Last night I saw an angel, he was sitting on my bed
He had two golden wings, and a halo round his head
Suddenly his shining light began to grow quite dim
It seemed a bit unusual and so I says to him
“I see your light is fading, is the reason for it that
You have a bad connection, are the batteries going flat?”
He said “this never happens, it is very very odd
It’s my communicator and it links me straight to God”
Cut off from his guv’ner he was free from prying eyes
He smiled a little smile and then, much to my surprise
Reached into the fridge and poured himself an ice cold drink
Then he lit a cigarette, and he removed the holy link
His wings had started moulting shedding feathers on the floor
Slowly getting smaller till at last they were no more
All at once it dawned on me, I quickly realised
No more was he an angel, he had just been mortalised
Camping out
Its dark
I’ll light my flash
Let it light up the path
I wont get lost
Just
Not yet
I’m camping out
In the woods
It’s dark
I’ll whistle my song
Keeps the vampires at bay
I’ll sleep when its day
The Light Switch
Our minds are like a light switch
We turn on with a flick.
But then as fast we pull the plug
And turn off just as quick.
Our feelings give us power
We feel the way we choose.
So be careful not to think too much
Or you might blow your fuse.
R. Biffany '09
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