Angel Myth Poems

The seventh kingdom sings that he was a drop of gold 
Who fell from the sky of golden sunlight to earth so cold 
Dragons brought...

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All the stars and their kingdoms use Christ’s name in error 
Muttering to themselves “Who is this quiet torchbearer?” 
“Where did he come from; what...

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Away from those gems,
Still she sees through transparent.
Her auric being
For once coming to truly
See the light which fills fhe night....

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I have heard all your excuses 
I have listened to all your pleas
It is time to pay the pipers 
With the sweet tears of your...

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Oh, standing by thy greenish grave ! 
I ponder for thousands of times
I write and write and then tear out 
Hundreds of notes hundreds of...

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Blackout

 In the darkness of the pupil
 fragments of chaos float
 like a life belt in a stormy sea
 close enough
 but at the same...

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hail Andramelech
	ominous overseer ~
		hefty cover charge

seductive sinning
	alluring Asmodeus ~
		raunchy romantic

black Beelzebub
	infamous instigator ~
		a fly incarnate 

unholy Vetis
	devious rhymer of speech ~
		master manipulator

treacherous tempter
	seditious sadist Satan...

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Once there was 
a tiny tree,
who wished itself
a lofty, wide-spread
oak; 
        longing to have 
on him song-birds light...
...

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My mind is laid bare its components 
& functions are under your razor's gaze

To compare…

My aged bones are yours to dig into…
My past, like my...

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Tonight the act of naming fell through the floor.
We speak permeable solids inflect’d by light.
Things move indistinctly: a pine palette floats
momentarily from semi truck’s bed,...

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The weather is cold and so are you.
So shallow, in all shades of blue.
The crown you wear is dripping with jewels 
Of bloodstone and all...

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It is your style
It is your smile
It is the charisma
It is the aroma
The way you talk
The way you walk
The way you touch
The rainbow of my...

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Along a quiet river to nowhere were styx lean like broken crosses. The wind is gentle with a sent of quite decay or is that...

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In doom light, I see all that is & 
Ever was, I see all the façades 
Stripped away n callouses 
Tearing away all the love...

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Introduction: one of the nice aspects of having an oeuvre as a poet is the ability to see where you have changed over the years....

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