Rob Francis Parsons Poems

My God is the sun
My God is the tree with the bird
My God is the summit and the sky
My God is the grand array
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Sat in target ranged a paitient gaze
from a fragile face
with wide jewel eyes
reflecting the obvious
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Golden Demons spred
tearing light
causing furosious fright
frozen, held to tight
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</>A trying man is dying
a shadow in Suns gleery noon
fallen on his sword
supprised to be stunned
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So cool
like an ocean bed jewel
gentle moon
sooths at Sun
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I was broken
a part of me died
as that part gave up
my world dimmed
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Thinking in the mirror
that sort of funny mirror
which returns straight a lightly gaze
and seemenly echos some normality
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In the beginning of this day

The blast by wind brings a chime
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I was broken
A part of me died
As that part gave up
My world dimmed, it strived
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Darkness came for me when I was five
Kept me from looking at any light
Kept me living like this my whole life
All this time shadow people showed me
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