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Angelina Consolo Poem
She has a face of an angel, a soul that is so graceful
The purest softest heart
She is one of Gods finest works of art
Such a sensitive spirit
She cries for those who cannot even hear it
She has such a sweet nature about her
You wonder how you got so lucky to even have her
She gives you all of her love, what a sensation
She is a marvelous creation
I love more than words can say
She is my night and day
She is the one who keeps me at pace
She is my angel face
Copyright © Angelina Consolo | Year Posted 2015
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Angelina Consolo Poem
A soul with out creation, a core heart with no sensation, a body with out designation, a brain with no stimulation, a mind-less mind, so blind, it’s conscious is unkind.
A heart muscle that just beats, not knowing why, and what it is keeping alive. A seed to sow, but refuses to grow, does not care to see, what a beautiful thing it may bring. Eye’s that only see what they want to see. That view the unclean; thinking it is a normal thing. A night of sleep but refuses to dream for it does not want to see the person they really might be,
and not have the control stop such a thing.
Two hands that were given free will to touch and feel, like a blind eye; it can not see what it feels. Two feet to choose what ever permanent path they want, chooses a path with no direction, with out divine reason, lacking humanity has a word.
I have cried and cried for this soul, I have tried and tried to change such behavioral ways, but know I realize I can only just pray and hope that eternity won’t end up being the same as the temporal way’s this soul has displayed.
And I shall pray for myself for being so futile and vain caused by the root of such pain.
Copyright © Angelina Consolo | Year Posted 2015
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