Best Ange Poems
With the way you smile behind those eyes, Ange!
There’s something that I can see,
An eternal candle that glows with a legendary flare,
A flare that makes me to adore you,
And forever, I will recollect you, Ange!
Your smile makes me proud to have you as my dear acquaintance, Ange!
Now! Come closer, friend,
And be submissive, because I need your power,
The power of amity is worn as destiny.
Not only is your smile the voyage to my castle,
But all features of you Ange! Enshrine a good friend in my castle.
Behind those eyes, there’s always a lot I can transcribe and articulate,
But, this is just another log-line of #Bryan to #Ange.
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T.m.Tscripts
le ciel est proche
quand je sens
ta main
dans la mienne
et
j`ai envie
de voler
avec toi
la seule
au dessus de la mer
comme
un Dieu
vole l`amour
Ti Bon Ange (Small Little Angel)
A small little angel looking over an edge,
Its eyes wide, alive in wetness and peering.
From a cliff it overlooks an undulating plain that,
sweeps, spreading before its eyes forever seeming,
looming, fiercely wild, provocative, even strange.
This small little angle spies a moving form,
the forms grace of movement engages the angel’s core.
The angel’s vision pierces the far distance off,
the forms mobility morphs, blinking into shifting profiles;
in yearning and desire the angel aspires to be thus.
Every nail craves a hammers striking blow,
as every fire finds its life from flaming spark.
Soul on the look out, intently watchful,
with experience dreams fluidly flow forward,
in kind, knowledge accrues like sand on a beach.
The small little angel directs its tenacious approach,
associated heartfelt action declares its course.
Sentiment slinks back in diminishing outline,
an hallucinogen of auric glow alights, proclaiming freely;
mind, body, spirit, in bold consumption.
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"The clouds parted
like the pursed lips of desire".
Rains then poured out
like held-back tears of anger,
shedding emotions from the sky
like a recently heartbroken damsel.
The raindrops beat on the rusty roof—
a drum that only children could dance to.
But they danced not in the house,
but right there on the streets
where they stripped to their underpants,
and some even totally naked.
They danced, ran, sang, and even swam
in the puddles formed by the rain’s sorrow.
The rain cared not.
It poured like hot fluid in a container
with built-up, overwhelming anger,
warning parents to tell their children
to stop daring its wrath, now like wildfire —
getting out of control and ready to destroy.
An hour later,
the rain was already fulfilling its promise
of destruction and causing sorrows—
it pulled roofs off,
made cars swim
to faraway water bodies
that turned them to ships
that only ghosts could ride in.
And when the sky fell silent,
a hush drowned the streets.
No more laughter. No more song.
Only memory lingered —
of dancing feet and naked joy,
and a silence too loud to bear.
Morning sun thumbs the thicker heart strings
With a shudder bass of pleasure
Adding rhythm to tenor falsetto wren songs
In suddenly lit shadowed crevasses
Still enjoying the quietnesses of sleep
A hawk screams in delight of rising air
We sip our fresh ground percolations
naked in the hot still water
Watching humming birds taste and guard feeders
Suddenly we're spell bound
She's all white, an angel
Her wings a halo of flourescence.
We are now awake.
Always messing up
When I feel so upset
Going all in way too hard
To lose another stupid bet
Losing all my hard earned money
Yet again I am robbed blind
At this point it’s all quite funny
I have no more strength to mind
Bet it all on my bad choices
I will give in to my voices
I’ll sit back and have a seat
Close my eyes and kick my feet
I have no more need to care
When the game’s not even fair
I quit
I’m done with the bit
The skit
I give you my spit
Let go of the wheel cause I’m throwing in the towel
Here’s my gun and badge put away cement and trowel
I am done with trying to build up another wall
I will just let it crumble quick and I will let it fall
Oh, bawl
And all in all
And oh I know I do appall
I guess that I just have the gall
I guess that I have the nerve
Oh well it’s what I do deserve
And I have lost the need to feel
With all the stakes no longer real
And no more prices to the deal
And really it is quite a steal
The weight of living off my shoulders
Cause I have given up the boulder
I will let the car rear end
Turning right on through the bend
Cut the wire to the lift
Tumbling over the cliff
I will let myself get hurt
I will get my just dessert
I have thrown the bat away
No more trying, not today
I don't know who is she
Where she come from
Or what she does for a living
But how beautiful she is
When i look at her and
I know nothing else
But the mere evidence