Angel Identity Poems

I don’t trust the angels 
They must have stolen my sun 
I have worked so hard , done so much
I am so tired I am...

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She was happy,
Smiling and cheerful,
They felt envious of her.

She was hardworking,
Brilliant and brave,
They grew spiteful of her.

She had an attractive charm,
And an innocent soul,
They felt...

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"I am the wisdom of Greeks 
I am the gnosis of the savage barbarians 
I am the shrewdness of Greeks 
I am the prudence of...

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Beauty of mind can keep you blithe
As flowers never the fragrance aside,
You matched her eyes with the pearl
And would say Oh my sweet girl,
You named...

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Bishop

Clad in off white man
In charge of religion world wide
Trying to save the world...

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Bishop

Clad in off white man
In charge of religion world wide
Trying to save the world...

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What's in a Day 

What's in a day for when ....
There is corruption
There is violations
There is injustice
There is formidable acts
For me or for you

What's in...

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Been down so long it made me want to get high
I like to calculate my moves, but I always struggled in math
Drinking coffee to wake...

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Probably few of us
have capacity
to see ourselves
as both Angel
and Demon.

Many of us
have had the experience
of demonizing
and punishing ourselves
for sins of the past
extending into our present
festering
unresolved...

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I’ve lived my life
As a free spirit,
And I’ll hopefully
Do so when I die,
So cast my ashes
To the four-winds
And allow my soul
To soar up to the...

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These words 
Stream-of-consciousness-soup really
Rarely chosen with care
Falling on thirsty ground
A lost soul trying to find
"the great forgotten language" *
For
"the unspeakable and incommunicable prison of this...

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I identify as the best
Said the second angel in command,
it is not fair that I don't have
supreme control on demand!

I identify as a snake,
hissed the...

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I thought today I could make it work

it wasn’t so much the sadness

as lightness

as bottled crocodiles and persimmon fungi

as broken arrows across the ascended 

the...

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Her hands don't feel like satin, 
she's been working since she was a child.
Never was a pure white angel,
she was always a little wild.
She can...

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We dream of rain
In the setting sun 
in the season of one.
A wildest west and a withered crest, 
the coat of arms. 
A falcon and...

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