I’m just a happy man
Who used to be sad.
A happy man who should 
only be afraid
Of the ghost of his own past.
And yet I’m still afraid
Of the one in front of me.

Are you here to haunt me
Or save me.
Will you scare me more
Than what I know I’m 
Capable of enduring,
Or will you haunt me 
When I lose out.