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Details | Quintain (English) | |

"In the heat of Pasion" (to Angela wih love)

     The first time I saw you, there was a glow about you
      that baffle me.  I-I just could not find the right word,
     "you had that certain glow about you".  Not the way you walk
       nor the way you move, "but I believe in miracle's", yes
      I do - yes I do.  So finally I step to you and ask, would you,
       could you smile ? just for the camara in my mind so that the
      image of an Angel would be on my mind just in case the world
      ended (today) much to soon, much before time.  The first time
     I saw you naked Angela, my mouth got lost for words-but the one
      that slip through my lip's were (mmmunn) "what a gorcious women,
      breast like lucious melons", and a voice (sweet) like that of the ocean
     and wave's of heat and my idea of nerviousness brings trembeling to
     my feet's.
    "I do believe in miracle's", "I do not believe in love".  Miracle's that it
       take to sustain a relationship that the odd's of longivity are against us.
      And we do become desponded, most of our day is spent fussing and cussing.
     Never to see true love at its best.  The first time our lip's did touch, I remem-
     ber this Angel who I call Angela, she had my name tattoe across her chest.
      Love, became the missing attraction, and you comfort me in my desire to ex
    press myself, for I thought I was so macho, never in a thousand years, "will I
      meet such a someone (?) that's such a women".  A women (aaaah) such a
    women, "from her head to her shoe".  
       Now Angela just in case the world ends tomorrow.  Don't denie that there's an
       "attraction".  O'Angela.....kiss me quickly, "In the heat of Passion".


Details | Rhyme | |

RED ANGEL

RED  ANGEL

I see the fire in your eyes!
This Red Angel, who's not human, intriguing with lies.
Pointing to the path that leads to paradise.
Ending Revelations with violence, breaking every inch of ice.

Blazing wings like the sunset over a field of corn.
A row of roses with rubies sharper than a thorn.
A devious smile covering up a set of horns.
Diluting me with images, since the day I was born.

Goose bumps when your essence is near.
I linger and shiver my lips with fear.
A slithery hypnotic tongue, the Red Angel wipes away my tear.
Holding the reddish key, whispering the word. "FREEDOM!"Into my ear.

Like the crimson tide lifting me from drowning at his request. 
I find my heart pondering deeper and deeper within my chest.
Blessed with the curse of 'death' when my demons are depressed.
I'm still smiling to the sweet surrender of your breath.

A halo exploding like the fur of a volcano filled with lava.
Allowing the angel's advocate around~like a tree of strawberry guava.
Swallowing my own drops of red blood from my own saliva.
Living like the dead after a full bottle of vodka.

I beg for mercy at the Red Angels cow like feet.
Collapsing with sweat in his sweet eternal heat.
Gasping for the fresh air to avoid the smell of rotten meat.
I see the aura of an angel with his fangs ready to feast  and eat.

Falling into a daze towards the red picket fence.
My Red House engraved with flames, after my feeling where condense.
My soul tormented by goodness at evils expense.
Flowing with every feeling including God's given sixth sense...

 By; P.D.

((( Merry X- Mass Everyone)))


Details | ABC | |

There is a place

There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold. 

This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .

This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .

It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For  the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No  one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .

 money holds no value ,  Where you live , what you own,  has no significance here .

You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you . 
Hate will be shed at the door light a old jacket of no use. 

There is a place of beauty and  Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .


Details | Free verse | |

My Son Moon and Star

            My Son Moon and Star ~

        Approaching the celebration of his Birth 
                cherishing the gift I received 
           within weeks of conception I knew
            something amazing was in Creation ~

            the Stars held a party
            sending me with one of their own  
    Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky   
       It was magic  It was destiny taking its flight.  

           In love with an October full moon 
               drawing and painting I liked 
             thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
                caught in a loss of time 

          Hours going by as choosing my color  
           a wittness to three falling stars 
             A clear night sky sparkle's
           A once Famous Star was sent 
            inspiring the tiny child inside ~ 

           Never a doubt in my mind at all     
       child bearing was worth any pain received
      yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
             one to cherish and hold
          My Son was born the following August ~

    working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year  
         as the set of Leverage for 3 years .

              Has done a Indie movie here  
             In Paris it was seen and honored
             coming soon filmed in Portland ~
                 "The House of Last Things "

        awaiting the credits , you will see
                        
    1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant 
   
                 My Young Lion Mans dream ~
        A proud mom I watch every show and the credits 

        as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
              My Son &  Moon and Star  
               A name you will all know ~

            Happy Birthday to my creative Son
             you will exist in my heart forever~
                        and thereafter               
                             Mom


Details | Epic | |

raised from the dead

three women with points on their licenses to the tomb of Jesus they ventured
as they had a love for our Savior that was totally uncensored
they were told that the Roman soldiers over His tomb were standing guard
but they had a need to consecrate His body that compelled them to do their part
it was risky and unreasonable in the minds of most
but man's reasoning has no value when it comes to our Heavenly Host
to do the impossible that is what they desired
and with the power of the Holy Spirit they were then inspired
to walk by faith and not by sight guided by God's spiritual light

and when those women got to the tomb they then discovered 
that the sepulcher of Jesus was now uncovered
no Roman soldiers were in sight 
just an Angel of God wearing raiment snow white
"fear not" the Angel said, for the prophecy has been fulfilled
the Messiah  Jesus has risen from the dead for it is God's will
the mighty stone had been rolled away
it was a bold godly display

do you know that God will roll away any stone that impedes your life?
as He rolled away the stone at the tomb of His beloved Son Jesus the Christ
to be raised from the death of corruption and sin
restored, renewed, revived and born again
raised up from societal barriers of destruction
now a new creation in Christ's gospel production
the Lord desires that we live abundantly
and to walk with the power of His authority
so never forget the sacrifice and the blood that was shed
when Jesus the Christ by the hand of God was raised from the dead


Details | Blank verse | |

he is leaving home

                            
                  In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
                       as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores 
                      for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `

                    Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
                       The red album, The blue album , The White album 
                        Then .. Abbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
                  Ringo's face ,  something hard to understand underneath~
                       
                      I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
                    the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears 
                    For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one . It wanted silence

                    Going back ..remembering when John Lennon died 
                      I was in Arkansas saddened with the world .
                      Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it " 
                      No .. this was not my hero in music and song .

                      he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes 
                      bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss

                       One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
                       The other identity hidden, tried to be part of ..coming together
                                                                                                                                                                        
                            his  world of secrets
                        He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
                       
                        Too many years gone by .let us tell the Truth. Let us be free
                         The very sad long and winding Road ~
                         Let us Bury our real Paul. 

                         No more " Mystery tour "
                             No more fear 
                                Let him be in peace ~


           Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "

                






Details | Prose | |

Goddess

They say the sun shines on the skin of a goddess her hair dark filled with flowers and her skin of silk,
When you see her don't let her go she will treat u like a god and run her silk hands against the ruffness of your skin she will show u the right way to enlightenment her eyes golden brown so deep you can get lost she can see right through you and know the depth of your soul she will speak words so smooth softer then the wind 
Skin so smooth the sun follows her every move.


Details | Lyric | |

girl with the diamond eyes

my girl
has a strange effect on me

shes more sweet than honey
but be warned this queen bee can sting
she can be bitter at times 


but i dont mind cause
shes all mine 
shes my only dream
and she can be like a angel to me

there are always times when diamonds 
loose their shine but since the day i made her mine
that shine has never left
her beautiful eyes

shes my girl
the girl with the diamond eyes


this girl is more beautiful than anything
she is my perfect vision of life
she means everything to me

shes my angel and my dream
but at times she can be 
the devil to me

we are crazy in desire
we fit together well 
shes crazy 
and im crazy for her

shes bad 
and ill be bad for her

my girl
has a strange effect on me

shes more sweet than honey
but be warned this queen bee can sting
she can be bitter at times 


but i dont mind cause
shes all mine 
shes my only dream
and she can be like a angel to me

there are always times when diamonds 
loose their shine but since the day i made her mine
that shine has never left
her beautiful eyes

shes my girl
the girl with the diamond eyes


yea my girl
with the diamond eyes

she makes me feel crazy
sometimes
but i dont mine as long as i can call
that girl with the diamond eyes mine

i pray they always shine


Details | Concrete | |

DISTURBED CREATURE- Am I

A poem wrote by me, based on Person who is a deserving icon but still struggling hard with his career life and addressed as disturbed creature.

DISTURBED CREATURE--> Am I ??       BY Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare

Am I so insane, Am I so mad,
Dramatic mood of mine is so die hard.
Destroyed my peace, Shattering my dreams,
People call me as disturbed creature.
As like mounting the pain, attenuating the drain!!

Digesting my feelings lying inside me,
Strangely nobody cared, call me sick.
Teasing me lavishly and my heart is pricked,
Hurted me like hell when addressed me as stupid.
As like showering rain, missing on the lane!!

Time lapse in journey of life,
Can hamper anybody on its path.
When I see innate reflex of mine,
I always use to brightly shine.
Though possessing every job attributes of mine,
I never thought the authorities will ditch and hamper my career line.
Falsely acting bloody swine, making my image as fade as wine.
As like affecting harmonious divine, my soul was, as is transparently pristine!!

Destroying me and testing my patience, Never wanna give up.
Transformed deviations, wanna rightly screw up.
I wanna raise up, I wanna shake up.
I wanna wake up, Tranquilize my mind.
Unzip the professional life compressed by the culprits.
Wanna explore myself, driving the motivated heights of journey.
Lastly waiting for the optimistic opportunity.
Cuffing the suspect ,I wanna rejoice by my pattern of life!! 

with Suyog Pagare


Details | Epic | |

Raising A Tribe - Part One

Eve, this land is already populated,
peopled by persons who seem like us,
although diffetent too, like seasons in soul,
divergent in their dreams for dynasty,
they have dialects from a depth of  Dawn
that awoke long before we arrived to thrive here,
customs peculiar as shapes to stones,
Father never spoke of these klans
who strive to survive outside the mercy of His gaurded garden,
competitive as clouds in a shrunken sky,

I met a merchant, a servant to trade,
he told of banners and blood, laws and legacies
cultures savage and cities of crime,
gleamed from telling stories of wealth and wonder,
said they worship their Gods more ways than gold folds,
consider what we have encountered Luv,
will our children slay or be slain, war or work
love or get lost in conquest,
you, as a Woman of God's glorious gambit
have a harvest of futurity's face in the balance,
will you deliver the destiny of our union into this drama...

By Poet - Adam/J.A.B.


Details | Diamante | |

Thirsty Feeling about Nature and love

A small poem “Thirsty Feeling about Nature and love” wrote by Mrs. Madhavi. Suyog. Pagare

 “Thirsty Feeling about Nature and love” 

Seating nearby valley side,
Astonished by seeing a nature's serene beauty. 
Amidst Grassy hills,
zigzagically mounted on the stupefying homeland.
Pristine Water, Sliding from the highest peak,
Flowing in its own way,
Wondering about its challenging destiny.
Love the way you are.
I owe you for myself!!

Wind's whispered, Cheering in its ain way.
Chanting of music beats,
Recited with a soothing intonation.
Birds speaking eloquently..
Dazzling due to marvellous rainbow..
Love the way you are,
I owe you for myself!!

Amazing and enamoured environment aroused my emotions,
Feeling Shy to express.
Missing my dream person,my Mr.Adam.
Versatile persona where are you?
Come here and hug me.
Fuel me up with spirit.
Gift me a smile.
Until forever fades away, Endure me.
Love the way you are..
I owe you for myself!!

Finished dropping stones in water.
Gladly waiting for your arrival.
Testing patience is all enough now.
Wanted to feel the gist of love.
Desire to fulfil wish with pure heart and soul.
Auspicious moments provoking to capture 
Love the way you are, 
I owe you for myself





by Madhavi. Suyog. Pagare.


Details | Epic | |

Raising A Tribe - Part Two

Adam, take the dust and
blow into tomorrow's winter world
the intruding consciousness
is evolving, embroiling a vainity of values,
who are we now, why this
language of redemption ?
the truth hurts once we
were exhiled from God's perfect garden,
the roads behind are
cold and alone, its you and me against the wind,
Adam, how will we survive
the hail, and 40 days of raging rain ?

In every emerging
evening I see a new face when I close my eyes
my intuitions are crystal
clear, Adam
I can feel the needing
agony of anticipation from my womb,
these shoes are worn out
from this journey, lets build
I will praise the
callouses of your hands once the walls reach heaven,
lets ride, make new
native noise, simply splashing love
lets harvest the future
drink from the wealth of cheap wine,
making choices knowing right - to wrong

Now that we are free, we
can enjoy the goodness before it fades,
the voices inside are 
called, they can befit the beast
God intended us to be angels, alienating us away
lets grow upward,
testing the sound of silence, I want to eliminate the echoes,
with the sounds of laughter and tears,
I'm willing to take a greater
risk of falling,
hurry Adam, put a child 
in my arms, and soothe the agony of absence,
its time to grow and generate
the human race,
this is my new chapter, unfolding
the Continuing Saga

By Poet  - Eve


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: V

Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?


Details | Epic | |

Rejection in Love

I never hide anything from you,
Told you nearly everything about me,
Just wanted your appreciation,
Instead my angel why gave me rejection.

Just like a kid cry for toys,
Just like a poet cries when being rejected by publishers,
Just like parents cry for their children’s pain,
More then just like that, I cry and cried for you.

My angel now I can’t eat,
I can’t even drink properly,
Days and nights are passing,
But still I am in love and thinking of you.

Please come back,
I will be always yours,
Just give me one chance to prove myself,
Why you have rejected me without giving any chance.

You are so pretty my angel,
But let me tell you something,
I would have still loved you,
If you were not that pretty.


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: II

Invisible chap
Bearded egomaniac
Probably not real


Details | Free verse | |

Rain

Thy God sent forth water from heaven
To bestowed upon the earth and
To encamp the adhere globe.
It is the happiness and blessing of God.
Thou provide us with the necessity of life.
Let rain fall on your life successfully?


Details | ABC | |

Push Up

i could sit here. day in and day out
thinking of the most proper way
to let the ink in the pen spill out
but as of late im feeling prehistoric 
so much weight on my shoulders 
and i dont know where to go
resuscitate my soul
look back up and head to the goal

so much evil around. i feel like the devils workin double shifts just to bring me down.
on the road to redemption
you can take a seat up in the front section
just so you can feel the emotions
in this electric notion

i've done a lot of things that hide the halo
let it all collaborate when i medicate 
now look at me, mind workin like plato
formulate a new path to take so i can
maneuver through all the mistakes 
we all know we cant change what we've already made
but we can change the next thing we create
startin to sound like a serenity prayer
5 steps till im thirty
and the twenty four before i was never a player
found out when the lights came back on im strictly a lover
its the strongest drink for your soul, when its thirsty
so careful how much you intake or be left hungover
even worse be the one she ran over

i dont mean to come off like im too deep
but the obstacles made there way through just to scrape through
and leave me suffocating
just for me to re-invent a new way to breathe, re-decorating

is your life so complicated 
you rather wet up your pillows and revoke from the life you live
just think of your kids mourning 
theyll never see that pretty face in the morning any more
cheer your self up
you got a lot to live for
your a gem and im that friend
trynna appraise the value 
that you dont see inside of you


just another day for him
goin about
searchin wonderin what his purpose is
running in circles 
till he found a way through all the turbulence





Details | Free verse | |

An Ode to LIFE Part 1

An Ode To LIFE


As I lay my head down and start to fall asleep I see myself being carried off to a place and time the place of our Lords birth in Bethlehem of Judea

As in the Bible tells the story of His life and how he lived and died in that human seance and rose on the day He told of

I do not remember being here but I remember the story I was taught so many years ago

As I walk through the streets of Bethlehem I see each scene  and hear  every word as I am learning the story they telling is true

The writer writes of a jealous King  and his way of dealing with his people and of Mary and Joseph who came to Bethlehem to have a child

The story tells of the three wise men  who saw a star in the north and heard of a child  who was born to be the King of the Jews  and come to see and bring Him gifts 

An  angel from the Heavens above came to Mary and Joseph in a dream and told them they had to leave Bethlehem or King Herod would have their son killed 

So they left Bethlehem and went to Egypt and there they lived until King Herod no longer ruled

As I follow along in my dream I see each scene  and hear  every word as I am puzzled by the fact I understand each

I don’t understand why I’m going through this time but I know I must continue on this journey 

As I am pulling through a time where I reach the place of Jesus’ in  Nazareth of Galilee

As I watched Him grow and work in His father's shop I could see the thing in Him that were with me

As I walk along the streets and look around I hear the people talk of a child that speaks of wondrous love that’s all forgiving and of a Father in Heaven that’s loving and true.

By Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2013

                                                            Inspired by God 

http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: IV

God made all people
But some better than others?
Stop being silly.


Details | Epic | |

Betch Please, Really

I simply love being me for I am so good at everything step into my city and they will tell you who is King one day when I am hungry I will swallow everything then and only then shall I inherit the stuff I dream even then I promise not to settle for satisfaction at any instant half a second I could spring into full action so go against me? please, you do not even measure up to half of the goodness that I hold tight like my treasure still spreading rumors about me to try and destroy my life can't believe I let myself get beat by a stripper and my self-intended knife try and say I'm gay even though we both know that isn't the truth just ask any woman I been with if they ever needed proof they'll say I was the cream of the crop as they took it all night knowing I just may never stop I own the status of a legend now what you got left to say when I bring it twenty-four seven?


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: VI

The body: sacred
We’re all made in God’s image
Hence... circumcision?


Details | Carpe Diem | |

I

If its money I got its money ill keep. If its money I have its money ill weep. If its love that I give its love ill receive. For I am but no one who just see's beneath. Some say your only as strong as you feel, but how could we change..in a place that's so unreal. People are hearing but..not really hearing. Why is the world so blind. I keep on screaming and screaming and screaming for things to be revolutionized. I am just a small song in a world full of cries, laughter, tears and french-fries.


Details | Free verse | |

THE ANGEL OF INNOCENCE

Kneeling before his holy throne, blessed is she this angel of innocence,
In clarity’s eyes of divine faith, the child of God smiles with devotions
Purity.
With the fullest of hearts love, she sings as soft as the morning dove,
Praising the lords name on the heights divide, amongst the stars,
And light of the first mornings rays, which touch the vast
Everlasting skies of heaven.
Perfections wings to flight, she soars lifted upon spiritual currents
Of prayer and merciful grace.
Extended white feathers of ivory silk are softly kissed by,
 The heavenly fathers spirit, for she is child of light itself
Warmed beneath the glow of the divine shinning of God.
Himself.
Spiritualism gift lives within this angel of mercy, whom
Stands on the righteous side of the Almighty’s right hand,
A blessings promise of the dawning soon to come, of an age
Of enlightenment for mankind.
Oh greatest beauty is glory’s kindred, setting free the
Miracle from the vaults of heaven, a white dove of peace,
Shinning amongst the blackened night vial, exposing the
Diamond stars of the universe, which blinks in wonders 
Amazement at the Lords treasured angel of innocence.
Sing does the Lords heavenly chorus in melodies
Harmony unto the graceful figure of humility for
She is innocence personification of perfection gift
Of love from the power on the most high.
Praising his name, with both hands locked together in
Prayer and faith beyond mortal’s comprehension.
In the light aglow of the everlasting, she does soar,
Waiting for the beckoning voice that calls to her
Inner soul, come my dearest child of innocence
It is time for you to come home, and be embraced
Beneath my wings of divine grace, until the world
Of man is ready for thee.
At the night so fades this angel of the mericiful heeds
The Lords calling, and rests until the eve of her 
Great awakening, then shall mankind open their blind
Eyes at last to behold and know the Lord’s love,
As the angel of innocence soars once more
Amongst the divine stars unto freedom’s passage.
Smiling in faith’s ultimate state of grace.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN






Details | Free verse | |

Never So Gracious

A full moon night to my delight what is so wrong with doing what's right nothing is right after so long no use in complaining time to move on The Dream Water one day might take me away farther from the comfort of familiarity I float on my back then shut my eyes my body now sinking into ocean arms open wide Now swallow your son back to his nature when he is no longer needed to stay here the next generation are dooming themselves they need my experience to guide them through hell Why should I bother on my own, I strive through I turn my back on the thought of bothering to save you alone in this world my, is it spacious I'm finally smiling, never so gracious.


Details | Verse | |

Single Kisses

Focused on you, a wild demons stare
 With a motion it happens
 A emotion flattens
 As you fall beneath a demons glare
 
He notices most things that happen
 Might even pick the clothes you wear
 Believe it or not he really does care
 Knows whats best and helps me get there
 
To perfection the performance blacken when he's scared
 Things fall apart if he's not helping me be prepaired
 Guidence and experience for me his mare
 Sometimes I wonder what it would be like without a demon here
 
He loves positive reactions with greatness and flair
 And how people love me after he dares
 Carefully he holds me through a very small tear
 Me I guess I am getting used to, just hangin round rare 


Details | Free verse | |

Drunk in the City of Angels

Drunk in the lost city,
lost in the vase beauty of the angels
drunk, smoking on park benches.

Freaks, trannys, whores and pimps,
looking at me;
a one of a kind.

No one has ever seen me on the streets of L.A.,
beacause I am a one of a kind,
a gentleman, a drunken buffoon.

I hurl myself at the bars,
and the whores look at me and smile,
and I wave them over, and they come.

40 bucks for a night a good fun,
a night of exotic pleasure,
in the heart of the sleeping angels.

Drunk walking,
two in the morning,
police stop me, sleeping on a park bench.

Warm always warm,
never cold,
the city that is lost.

A city known as the city of angels,
yet how many devils I have counted.
How much evil I have seen,
how much temptation rules in the gutters.

Walking drunk on madness,
in this dirty city,
as I look for a bar before last call.

I find one,
I go in,
order a beer.

I drink with pleasure
I start to write,
I light a cigarette and smoke.

A grey cloud forms around me,
"Last call for alcohol," the barkeep shouts.
I raise my hand, he comes over.

"What will yah have?" he asks,
"Another beer and my check."
On the house, free drinks, on the house.

After a night in the city of angels,
I find myself a cosy park bench,
and fall asleep, dreaming of the angels I had never seen.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Tragic Feather

Oh, tragic feather what is thy tragedy
No longer freedom gay or certian loft
How is this thy new translation
From a majesty, unto a wing thou hath mighty dropped

Were thou thus, shunned, cast away 
Or merely, cut out or off
As limb from downward spiral angel
Perhaps, a troubled finch or insanity in wayward hawk

Lie, if thou must, be it amidst a deafening silence, lonesome soft
But, I plead, please tell me fallen feather, what hath befallen thee
Thy tuft to ne’er evermore touch again
What life should be, warmth of the summer's breeze

Sleep, sleep now 'neath the alley's gutter greys 
Catching Weeping Willows damning drops
Adrift as the drowning lily dying
In seas of the myriad scattered rots

An accomplice I shall say, within a winter's willing white
And alas, buried ordinary in this doth the corpse delight
Far beneath the crowds held at bay and forever lost
Now thou hath become the naked grove of wicker and then...
                                   the more of naked souless crops


Details | Free verse | |

The Maker Of Miracles

I am the maker of miracles a real spiritual man waltzing through shadows as they pull me back in I know I must escape them any way I can I know the way out like the back of my hand It's just me and the maker together, he and I I told you God is in me you just thought I was high talking with the Zeta's they tell me just why everything has an ending and the old me, must die I'm Calm as a bomb in the eyes of a storm they stare upon me as if I've been warned turn me inside out as a goodness is born I wear my battle scars so stars know I'm war torn When the gift of life is freed from inside the fire starts fading then the anger subsides like the great phoenix, I go back in time a miracle is born and now that I'm revived in my new life, I shine.


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A frog like me

When Fancy`s Fairy barefooted runs in the happy green, 
The blond bees dance near honey comb in New Jersey…
One Ocean distance to lie in daily gray and self mercy:
This butterfly lost the way of Brasil Carnival just seen

In virtual  3D in the last movie of the “generation mall”
At the European new poles beyond the old courtain.
The goldfish .jpg ,pdf , new prezi in chatrooms mentain
Virtual people looking for exotic food, forgot the call.

Beyond pictures.jpg, new projects.prezi kept in leptop,
Postmodern hermeneutics of love lost the compass
And compassion in this aquarium whose ocean may pass 
All in those proclaimed Mayas last days ,they will  stop.

Staying on the large yellow water lily, a frog like me
Is fascinated by the ocean of your eyes and their swords.
 I Goggle out at the little crumbs of bread and words
As thrown by the good visitors of the small lake free.
 
“Your bread is dry and dull: You are not good for Soup!”
I wanted to share the dinner with my noble neighbor:
A reddish tortoise stopped near my poetical harbor.
I know. I know I don`t live in Galapagos with your group.

Defiant white and red beets wait on the table` bands;
Horse radishes with invisible pricking javelin, vinegar,
Turkey, salad decorated with sweet basil, potatoes eager.
Family, Trinity, prayers, smiles, candles shaking hands.


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An angel came

An angel came!

Nights in black and white,
My mind keeps drifting from side to side.

Wondering in my mind about the voice I heard,
At my bedside an angel came.

"Be patient," The voice said;
I heard it so clear, yet so discreet.

To hear a strange voice whisper into my ear,
It made me scared, and it made me fear.

Fear from God who heard my cry,
Begging for mercy, to save a child.

Praying to all angels to keep her safe
The mother of my children, my soul mate.

This is a sign for me to know,
That God is with me, and I am not alone.

Thank you God for this sign you gave me,
To remind me that there is a God up there
and to be patient.
 
I’ll keep my faith every time I'm down,
With my forehead touching the ground.


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Master on Character -1-

We should love our neighbours as we
love our God,
We should not hate any one for this is
the advice of our Lord:
We should live in solitude
And bring happiness to the unfortunate
and livelihood!
We should be courageous and forgiving
We should be loving and merciful.
We should sacrifice our greed,
Which makes us perform selfish deeds-
We should avoid harming living beings
And also avoid eating at wrong times-
Such is a path which leads to good character;
Character leads to personality and
Brings happiness and success later.


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The Angel I Knew

The Angel I Knew


Skin so fair like snow as no comparison
With hair so wild and eyes which shows,
somewhat sad and yet fear-ish glow. 
How long do you plan to keep me
by your side?
Under you spell by sound of voice,I fall 
to my knees for you.Batter,broken and scared
Yet even betrayed I'll stay by your side loyal
and proud foremost happy. As I stand by your
Side I look into your eyes.
The turning leaves rain upon your head.
The worse be I captivated by you.With your 
Snowy white skin
Wild hair and twilighted eyes
You spread your angelica wings,you took off leaving me
But with beautiful memories,So that I never forget
Well see each other again.
But for now 
Your The Angel I once Knew


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The Settlement of the Four Ligures

The stones slipped through the great fingertips of God
Each ligure staked its existence on the four corners of the universe
The quadrivial region began to spin and pull into a sphere
And pathways revealed their footholds 

The fourth ligure bravely landed in the midst of history
So that one day the future settlement of the second 
Would be moved by the last—by the past
Suffering much it stayed
Manifesting in incandescent words
Thrusting evanescence upon the weak
Selfless, it's sorrow would move the merriest
Would move the unmovable

The third lies in the profound valley of mystical guardians
Star-recruited, they are the very light above the canvas of gray
They embrace the stone—are inspired by the stone  
The very reflection of their creator was evident
Upon their unremitting glimmers
Unafraid to stare the others down
Motivated and construed by the glower of death
Eyes move fixedly beyond the simple vast

The second ligure rested upon the shoulders of invisible martyrs 
The hopeful power it planted on the sufferers was unbelievable
For spectators used their disbelief to cover their ever-placed envy
They never were part of the battle—they merely watched
Always seeing truth
But they never quite absorbed
Like a rock hitting the water
The inevitable fate was to fly and sink

The first of the ligures settled in the very reservoir of Satan himself
Even the very heart of the devil is marked
Though rebellion embarked  
The cold stone landed upon his naked bosom
He despaired not to the pericopal truth the gods had bestowed upon him
He merely despised it
But wished not to lose it
For such a stone to fall upon that dark corner—he felt pride for the gracious wound

In truth, there are twelve ligures of stone 
And four were dispersed, dropped into the universe
The last eight the great Eternal wears upon his breastplate 
And only He can re-move these ligures

-July 20, 2013-
-For Shadow Himilton's Any Subject Contest-
-Thanks for the inspiration-


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Rejection in Love

I never hide anything from you,
Told you nearly everything about me,
Just wanted your appreciation,
Instead my angel why gave me rejection.

Just like a kid cry for toys,
Just like a poet cries when being rejected by publishers,
Just like parents cry for their children’s pain,
More then just like that, I cry and cried for you.

My angel now I can’t eat,
I can’t even drink properly,
Days and nights are passing,
But still I am in love and thinking of you.

Please come back,
I will be always yours,
Just give me one chance to prove myself,
Why you have rejected me without giving any chance.

You are so pretty my angel,
But let me tell you something,
I would have still loved you,
If you were not that pretty.


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spectacles

Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common
i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her hair and the frailty of man upon her back is what she bares
bleed her body for the harvest let them feast upon her soul for the nurishment of mother is leaps beyond so bold
she is like the flower growing in the deepest of dark forests,amongst the ivy and hemlock but her skin is much too porous
to concern herself with games that tantalize the men, as they marry on crusade it is her children that she tends
sheath your swords with her ambition and tip your arrows with her will, craft your armour from her strength and in the battle you will kill
come now children from the pasture and lay each upon her side, suckle gently at your mother although theirs pain she does not hide
though the water leaks from rooftops her leaves are thick and block the rain, as the water level rises cling to her branches with no shame
she is the stone upon the beach, once a mountain pound and breached
yet still her disposition clear to love her children that are near

inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954


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Gunfighter's walk


Dark angel of heartbeating pound,
sixth sense of premonition glide,
akin his ways and deeds abound,
steel spurs transmit the spell around,
Smith-Wesson guns - the tombs on ground,
companions faithful by his side,
Dark angel of heartbeating pound,
sixth sense of premonition glide.

Meanwhile he walks, one small detail,
may be enough to draw his stare,
unsound the randomness can't fail,
guns fire on the dusted  trail,
the spurs' there jingle - lives curtail;
the dames in gowns round-eyed will glare,
Meanwhile he walks one small detail,
may be enough to draw his stare.

At deathwalk's noon, with light increased,
the onslaught slugs will serve the cause,
hands flash and men attend Death's feast,
(but all gunfighters don't believe,
that once will be among deceased);
atrocious are the drawing laws,
At deathwalk's noon, with light increased,
the onslaught slugs will serve the cause.

Gunfighter's walk on dust, midday,
where forty fours with fire bloom
his eyes embroil each detail,
a draw of bluff on deathly trail,
shall meet the sixes' bet twin play,
black suit, gun belt, gunpowder's boom;
Gunfighter's walk on dust, midday,
where forty fours with fire bloom.

© G. Venetopoulos, 01-05-2013, All rights reserved 
(Ballad in the form of a Triolet with altered the 4th line.)


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An Angel

An angel did befriend us, on earth, before one Christmas day.
Some say she was a comet, some say she was a star.
I say she was a gift from God, here to light our way.
She was a thing of beauty that shone across the land.
Leading to a humble manger, found in Bethlehem.

And what could be so important, for her to come our way?
A savior to our lands, and yes, our hearts and souls…
Triumphantly born on Christmas Day.
That day he was born the heavens truly did rejoice.
And she, a glorious light, continued to beacon forth God’s love.

Such an important part, that angel was given on that day.
She was a beacon to our hearts and the gifts of love… 
Guiding the Wise Men and shepherds endlessly along their way.
Thru her we learned lessons, such as: patience, hope, and how to give…
And yes, she led us to the Wondrous Man, who taught us how to live…


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Mortals Bleed

Heaven wept for the evil corrupt deed,
Sacred tears course as fragile mortals bleed.
20 precious cherubs lined up to await,
To enter the hallowed pearly gate.

Six other sweet angels trail behind,
Heaven-bound prematurely aligned.
What festers in the heart of a disturbed man,
Evil embeds afore time since began.

No dispute can express sorrow's convey,
Immoral deeds conspired while children at play.
God will make an act known to this man,
Awareness within a heart of bloodstained hand.

The guilt and remorse he'll suffer tenfold,
Overflowed with disgrace his soul has been sold.
It's most easy to condemn a disquieted man,
For the many lives slain at his hand.

But stop to ponder this ignoble shooter's plight,
In his psyche something was just not right.
Yes cherished mortals have left this plane,
Now residing in heaven's holy domain.

But soon families reunite in a divine place,
To once again touch their angelic beloved face.
Grief for the dead will never be shorn,
Embittered hearts thus infinitely mourn.


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Affliction

The darkness of light impossible to see the pain and the lies always damaging you reach and get burned not understanding this is my disease nature of the beast Suddenly my light is taken away my darkness was revealed taking me as slave when all I ever wanted was for someone to say please stop, for me or enter an early grave Now face to face with all of my demons how can I fight them if I don't want to beat them until the reason arrives, then I shine a little at first but that small thing, is mine The den of ten thieves come up with a plan a whole set of new lies that every single man cannot resist believing it's seeming to be that a horrific ending is just what I need Then all of the sudden my small shine swallows time and with that virtue my face comes to life I would never hurt you please, know this to be yet no one believes me this curse grows like a tree I hate my helpless fate why can't I make a new life for me that no one can take why can't I escape a prison not for me for years I accept this tired sense of defeat The small shine barely intact, inside until Saint Anger starts to burn me, alive I find I'm set off by my wrong, senseless self until I am talking to no one, in Hell So I pick up my pen power to create a new world for me where I design my escape in my invisible state the Devil don't notice that one of his children is no longer hopeless I stop all my madness by power of pen for years my sword drew nothing but sin the yin and the yang both helped me to find that I'm no longer afflicted when darkness lights my bright shine.


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Did You Win

 Use it against them. Im still in my, I can see the double dream happening. Everyone is happy because they want u to leave them alone. Yout inner soul is your GPS, but again it gets to the point where you want more so you are chasing a high a feeling of no problems and no worrying of anything. Chasing hi= utopia land of good feelings. 
Everyone keeps saying, well i could have, i could have but i didnt do it. Quit talking about it. There is a war in my brain telling me to stop but continue its slow brute war continously fighting. I see from the outside now. This place is a large trap waiting to bring you inside. Night Brings Creature comforts, nice women nice weather, everyone is happy but it is a trap. You are stuck in this world or really not having it but oh so close. Tomorrow or the next day. It will happen, they continue to say but when no results come, it is always you know i could have if i wanted to but i didnt. Walking down an Endless road. Everday feels as if it was groundhog day. Ek is very confused on why Ek has a bruise. OPening a door at the house, fighting another guy,and football are the options. What is really the truth? Are you living a continous ground hog day and memory dump? It is just so weird, I want out or do I? Ek can not keep the words from flowing out of the mouth. Operation is compromised. It was done to make the appearance seem what it is not but it is killings in the long run. I have to stop it from leaking out. As my head reads the screen from left to right, my body becomes glued to the seat and I cant move. Time races and the meter runs up. Concentrating hard as the words begin to flow more and more, time continues to fly and I cant focus anymore. I can still see the sweat rolling down my face. EK turned on the faucet. Words pour out tlike water as people are left to die from thirst. Millions of gallons of water has not leaked out but with time a million will seem like 2 dollars. I am beginning to wonder why I can not move. My feet are submerged, my knees now. I keep reading. The Night Bringing Creature comforts begin to listen harder to Ek and everything that comes out quenches their thirst. Ek is blinded by the bright faces seen. What Ek cant see is the mirror held in front of the Night Bringing Creature comforts. mirrors hide their true identity and reflects something else. The water is up to my chest now. I see I can leave and I do. As I'm outside, I look in to see Ek has ran out of water. He knows. He prays.


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Her Final Words

"No." She whispered before drowning into her sorrows.
Her life had been a simple happy one. 
There were no pains and no troubles.
Life was life and people were people.
Life was simple.
and life was all about tomorrows.
Life didn't know about sorrows.
Her sorrows.
Those same sorrows that she drowned in never existed. 
They were never there, but where?
First to be sad in the naive town of joy.
Sorrow became contagious and what was known as happiness no longer was there.
It was non-exististent. 
A meager thought 
and a blessed memory.
She tried and tried.
She failed and failed.
Life was no longer hers.
For Pain was her only possession.
Her curse.
She lived and she died.
Yet, her legacy was passed on.
Never was it gone.
"No." She whispered before drowning in her sorrows, 
"Save them."


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Angel Clouds

~*~Angel Clouds~*~

Angel clouds all around
Everywhere they are proclaiming the glory of our King!
Trumpets, lions, and angels heralding!
Every single cloud a masterpiece calling out to the world 
That the Messiah is soon to arrive on the scene.
Are you ready? Are you ready to see Jesus in His fullest glory?
The angels are standing their posts and entertaining themselves
Through their God-given creativity.
Likened to children building sandcastles along the edge of a mighty ocean
They are sculpting and creating images to bring glory to their King!
The next time you look up and see an image of our Savior remember 
The children of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob.
The angels made clouds for them too as they traversed the wilderness
For 40 long years.
The angels entertained them with their gifts of creativity and gave them a focal
point too!
Look up, children of the most high God. Look up and see the splendors of his 
mighty angelic army.
They are doing their part to cheer on the Bride of Christ too!

Gwendolen Rix 
8-14-14

I dedicate this poem to my very dear friend, Andrea Dietrich, who is one of my 
favorite poets of all time! This poem is written in response to the many 
supernatural sightings around the world of magnificent shaped clouds created 
in their fullest glory to honor the soon arrival of Jesus Christ to collect his 
Bride! The rapture of the church of Jesus Christ is at hand. Repent and be 
ready or be prepared to endure the most difficult time this planet has ever 
experienced. These are the events written of in the book of Acts 2:19.


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Upper Hand

Free will and choice, we think we know,
the high road calls our name.
But man's destruction arises low
in a part we just can't tame.

And evil's there, in quiet repose,
we rap it's hollow door.
And here we sit for what we chose
as they tally the final score.

Of all the battles we fought within,
none matter but the last.
An epic struggle set to begin
from which our destiny is cast.

In the afterlife of death's staid pale,
too late to take a stand,
will eternity be in heaven or hell?
We must await the upper hand.


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Beauty Devil

You ask for a perfect girl now your in fear. 
Men constantly calling at her you cannot bear. 
You keep watching her every step as if if she is a prey, 
Because her body is perfect and you think she might stray. 
She has a mind of her own, one that you cannot control. 
Every second you call and check up like some alarm patrol.
But in fact>
She a beauty devil. 

Why didn't you listen to me???
Now your conscience cannot be free.
Don't love her because she is a cutey. 
Don't be fooled because of her beauty. 
Look what is inside, look at her heart. 
If you don't you will be hurt and eventually be torn apart. 
Now your broke and she need fresh meat. 
Don't continue this fight just accept defeat. 
A vampire she is,not caring about the weak.
I guess>
She is a beauty devil.

She loved you for status your glory, your fame. 
In this world this is just apart of the game. 
Even tho that has happen don't call her a witch or a *****. 
And make sure u don't even think about switch. 
Life is a game, u must play safe. 
It might just be because>
She is a beauty devil. 

Your my friend like chucky we go to the end. 
What did u expect, every road has it bend. 
Just learn from your mistakes. 
and i hope positive changes this will make. Don't put all the blame on women that's wrong! 
Look and learn; yeah the journey may seem long.
But u will find her. Remember look out for>
The Beauty Devil.

RYO"""


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Angel

                                                                   Angel

From a distance the sound of feathers 
A whole host of words often whispered
As if you haven't already heard his saving message
In bitter silence we slowly become unshackled
From this lying bitter place of cold ego's
Then angel spreads her wings out on windows peak
She then keeps silent from inside her swell;
At its cold whispers haunting to dwell
Many keep to themselves not wanting to be alone
Then a cold chill sends a rage down my spine tingling like off the vine
In time the sun heats up out on waters edge devides
Many a demon would so often run away & hide
Angels totally surrenders out on its night scene
A brandished web of forbidden design,
For some the angel would lie in wait to deceive
In triumphant sounds of musical magestic beings light the scene
We our still here to help egnite its flame
While the entire world outside lies helplessly insane
Out on its playing field some have no game,

When our generation dies so does the other,
The angel of darkness will seek to inhabit its light
Shackled from a memory on a certain quest nor plight


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Simply Unforgetable

Lol here i go writing another big ass letter today. Gosh seeing you for those 15 min or wat ever is now making my heart sing. you have no idea how much i am happy right now.
Pending
you cant even imagine how happy i am right now. I GOT TO SEE MY ANGEL AGAIN.
Pending
gosh looking into your eyes was a nicest trip i ever taking. even on drugs i didnt have that big of a high as i got after seeing you.
Pending
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUK! i am so FUKIN happy you can't even FUKIN imagine. lol. i wanna hear your voice so bad again. just to boost my high right now. lol. DAMN i think my heart is gonna stop right now of how happy i am right now that i saw an angel like you today.
Pending
Gosh no one ever made me as happy as i am right now as you. Damn i wanna see you so much right now. So how do you expect for me to live with just me. MUAH i love you baby.


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INTO THE LIGHT

                                 IN PEACE AND HARMONY
                               CHOIR OF ANGELS;
                                REACH, SING, BE HEARED,
                                   TO LISTEN, LOOK AROUND,
                                 WITHIN THEIR VOICES,SLOW DOWN.
                                  AMONG THE CHOIR ANGELS SINGING,
                                   ALL AROUND SINGING OUT ETERNITY,
                                         IS IT YOUR TIME TO STAND SING TO  ETERNITY.
                                                 






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Come Back My Angel.....

I see in you the angel that you make of me...
I can keep close to you, yet never see.
You entered into my life like a morning sun,
You promised your life to me in the long run...
And now you'll leave me back all alone;
Like you were the sun which never shone?
Spare me my life, my heart, that's with you;
Give me back my angel, cannot live with an angel new...


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Sicklied Breezes

Here comes that familiar breeze again Emptied of hope, it always returns to refill Some other abandoned soul A soul that delves deep into my own, Drifting in an almost shameful stance Festered ignorance, time, and thought Resting under the wing of frightened hope It is cool, like any ordinary breeze It pleases all that feel it, save I For I know it longs to take all that I have In one…single… swoosh You overlooked demon! Why are you so gentle? Why must you manifest in sorrow and woe? Sleeping in the convent of my soul As others praise you and thank you You take me under tow Forever more, lost in this sicklied growth With a silent tune of rests within notes I remain where the breath is taken I remain your host The breeze grows painstakingly warm Filling all with passions unfolding Each soul finds its home Leaving me alone with a soul untold Always awake and crawling… and screaming Bold, all-knowing and thoughtless Wingless, tainted…filled with dread It is warm and hated by all that behold it And I grasp it, and hate it, and LOVE IT For it takes nothing and gives me all In multitudinous shrouds Beloved angel—why do you burn me so… Leading me into your sick embraces As others curse to your face You forever release in me A despairing freedom that I know longer wish for The melody caught—no room to breathe Harmony caked with ignorance does seethe For all no longer see… I was always the caller


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In the Wind with the Molecules

time ticks, what does life do? people say go with the flow but look at their lives and make your decision. choose a path a fly it true, never settle for less and by less i mean the amount that is more than you have. sing it clean and sing it fly. nevertheless do i seek new paths. was that a question or was that a statement? ask yourself, you have been waiting patiently. dont look to things for answers because you will be fooled by imitations. things that not need be named are nameless or did someone who isnt me just make that up. i heard from a wise man that  a flower bloomed in a dark room, did you believe him? Still unaware of the time and now im late for an appointment that jumped starts my career but im wasted with the fellas in the street. No money in my pocket, no paper in my stash, ok fellas i gotta make a dash.


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Hanging by a String

Hanging by a String
By Kevin Robey
November 9, 2013

I’ve been holding on for too long
To the branches of our hearts
The connection still feeling strong
But I know it’s gone and we’re apart

Saw you yesterday, two pillows on your bed
Runaway my mind, just let it sail away
In and out my head with all the things you said
The voices up above tell me what to say

Back and forth through these tireless crimes
Flashing every time I see your fading smile
Just let me go, I’ll forget you over time
Stop looking for me in every store aisle

In the places we both know
I can feel you next to me
But I’m too proud to let it show
It hurts that you’re replacing me

So while I'm hanging by a string
Don’t tell me your emergencies
Forget the lies that gave me wings
The branches break, I’ll falling free

*listening to*
["voices on a string" by Thursday]


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Mio Angelo

Your eyes shine and spakle and thy withered eyes do wake.
Wonder, page me up from the heavens unto you and I sit in waiting for thee.
Come onto me my angel.
Even though I do not deserve what you have to give.
Even though do I pale in comparitive view.

Oh, how do you think so highly,
Want so badly..
Something so desolate and broken?
Wonder, mend thy heart when all was shattered.
Even though I need it now and could not live without.
Even though what is now my heart would surely stop.

The Angel take my hand in the wind.
Under his breath he does say "You will be saved"
Wonder, my angel never lies for truth be told.
Even though I only get by in the threshhold of thee's words.
Even though rarely I demine his thoughts and never question his genuineness.

Thriving under the wings of the angel, my gaze flickers once,
To thy truimphant face of my hero.
Wonder, there it stays and shall remain immobile and frozen.
Even though I so stubbornly accustome myself to self preservation.
Even though it was once seemingly impossible to carry on.

Love emerge at first cautious and then in vain, finally absolute, timid nevermore.
Birth of new hope when was once dead, then numb.
Wonder, encase thee with thy adoring company.
Even though I understand what this means.
Even though the youth in us is overbearing, ignorance is not as blissfully blind as is feeling.


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Lifes Trial and Tribulations

Walking down the hallway,
Seeing all the doorways,
And all the choices in one's life,
Making it difficult to choose,
The right room from all the others,
Bringing you the wisdom and truth,
From all the imperfections that are within us all,
Which sometimes makes us crawl,
On our hands and knees,
To discover what is right and survive,
In life as long as we can accept,
What life brings us all in our hearts,
Which we patiently accept all the pleasures,
And sacrifice much in our lives,
Which makes us correct our flaws,
Which is a big struggle,
Till we can open our eyes,
And see what we have to believe in,
Is greater than our lives can ever be,
Cause God created us all,
But the choices we make are ours to make,
To find the happiness,
But finding Him and believing in Him,
Is ours to be found and kept,
To find true happiness in our lives.


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The Troll Bridge

The Troll Bridge is located in the middle of no where
And if I tell you where it is don't you ever go there

The Troll is a Rock by a tree
With evil spirits he is full of deception.

He watches over all travlers
He chooses and picks his unaware victims very wisely

Whenever it rains he sometimes turns into a walking Dog
That talks to unwary people in the night

Then tricking there souls and keeps them under the bridge
For all eternity

The wind blows on the eve before the hayride
He prepares a place in his heart for the children

He says "this year im really gonna get them"
Now here comes an angel from heaven

He quickly turns back into a rock
The angel sits on it and says listen

"Right now i sit on you 
but my next words are fixing to crush you"

Now get up and turn into that Dog again.
And walk away from this place and never return.

I will free all the spirits you have captured
And you'll know I'll always stay after your ass


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Mi Angel '' JA STYLE ''

Pon mi soft whisper satin                                      
Pillow, A voice, golden wing
Spread, Heavens Open, Jahhhh;
Jamaican Style, mi angel mi adore
Yah beauty, fi mi heart a fi yah....

English INTERPITATION:

On my soft whisper satin pillow,
A voice and golden wings spread,
Heavens jahhhhh; JAMACIAN STYLE
My angel I adore your beauty, my 
Heart is yours......


Written by:
Carma= sweet n' sour and
Richard Palmer


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Euphorianah

The sapphire-dust sun of what-were dreams
Swallow the scene, setting In the forsaken east
All I see, all I know fades into the reaper's monotone grey 
Death come near me, by my only choice 
My wintry desperation subdued, clings to they silent voice
The dusk reveals my truest nature before her blank argentine eyes
Life; the darkest of all tragedies, Romances' malady
Let me feel your breath in this frozen air
Your pulse shorter than ever
Despair's void grows inside me
Without, you I will live no longer

Forever with me you will stay
The darkness caressing means as I lay by thy grave 
Hatred no longer exits
Come back to me
Euphorianah

My Angel, why did you fly so far away
My Angel, let just one feather stay
My Angel has flown away

The winterwinds' tears fall on me
With whispers of you, someone I once knew
No matter in a dream or reality
Sweet tranquillity, stay with me
Calming the fears within
But the pain remains

The silvemoon's fears shine on you
Thine eyes search for mine
Oh how they shine, so deathly blue
If sacrifice needs a price
The dagger shows-
Heaven is calling us tonight

Forever with me you will stay
The darkness caressing means as I lay by thy grave 
Hatred no longer exits
Come back to me
Euphorianah

My Angel, why did you fly so far away
My Angel, let just one feather stay
My Angel has flown away

Covered in shadowy illusions 
Shall we dance?
Death will be lie dominion
You are my only queen
Euphorianah

Forever with me you will stay
The darkness caressing means as I lay by thy grave 
Hatred no longer exits
Come back to me
Euphorianah

My Angel, why did you fly so far away
My Angel, let just one feather stay
My Angel has flown away

Just let me die
If I cannot see
Euphorianah 
This night 


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Thank You

What i feel inside for you is unexplainable,
you are just that type of angel that can turn my life around.
When i met you, and looked into your green eyes,
I knew that i would fall in love with you and be the best of friends. 

Talking to you every night and seeing your smile, brings a joy to my heart,
I have never been so happy in my whole life as i am when i am with you.
Every morning i wake and see your text in my phone i smile,
than wen i hear your voice, my soul begins to sing. 

You are just the most best friend i can ever ask for,
I love you so much that i feel like i am about to explode. 
Honest to God i have never felt this way before,
I don't ever want to lose my angel named Esther.


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God's Life lesson (Holy War)

God's life lesson
found in his reflection
that he created in his image
was to learn never to discard or disregard the importance
or love he had for any of his creation
but to improve on them in every way
the meaning of life
love
fate
time
destiny
mankind
and life itself

He did this to surprise himself
and enjoy humbling himself for his creations
a planet and a heaven that does so for him

Living an everlasting life
where that he was the first to live
and the last to die
This lesson had to be learned prior to allowing his creations
to be by his side in eternal life

The meaning of life
and the angel of death
helped him learn what he needed to discover
to become flawless at this

The meaning of life
surrendered to a task of living a lie
becoming a false prophet whom would eventually sort this out
ask god for forgiveness
for being carried away in his selfrighteous lies and denial
of being loved by his creator
being a non believer of his maker
who had created something god placed above himself
god chose to forget himself
so this life lesson would be easier for him to realise

Thus god was inevitably going to be succesful
in this demonstation of forgiveness upon his creations and himself
to understand his new awareness
of a plan that he had for himself
to achieve a higher experience of eternal love

The meaning of life living a lie
to keep the everyone in blissful ignorance
of god's temporary weakness
and that was when the angel of death took part in helping god learn
by making the meaning of life's lie an unpleasant experience for everyone

The meaning of life then humbled himself
to the realisation
by being recognised as a team player a part of god's divine plan
by this truth recognised he would be healed
and the fact of who he did it for
god would know it was his brother's turn
to be released from the chains
of taking upon the metaphor or personification of murder
whom life itself was metaphorically married to

god's life lesson to learn from himself
his love and his creations to achieve the biggest miracle of love
one that would be never ending just continually improved on
as suggested by father time


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A PIECE TO MY LOVE

Everyday I wake up and ask myself
am I going to be of any help
foolish fears and doubts took my heart away 
for so long I have wondered when you'll come my way
in my heart I knew you will surely come 
I just didn't know when or where 
am so sure love was never far from here
little did they know it will lead us somewhere 
without a shadow of doubt I knew 
deep down inside of me I knew 
because your love has made my life brand new
whenever I think about the few times we've shared 
all I remember are those sweet words you've said
though love is not just a word to say
and it's neither a game to play 
love doesn't start in April and end in May 
love is yesterday, tomorrow and today.


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God's Kind Of Poetry Over Lunch

            God’s Kind Of Poetry Over Lunch

It starts off like a molecule but much smaller
God goes on vacation in that deep ocean there within
It takes centuries at great speeds to find the place
To locate the center of supernatural nutrition
When He arrives, lunch is prepared and waiting 
He leaves scientists and artists up above with love
On Earth as His replacements
While He takes some time
Dines in high majestic fashion
Trusts us to carry on with His creation
And poets are left behind to find their lines and inspiration
Without a care in His Divine, creative intervention
Atoms are His favorite things to eat
The ones with charm and magnetic delicious emissions
He saves diamond elements for later
The small shiny ones, for forever afternoons to savor
And never needs a spoon to find positions of His food
Circling in orbit in their own electron or electric heavens
He snacks on them in a dawn song of soup and coffee
With angels in the molecules
The minuscule zone is full of holes.  (Some are holy) 
Moving through old, new, original particles much smaller
Where creation begins along with salted matter
When He returns, He offers poets some special crackers
And some lines, preserved over time, that they forgot

                    Created on 9/20/14 for God’s Kind Of Poetry Contest


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The Rose

bullets, and hearts
lifeless bodies piled in carts
a lonlely mortition chewing over sweet tarts,
ironic, bitter sweet
blood can boil if you can bring the heat
and the dead can move, provided with a heart beat
black roses on my grave
mourn my loss on this day
blood dripping from my heart every which way
injured, batterd, buised and tattered 
you destroyed it all like it never even mattered 
falling roses in the sky
drops of blood spatter my eye
i told you i would love you until i die
my word is true, i was nobody until i found you
but you dont love me do you
bloody petals on the floor
you say nothing because you love me no more 
heart beat stops
face flops
knees weak and my body drops
exctacsy to heartbreak 
fearless too forsake
death is welcome but never comes
your the woman to seduce, but never succumbs 
to entrap but never loves 
it makes no sence like poisonous doves
looks to thrill 
designed to kill 
you say that you wont but i know that you will
your heart constricts mine till it lays still
your auburn eyes can paralyze
your intoxicating presence washes over me like the tides 
lips so beautiful, do they speak nothing but lies?
so seductive you hold my heart as it dies
cunning and deceptive crocodile tears instigate angel cries 
the personification of beauty 
the face of an angel 
the heart of the devil
your siren song, sang to my heart sweet and long 
draws me in, i cant resist for it is too strong
i want you to love me
to breath me
im writhing 
and seething 
seeking
and weeping
thinking as im dreaming
on what my dependence on you is meaning
i want to hate you but your part of my being
and now i am seeing
that i must catch the falling rose in the wind
present it to you, and steal your heart then
The blood on the petals are angel tears
for the fallen angel has realised her fears
she has fallen for a mortal 
a boy
who was nothing more than a toy
being played to her ploy
and she takes this defeat with joy
the blackest heart has been turned pure
fallen angel fell for my lure 
my arrow aimed at her heart oh so sure
and she is mine.... forever more


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IT WAS MY RESURRECTION TOO: (part 2) just sit on it

Mary Magdeline and Mary the mother of Jesus the Christ
went to the tomb was Jesus was laid after the sacrifice
it was a risky venture but they felt a powerful need
to go forth to give Jesus a proper burial with God-speed

the Roman soldiers were standing about to guard the grave site
so that none could steal the body of Jesus in the still of the night
but when both Marys reached the tomb they saw that the stone had been rolled away
and sitting upon it was an Angel of the Lord and to them It did say
wearing raiment white as snow It said to them "to have no fear"
for the One you seek has arisen and His body is no longer here

no longer was Jesus in that tomb which was His enemies' place of defeat
no stone blocking the entrance that would have made His destruction complete
Jesus would not be shut in nor His people to be shut out
an Angel of the Lord sitting on that stone which had cried out

in order to demonstrate dominion over anything in this life
you need to just sit on it and then claim it in the name of Christ
to eradicate the pain, to exterminate the anger, to eliminate the bitterness
to extinguish the hate we need to sit on it in the name of righteousness
so put all those negative things in life under your feet
dominion over all of it the next phase to go out and meet

it was my resurrection too on that day when Jesus arose
it was my resurrection too on that day it was Him I chose
His resurrection power now resides inside of me
His resurrection power has secured my destiny
arisen from the dead and now sitting at the right hand of God
dominion over everything with a righteousness of heart

God rolling away the stones in my life that have tried to hinder and defeat
God rolling away the obstacles in preparation for my journey to be complete
it was my resurrection too, a new life I have been given
it was my resurrection too and by the power of His blood I'm now driven
God rolling away the stones and all those negative things in my life
just sitting on them with dominion and the blessings of my Lord Jesus Christ


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SOS part 3: Priceless Treasure

Ohhh…see right through my pain – regret & shame slits me like a knife, shaking 
in the hands of a cutter – I’m trying to look on the brighter side of life, but I 
am blind and I am feeling left behind…ooh I’m trying to leave behind the past if 
you don’t mind
Shame embraced me, never leaving my presence – I’ve been driven insane by 
Depression and Anxiety…I’ve lived through so much stress and distress, yet 
I’m still surviving & I’m still thriving to be positive and to have a happier frame 
of mind (someday, I won’t be blind…I’ll be shimmering anew like priceless 
treasure – God has given me His miracles and talents of plenty…to me & you, 
He has been so kind)

Soar in the ebony sky with me, darling child of His…we’re having a lot of fun
Understand that you and I will fly and sing in unison
I saw your velvet wings take flight and I will never forget that moment
Come on, come on – show me the way that we should go, so that we will be 
forever content 
Isolated by the world and its chaos and commotions
Dare to wonder why we are considered the lights of the world? How can we 
wash away our waves of emotions?
Easy answer – I can tell by your echoing empathy that you are God’s Faithful 
Child and YOU are overflowing with bliss and hopefulness – I love your 
splendid, flawless qualities that has been passed down to you by the Lord of 
Accord Himself! I can’t express my utter happiness and satisfaction right this 
second, but please – be by my side, angel that embraces fervor-flourishing 
flight – you are such a sundrenched sight…shining bright with all of its might 
tonight 

Save me – I used to have suicidal ideations in my mind…watch over me, Lord of 
Accord…I can’t find the light in goodbye, so let me say before I go – I love you 
so, friend of mine – let me unwind for a little while and give me some space if 
you can be so kind…sit with me on the ground…I’ve been feeling lonely and lost 
in a multitude
Ohhh…see right through my pain – regret & shame slits me like a knife, shaking 
in the hands of a cutter – I’m trying to look on the brighter side of life, but I 
am blind and I am feeling left behind…ooh I’m trying to leave behind the past if 
you don’t mind – for the meantime, I’m gravity-bound; however, I’m trying to 
maintain the attitude of gratitude
Shame embraced me, never leaving my presence – I’ve been driven insane by 
Depression and Anxiety…I’ve lived through so much stress and distress, yet 
I’m still surviving & I’m still thriving to be positive and to have a happier frame 
of mind (someday, I will be priceless treasure, destined to be found – I don’t 
want to ever feel ashamed and nude)


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My Love for a White Girl

When I fall in love with a white girl, I won't flee; I'll know what I'm doing. My love for
a white girl is so powerful, so strong, it makes me wanting to get more of them. A white
girl's beauty is blooming like a dozen of red, yellow, white, and pink roses, especially
by day and by night. She's the sun that shines daylight, the moon that rises at night, and
my shining star. Not only is this beautiful white girl very attractive, she's also
awesome, she's nice, kind, and not judgmental, at all. A white girl is the angel of life
and she's the best thing that has ever happened to me. When I look into her eyes (brown,
olive green, ocean blue, or hazel) they shine like a pair of expensive gems worth $80,000.
And when I see a white girl's smile, it's like an attractive angel is smiling down on me.
Whether she's either short or tall and blonde or brunette, a white girl's still beautiful
inside and out. But I can tell that this white girl is really angry. I can also tell that
she's crying inside and out. The only reason why I care about a white girl's well-being is
because I don't want her to go through all of the pain and suffering. With that much
beauty in a real white/Caucasian girl, not only would I not want her beauty and love to go
to waste, I don't want to take her for granted, either. The reason why I'm in love with a white girl
because she's beautiful, she's smart, and I love her. If this white girl had a nicer,
gentle black guy like me in her life, she wouldn't have to worry about anymore drama that's going on
in her life. And if we become boyfriend and girlfriend in the near future, things will
never be the same.


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Meadow Mellodrama

You always need to have the last word Eve,
what you fail to realize like a storm with no form
is that sometimes the first word has more meaning than the last,
as the first step begins the journey
where the last step achieves the applause,
you say I'm wrong about everything,
I say you're right about nothing,

Father warned me of your impervious innocence
being a defense for owning the backlash of judgement 
the backdraft of your ego's firestorm has injured us both,
a whiplash that I feel in the arch of my wings,
you tell me, " I killed the Snake ",
a Princess of wrath, a child on the cusp of Lake Lonesome,
for love's sake woman pulverize your prize
with eyes enthussiastic for our future so fantastic,

I was always so fond of how you're perfectly prepared for battle,
no Poet Warrior would I choose over the war drums you use,
this nonsense of how, " I don't speak up " has got me angered up Luv,
I've got three arrowheads inked on my bicep 
counting the foes flung to Father's fire for you,
but still you wanna fret for another rampage rep,
I wanted to take joy from watching you crunch the coward,
to not intercept you from winning your own war
prideful in knowin that you weren't rattled by the scream of battle,

And don't preach to me about secrets in sullen seas,
I delivered my grief straight to your trophied floor,
your mansion has many doors, countless scores,
but you are no menace of mischief to me Eve,
rather, you are the only Angel I've ever adored
I would slay eagles just to have you write songs of our love's might,

I'm gonna go build a home for us
on that ridge called Heaven's Bridge,
go and make us some clothes
from our captured game, and ponder the roots of our argument's throes,
I love you more now than ever before -

By Poet - Adam/J.A.B.


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The Angel of Life

If I were to go to heaven while sleeping, I'd be talking to and dancing with angels. If it
was a bleach-blonde white girl, a beautiful Hispanic girl, and/or an attractive Asian
girl, she could be my beautiful angel. The angel of life is a beautiful girl that allows a
human being to live for a long time. If the angel of life was a beautiful white girl, then
I'd stay in heaven with her for as long as I want. What the afterlife would be like after
I pass away would be very bliss. She's got beautiful wings. If I were to marry this
beautiful angel, then there's no telling what good thing might happen next. I'll never
come back to Earth.


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A new angel tonight

A new angel tonight 

Alone watching the waves 
 Tears in my eyes
Nothing more to do
As my heart slowly dies

Dark clouds came over
And cover the sun
But I didn’t notice 
Till the rain began

 Nowhere to shelter
 Just sat in the cold
 Missing her so much 
But she’s no longer in this world

Thunder and lighting
Mother Nature’s full might
Crashing down on me
Who is to weaken to fight?

See I give up on life 
A little while ago 
Try to keep it hidden
But still everyone know

She lived her live 
Giving to this world 
Now there are flowers
Covering her in a hole

 Doctors did their best
But it gives up on her today
I held her in my arms 
 And then her life slips away



How does life go on? 
When I can’t hear her voice
Don’t want to live alone
But I got no choice

Love can be so beautiful
And love can be so mean
How you go to sleep knowing
 You already lost your dream

In every one life 
 Little Rain must fall
And its time likes that 
You know who to call

There are   friends 
To bring sunshine instead
 Our invisible umbrella
That’s always over our heads

I lost the only girl I ever love
Darkness has covered my light
But in heaven there is 
A new angel tonight  


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Angel Like

She was so angel like,
Walking down the street
I was at a loss for words,
Everytime our eyes would meet

She was so angel like,
There was no one else quite like her
Her face lit up by the moonlight,
Everything else was a blur

She was so angel like,
She was all I ever thought about
She seemed almost perfect,
Beyond a shadow of a doubt

She was so angel like,
She had such radiant skin
It is like I wondered all of my life,
Exactly where has this girl been??

She was so angel like,
But then she passed at such a young age
The day that she died,
Is the day that I learned to hate


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Reverie - part I -

Once upon a dry and sunny day,
My head I rest, and on the bad I lay
Thinking of the one true question…
What that is, I just will not mention.
Drifting asleep I vision with grace,
An angel, wrapped in marvelous lace.
Closing in from beneath, I try to touch,
She disappears, probably went to lunch.
Floating on the clouds so soft and silky,
But suddenly, everything becomes blurry.

Falling to the ground I awaken and stare to the floor,
Pondering what the angel represented, was it a lour?
Was she a vision of love, or embodiment of betrayal?
Thinking, lost in my own thoughts, I became frazzle.
Didn’t seem worth the time, so I got out of the bed,
Just so I could be grabbed, by a dark, frightening head.
For I was not awakened by the fall, it was temporary
Again I plundered towards the black deeps so eerie. 
The head, who took a grip at me, laughed and let go, 
Freefalling I fell, but where, to Hell, please God, No!
Demons and dragons, devils and the big black Cerberus,
Everything present, everyone laughing, realizing thus
That I have become one of the damned, another one fallen,
Down in the pit, away from home, furthest from heaven.
Seeking freedom I wonder meaningless the dark bottom,
But it’s futile: I can’t see where the light is coming from.
Why hath Thee send me down here to rot, decay and suffer,
Why hath Thee sent an angel to lure me here, why her?
Why couldn’t Thee just cast me down, and leave her be,
Why can’t I get her out of my head, why do You hate me?


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fairies

I dont know if she is an angel or a fairy.
But baby you i want to marry.
my boy or girl i want you to carry.
You make me heart beat steady.
The world is scary.
But with you on my side,im ready.
Her lips is a blend of strawberry and some berry.
There is no word in the dictionary.
For her beauty, just compare her to an angel or a fairy-Mario Perez


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A Slight Perchance Merry

Ouivre, ouivre,
my Ovus Star,
a bit premature 
immortal,
for there we are.

Again, and again,
we do sojourn.

I am yes... so 
terribly in love,
but a bit ironic.
Our path as one
harmoniously, plutonic.

There are many, many
foundations Elemental.
To you my Heiroglyphic Monad,
a bit John Dee, an Angel at the 
Window.

If thee suffer, dire 
agonies, a bit widowed.
Be a courageous summoner
of spirits, altruistic
virtuous.

A graceful tidbit
of gentle music, 
in utero, a triad teaching,
Wolfgang Mozart, toi Asmodeus.
A whimsy fair-gypsy lady,
a mythological Magic Flute,
mine you yearn to play,
a malady.

A Hermetic philosophy
suggest a whee Feminist.
Duality Luna, luminary
A trois, virgin Diana,
suggest an Agrippa von 
Nettesheim.

Le Mors, history past
Beelzebubian, 
a' tres joli
Cherubian.

Attainability
cerebellum, cerebrum 
vena sacrificulus, 
parry only valerius, 
Heroine erroneous.

Divination, divinity
hence, epicus Mortuus.
A fancy Miding Mallecho,
mysteriosis.

An Apparition
proclaiming amnesty,
apparthied.
Come once humanity,
come twice, Judaeus
Christio.  Our souls
allied.

Furthermore, henceforeward
questioning Faith and its
epitome of Fable.  
Through an act of man 
to woman fine, 
young, and able.

Sexuality in visionary
quest, Ceasarian
Tantrism.
A renounce all knowledge
flesh, "invisible mistresses,"
consummation "'isms'. . ."
my "Miss."

Divinitas tetigit
Excelso Anxietic.
Mysticus Dolor. . . 
Heavenly angel Ovus,
as we soar.

A gayly expressive,
our Osirion knowledge
progressive.  
An abundance exuberated, 
serpent wisdomatic,
A co-union of spirit, momentarily
spurratic.

So, oui my love, romance
E plurubus scientific.
A yield, yours and mine,
Seraphic.

Transmutation, Aquarius y
Angelique, a beautiful devas
kingdom dynastique, 
a new world of expressive 
faerie.
Forevermore, forevermore. . .
A slight perchance merry!


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The Fall

Last night, 
after I was struck under the ground, and did not, could not get up;
 I met one of the most beautiful of all beings that God could ever create; an Arch Angel…
Her robes of black night sky 
and six wings of silver holy starlight wrapped around me, 
and I felt the cool sensation of her hands on my face; like a cool babbling brook.

 The dark blue sapphires that sat in her skull
 shone as she stared at me 
with her loving expression.


Her silvery tresses fell around me, 
and they smelled sweet, of milk and honey. 
She smelled of the Holy land; 
she was surely an angel from heaven, 
sent to bring me home.
She then spoke to me, 
and her voice was like a sweet and warm whisper
 floating on a soft summer breeze.
I felt her intertwine her fingers with mine, and she spread her six wings, and she pulled me 
from my grave, and she said,
 “Join me, come home, good soldier.” 
I felt myself turn into a feather; weightless, and light. 
I had once been so cold, and then I felt warm again.

As I rose, I saw similar robes that the woman was wearing wrap around me and melt away 
the clothes that I was buried in.  
I felt my two smaller wings, incomparable to hers,
 spread and I flew with her, to the beautiful gates of gold that lead to my final destination 
and home.
When I approached the gates, I heard the voice of a fatherly man say, 
“Welcome home, my true and faithful servant.” 
I then lifted my foot and began on my way though the gates of gold…

But then everything took a turn for the worst, 
and there was a weight on my ankles. 
A tight grip that seemed to tug at first, but then I was yanked, 
and I fell.
 I fell so fast that the beautiful angel couldn’t save me in time. 
Nor could the fatherly voice could reach me in time.
I saw the beautiful paradise in front of me be yanked away, 
and vanish along with the angel and the voice that spoke so kindly to me. I knew in that 
instant that I fell, 
that I would never be able to go back.
I felt the mussels of my new wings tear and the bones shattering, breaking from the shear 
force of my weight from trying to catch me in the wind.
My new garments were torn away and left I was left naked.
My new hair was tattered and was blotched with the black of the night and the white of what 
the angel had given me. It seemed like I had fallen for hours, and I heard a whisper…
Of a child perhaps…
That said…

“Oh! A falling star! Make a wish!”


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Demonface Dream

Tonight was awful, full of fright I hope I never encounter the same night Through demons and goblins and wicked, too I don't think I've ever felt this color blue My friend won't talk to me at all I wasn't myself and I gave into the fall Someone or something I think possessed me I think I spoke to an angel from above the trees He spoke real old, as old can be I think he tried to set my demon free I'm not sure it worked as he had planned The demon got pissed off and went back to the damned This angel was gorgeous and full of life And I think he brought with him a wife I can't remember all that was said I just know tonight I absolutely did dread The angel spoke tongues and I think asked my name But I don't think the demon played his game But today I wake full of gleam I guess last night was my demonface dream


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hell,s door

hells door

he drives a 66  chevy
keeps it clean with armor all
when his nation needed him 
he answered the call

he was dedicated
had the passion in his eyes
but when he got there
knew what they told him was lies

he lost his belief
he just wanted to survive
and he was kind to everyone
but he had to take a life

why did they do this to him
he can never be the same again
and when the  bullet entered his heart 
and he never felt the pain

they say there  are angels 
watching all that we do
and when we stand before god
then he will judge you

an angel flew down that day
and feel sad at what she saw
and she thinks she can't wait
for god to send jesus thru the door

she sees the goodness of his soul
and how he was tormented as well
but the grim reaper came that day
took him away thru the gates of hell

 he is in a place he doesn't  belong
and she will  try to make it right
and she said get ready hell
today we are going to have a fight

and there,s an angel tonight
knocking on hell's door
cause she doesn't want  his soul
to be in the fire no more

we must not judge any one 
please have an open mind
but we all know that wars base on lies
 is a crime against mankind


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Don't Stop Praying

you've been praying to the Lord God you have an emergency
and you hope that He will respond to your prayers immediately
but hold on, you've got it twisted, you need to comprehend
that God answer prayers, BUT WHEN it's up to Him
so don't stop praying and don't hang up that spiritual telephone
don't stop praying even if you only get a dial tone

Cornelius was in his house praying for a blessing
down on his knees, his situation was most stressing
and on the fourth day at the ninth hour
he saw the manifestation of God's almighty power
an angel appeared before him at God's behest
an angel appeared before him to answer his prayer request

God answers prayers but many fail to understand 
that He answers prayers according to His master plan
it might be at the midnight hour, it might be at the ninth
just stay on the line praying even if it takes all day and all night
and be you a Jew or a Gentile, we're all children of the God the Lord Christ
the Soul Provider, the Saving Messiah whose death was the salvation of our lives

the Alpha, the Omega, the Beginning and the End
the Prince of Peace, the Living God, our Eternal Friend
He's the Father, the Son, the Holy Ghost, the Holy Trinity
the One who created the universe and all humanity
He's the One who breathe life back into those old dry bones
the One who occupies the seat of the highest throne
He's the One who protected Daniel in the lion's den
the One who sent angels to watch over him
He's the One who shielded Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego
from the fiery fires burning in King Nebuchadnezzar's inferno
He fed five thousand with just two fish and five loaves
and compelled the people to come hear Him in droves
and when that woman with the bleeding sickness touched His garment hem
it was the power in Him to answer prayers that made the flow of blood stem
He healed the sick, gave sight to the blind and voice to the mute
He gave us the universal parables of wisdom that even the Pharisses could not refute
and on the way to Mount Calvary He bore the cross of the sins of mankind
and said to His Father with His last breath "forgive them" for they know not their own minds

so don't stop praying and give the Lord the chance
to come into your life and change your circumstance
don't stop praying just keep the lines of spiritual communication open and clear
don't stop praying to God the Lord Christ just wait for your miracle or an angel to appear


Details | Free verse | |

Garden Angel

A tiny garden angel kneels on a pedestal.
A statue to adorn the garden with her charm.
Her small hands held in prayer.
A circle of flowers around her head.
Her face with a cherubs glow.
Wings outstretched at her sides.
This tiny angel with such life like features.
I sit and watch you pray. 
You are missing some flowers from your headpiece.
It makes me sad each time I look at you.
My tiny garden angel.


Details | I do not know? | |

The dead Angel in my mind

Why does silence have to make so much damn noise

I hear nothing but the beat of my lonely heart and voices

The voices are not mine, nor anyone that I know of poise

But the voices are from the other side using me as their toy



I feel my mind and my soul get shoved to the side

I find my guardian angel dead on the floor of my mind

The things that killed it are the same that are killing me

The voices in my head are overunning my kind



I hear a faint noise that I know all too well

As the carcus of my angel lays lonely with a broken heart

The voice is that of my first love, the voice is that that is killing me

The deafening tones of silence paired with the dagger of my first love



It is this "heroin" that once loved me that is killing my current love

It is this demonizing soul that is tormenting my heart to stop beating

For now is the time of the resurection of these thoughts

As my heart remembers all too well of the dead angel on the floor



The blood from my angel runs truly in my veins

I feel its last moments in my heart that has stopped beating

My  first love has succeeded in destroying all others

For the dead Angel on the floor is really a silent me


Details | Epic | |

When the Stars Fell Down--First Sacrament

heaven opened up once to the eyes of Man.  the reached up to the sky to be led by the hand.  but no one came.  no one came, no one came.  their eyes strained to see the twilight sun, the stars came down and stained their burned tears as the End begun.  no one came. no one came, no one came and the stars fell down and still no one came.  Man laid down on their tear-struck faces as the stars fell down and wiped out their holy places, all around the world and no one came.  no one came when the sun fell down, no one came when the sky made sound.  thunder rolled as the chimes tolled, heaven and hell were at war again, but no one came no one came.  the Devil was loose and no one came.  The Sephiroph tied the noose, but no one was sent to the burning earth.  no one was in the Garden to answer the call, no one was in Valhalla's hall.  so no one came.  god and his angels had already fought this war once upon a time ago, and no one wanted to revisit that cataclysmic sorrow.  the stars came down and neither angel nor god would dare spill immortal blood.  star fire and hailstorm came down from the mountains in torrential flood.  the chimes were ringing and star rain was stinging, would no one come?  neither angel nor grigori would stand and take Man by the hand.  the judges waited for salvation to come, but no wing or sword would ever come.  no prayer made a sound when the stars fell down.  No one came no one came.


Details | Rhyme | |

angels in our midst

angels are all around 
they're present everywhere
guardians of our souls and bodies 
of us they take special care
angels of the Kingdom of God
sent down from above
angels our own personal escorts
agents of God's love
they can come in any form or fashion
or personality
they are everywhere on earth
but of them, not everyone can see

an angel could have been that man
who helped you change a spare
an angel could have been that dog who barked 
and of the coming danger you became aware
an angel could have been that teller at the bank
who informed you, you're due back extra change
an angel could have been that teenage boy 
who for you held the doors on the train
an angel could have been that salesclerk
who told you that same dress was on sale down the street
an angel could be anything and anybody 
you've encountered or just happen to meet

God sends His angels 
to help us in our times of need
God sends His angels
to guide and protect us from harmful deeds

angels in our midst
of our welfare they are concerned
angels all around us
but of them can you discern?