Angel Paris Poems

it's unfair to hate the morning
- it's unfair to hate,
because
neither the new nor the old,
after burning the night
this day does not return in vain,
this day...

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Rose, the bloom

Sweet in color, 
eternal in fragrance,
majestic monarch of the flowers. 

Kind lady in red, 
a fine dress made of silk, 
or sometimes sheer...

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The arrival of the vermin
It has now been confirmed there more rats
then people in Paris, I`m thinking of the furry kind 
that lives under floorboards...

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Accidently in Paris 
 
From the bus station in Paris, I was taking a taxi to a posh
part of Paris, the driver a Moroccan didn`t...

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Paris Angels

"Paris Angels", new title of
a monthly magazine,
and models making up to suit.
(The editor pays them extra to wear wings.)








9/3/2017...

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Battle Clans


They came in the night
Like twisted ninja’s
Selling their honor for terror and fright
Blood spilled on Mohamed’s hands

The Tower of Paris stands tall
Art and culture...

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It was supposed to be an ordinary day,
And I couldn’t have it any other way.
I kissed my mother goodbye with her smile so sublime.
I didn’t...

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Mom lately cant help this
 uneasy feeling
Its with self doubt that 
I'm dealing
I idea of you in any pain
Making my mind go insane
Why didn't I ...

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pink lips, golden hips,
this beauty makes me power trip.
i am aphrodite at the after party
sipping golden apple martinis by the pool.
chosen by troy, i am...

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our words are of a theater
and they don't tell anything 
to the angels - nor the sky-blue
nor the soul ocean
nor the eternal fire
just a lie...

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It does not exist
The Louvre lusts for such a work of art
Napoleon and Louis both depressed
The perfect painting does not hang
There may have been an...

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DEATH OF A ROCK STAR (Jim Morrison)
There's a man all alone and his name is well known
but he thinks all the world is a den
of...

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If we were both in Paris
We on different time zones
Always coming and goin
I’m on this lonely balcony
Cigar smoke blowin
I’m as lonely as Gatsby
Cloaked in white...

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Best not be rosy, you steamy old wench,
the air has no words for your vomit and stench.
Hardly, if ever, do teeth so hard clench,
yet the...

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