He has cancer and it is not good
But at night things are better
Because they give him strong meds
And the angel comes
She puts him on her lap
And takes him to the stars
Explaining to him what angelhood is like
She is gentle and loving
During the day he is in pain
He gets shots, and he does not understand
But he lives for the night visits
With his angel who will greet him also in heaven
Categories:
angelhood, cancer,
Form: Free verse
let’s plunge into the unknown and the endless
let’s smile like it’s 1920’s again
let the evening fall upon us
I’ll be your silent
prince of nothingness.
let’s hide in the back alley shadows
of our own afterlife cinema
walk by the grey walls
of old town mansions
in October all year round.
let’s race to the lonely fringes of history
sink to each other north of heaven
winter our watery eyes
hide our grey smiles
in our angelhood.
Categories:
angelhood, autumn, life, surreal,
Form: Free verse
A heavenly feather falls slowly and lands in free
its a symbol of angelhood and celestial mediation
Soothingly, comfortingly, a Sensei surrounds me
and showers me with blessings as I claim reaction
and write, for I am a poet that is what I do...
An angel divine incarnate without pious duple
sincere in her approach she never cleaves fear
for her gentleness instructs me like a Holy wimple
ministering with anoint from close then near ;
I write, for I am a poet and that is what I do
Alabaster skies with electric blue streaks of night
adhere to her path like a messenger of old and
claim your place in the banquet of His light
she is a paragon of love , fingers in the sand
I write for I am a poet and that is what I do.
Categories:
angelhood, assonance, writing,
Form: Free verse
On brown sands of an uncultured river
In the burning sun rays of the primitive sun
Would lie in wait the sharks and crocodiles
Of the time when it was a paleolithic weaver
Of dancing carnal shadow of unclothed appetite
Towers of illegitimate light
This jungle scene one would come across
One who would peek deep down in my soul
And so it was until the angel emerged
(What is the human life except the lovely journey
From the molecules of hyena and leopard
To the milky foam of an angelic transcendence)
Stark greed in need of dense dark raw delight
In impatient prying plight day and night
Until you came in the form of an angel
(Are not you and angel in essence the same)
Refining the wild bison towards angelhood
Gradually but steadily come the cultural flowers
Comes fresh morning with the terrible trash gone, in lieu
Two shiny cups and a teapot in a lyrical view
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17/9/2016
Categories:
angelhood, adventure, art, image, morning,
Form: Free verse