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Continued from Angel's Holiday (Part One)
And than there was the time in the Lion's den
You know the one Daniel was in
He was suppose to feed the lions extra meat
Instead he brought vegetables for their treat
Again Gabriel stood his ground
So in the morning the prophet could still be found
And when the Babylonians were at the gate
The Holy Ark with it he was suppose to escape
But instead under the Temple Mount he drops it
Lost forever unless the Knights Templar got it
Poor Bob not a feather for a wing
He just can't seem to do the simplest of things
And what about all those souls
Whose earnest prayers he forgot on holds
And did he forget for Abraham
To deliver a pig and not a ram
And now the Jews can't eat ham
And did he tell Noah about his boat
I bet my wings she'll never float
And didn't he show Eve the apple tree
And when he saw the snake he said live and let it be
Could his intellect be more profound and deeper?
Did he not advise Cain of Abel you're not your brother's keeper?
Bob's intentions are good he tries real hard
But like a Kennedy he can't seem to pass the bar
So after working without a break
It was time for Bob's vacation for goodness sake
He deserves his time of rest
To help him relax so he can return at his best
And now you understand my predicament and situation
There's only three days left before the end of Bob's vacation
So Lord if you would if you could please
Give me another guardian angel when I'm on bended knees
It's not that I'm not grateful and give thanks
But frankly Angel Bob is all fuss and just stinks
Promote him with halo and wings of gold
Push him to Calss A if I could be so bold
But just don't let him pass the Trumpet of Judgement Day
Because I'm sure he would blow it and send Doom on our way
It's not that in Heaven I would not like to go
It's just on earth I would like to know
What it is like to have an angel who's smart and likes to play
So please keep Bob on a permanent Angel's Holiday
Lets travel across ages,
To a time that cannot be;
My character, attitude,behavior,
Through my parent's eyes lets see.
"The day you were born,
Old memories will always be there,
First time you in my arms,
From beautiful eyes to pretty pretty hair.
Cherished and admired every moment,
All cute things done as a child,
Happiness in spending time with you,
Whether you were soft or wild.
Proud moments came my way,
The day you went to school,
Small achievements began...like
Your first lap across the pool.
Music became your voice,
With your feet dancing all the way,
Artist, dancer...how many??
Cluless..i would probably say.
Days passed, you grew up,
From a kid to a teen;
The perfect logic of the world,
Misunderstandings making you mean.
The way you acted and reacted,
When i wanted to show you care,
Although weird in your context,
Made our quality times very rare.
When you realised your attitude,
Although it was a little late,
I could always forgive cause
Love can never become hate.
Getting back to ourselves
Joy exceeding boundaries in life,
Had the best times on earth,
Till you got promoted to a wife.
Understanding though your married
And living life all new,
Whenever, whatever be the situation
I will always love you.
Your the best thing that ever happened to me
I guess now you realise it,
With the birth of another life through you
Your love for all of us has to split.
Hope you enjoy everyday with your kid,
Like how i did with you,
I will still be there with you always
Till God makes me say adieu.
I know you will love and miss me more;
My departure will definitely bring down a tear,
My soul and spirit rests with you,
Cause you will always be my Dear."
Form:
...Sitting in this cell
Laughing at this guard that fell
Nothing else to do but play with the dirt under my nail
Days move slow as snails
Sit ups all day
Push ups every way
1000 lunges
1000 crunches
So much time to think
So much time to blink
Been reading and writing so much there's words on my sink
Man prison air stink
C.O. is a menace
His name is Dennis
Coincidence
In here a different world
A deepr crater
Tensions so dense
Drugs still smuggled in here, it doesn't make sense
Even though it makes cents
Food is so crappy
Lack of sleep so I'm crabby
The barber got stabbed so my hair is nappy
I'll sure be happy
When I win my case
If this is what life serves you, it's an awful taste
I try to keep my distance from hispanics
When they speak latin I start to panic
But they do great tattoos
And airbrush shoes
I'm not due to lack of visits
So my family can take those letters and stick it
Where the sun doesn't shine
Because there are no rays in here
No emotional breakdowns
No sign of fear
I never shed a tear
Even as the guards carry me from my room grinning ear to ear
I notice how we're goin opposite direction of the courtroom
The sign says "electrical chair"
I'm facing my doom
I sit down get strapped up
Constipated now
Stomach crapped up
Last thing I saw was the mayor with her vovacious curves
She pulled the handle and I felt a powerful surge.....
Paraded endlessly, this spectacle the Elephants know to be degrading,
And their counterparts from the sea , the Orcas, resist in captivity
By refusing to unfurl their proud dorsal fin, stings my eyes like a gnat
Lodged in my cortex, no amount of profit seems to dislodge.
Waking from my dream, I notice the old man waving to the crowd,
Gesturing wildly, as if warning of something no-one has yet seen.
Every evolution of Plybinium Quasar, the spectacle increases, with
Dogs leaping and biting at the air, and Neptunes, of disproportionate
Size, unable (or unwilling) to allow the pain to subside.
The viewing platform, constructed entirely of entitlements, teeters
Vicariously in the breeze, with the prominent attendees smiling, despite
Frostbite, inching up their extended promises.
Utilizing “light-track” technology, the time hoppers applaud
At pre-determined intervals, a strenuous exercise for sure,
Given the time restraints imposed by the counters in the Humbolt Quasar.
In this unfamiliar atmosphere, what clean air there is left to breathe
Smells pretty bad, like a cake frosted with sulfur.
01/10/11
9:46 pm
© All Rights Reserved
Sitting in the dark with my computer.
Only light from the screen.
I find my self not looking at it.
It's at these times that I notice everything else.
Like the drink sitting on my desk.
Thousands of little drops of water on the outside.
Waiting for the right time to fall.
Then rolling down to join his brothers on the desk.
The stack of sticky notes.
Piled on top of each other.
All forced together by some sticky substance.
Waiting for their turn to be put to some use.
The trash can on the floor.
Holding everything that isn't needed.
Mouth wide open and waiting.
Longing for the time to be emptied of the filth.
The pens in their holder.
Just the top half of each sticking out.
All yelling pick me.
Then cursing when not chosen.
A single picture.
Freezing a split second of time.
The only way time can be stopped.
Reminding me of a moment in my life.
Forgetting the purpose at hand.
Letting the mind wonder.
Where dreams and ideas come to life.
In the light from my computer.
By: Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 03/05/2009
Drifting off into vapor,
Plasmatic memoirs of the past.
A time traveler, though still sitting here
I am alive, not dead.
I lift my hands up to my face,
Check if I’m still breathing.
I feel warm breathe drift out of me,
I am alive, not dead.
Check the clock,
It ticks away,
The time I have left in the world,
I am alive, not dead.
I’m running back in time to pain,
The misery I had without you,
Hate, crime, and suicide,
I hate running back in time.
Here to a day I died inside,
Feel it all again,
Anxious for reality,
But stuck in a blockade of the past.
Kill me now,
Don’t wish to be,
Stuck in this dreadful past.
I think I am not alive…
Gasping for air,
Searching for reality,
Escaping myself,
Run back to the present.
I lift my hands up to my face,
Check if I’m still breathing.
I feel warm breathe drift out of me,
I am alive, not dead.
Yes, I am alive, not dead.
When was the last time you wondered, is death really the end?
life has only one road, it always ends in the same place.
tears in your mother's eyes, sorrow is the last rite of love.
the glow from the souls of loved ones,is left to the son's and the father's.
the ones that are left behind, in what you think is the good life.
fire that you feel now, will only burn in the heart of family.
the cold burn of death, will dance on your heart, there is evil in death.
life hangs between good and evil, just as you hang between life and death.
So, the next time your neck feels hung, your hands feel frozen, and your body sweats!
don't be afraid or cry out, it's only me comming, to let you know, it won't be long.
not long until your train, is pulling out of what you think is your life.
When you were born, you got a ticket, time to ride, no refunds, tickets please!!
Tick tock, tick tock said the weary clock,
Her arms are never still;
They keep on going round and round,
They still have time to kill.
The hours are few yet time gets lost,
As she goes her lonesome way;
Dressed to the nines she rings her chimes,
Never to count a spendthrift day.
Yet time is giving all it can,
As minutes and hours fly by;
For the hours of time are never kind,
Knowing time will always fly.
The arms of time never cease,
They never keep up with the day;
The trod around their plodding path,
They have no time to play.
Tick tock. tick tock turn back the clock,
The hours have been lost;
As minutes and hours add up to years,
While time is counting the cost.
There is time to spend and time to steal,
For time runs hot and cold;
And as we turn the taps to run,
There's time to be young and never grow old.
Ever thought what memories are?
We have the happy and the sad
Our brains tends to record them all
Both the good and the bad.
It stores it up in our in hidden places
And reminds us of a point in time
When we experienced life’s best
Of the things we did in our prime
The memories which we tell others
Can make them laugh and others cry
But some remain a hidden secret
The devious acts till we die
But there is a purpose for our memories
They are all revealed when you pass away
It will be shown to all on a big screen
Of your actions on judgement day
Each point in time will be a movie
That you will have to justify
But you won’t be able to speak
As the guilt will intensify
So what you have done in the past
Will determine what you loose or gain
Is it heaven in all its bliss?
Or hell screaming in pain?
Mortal swords surrounded by flames honored soldiers on cloaked horseback
redemption shall lead your souls past brimstone no sinner will find shelter the
salvation of pegan is yours for the taken. At this time of auguish in hate we trust
the prince of righteous will grant us manisons and glory in his victorious story
damnation is but a fools trick and treat the soldiers of Caliga shall not fall for this
vulgar display of believers way. Will you clear a path for the princes arrival will
you undertake the time of inquisition as the faithful repent, will you rid the deceiver
of heaven sent as a soldier of dark Nero let cause be your hero. Ride the storm of
judgement lead the fable of horsemen to the bitter end it's midnight let the calling begin.