we’re rebel angels
we dance on the edges of clouds
our weekly outing
hoping not to fall to earth
things there have become
a real living hell on earth
wars and pandemics
those corrupted corporations
producing famine
have made reincarnation
an unattractive option
so we always watch our step
heaven forbid
we fall from grace and end up
back at our old place
maybe these parties should stop
i mean we’ve lived this before
so there’s no needed revivre
got no angels
to
talk
to
today
just
the old man
down
the street
holding
a brown bag
talking
about
how jesus
has
saved
his soul
can’t understand
how
some
homeless
souls
can see
the wonders of heaven
among
the city’s sweepings
for
i’ve lost
such
visions
or
perhaps
best
labelled
fantasies
life
does that
to
some of us
the veneer of promises
is
stripped away
by
reality
leaving us
with
the bare
roots
of
life’s truths
but
you don’t need
to
listen
to my words
for
that
would be
another case
of
blind
belief
most often as not they don’t speak up but hold up when the weights too great helping to bear the unbearable kicking stones from life’s path to prevent a stumble but never saying you must go this way letting the soul explore until it finds the path
those things you see as shadows are histories though elusive and innocuous in appearance such permeable shadows often conceal apparitions of angels angels unappeased by your monetary offerings and overt expressions of committment to human rights human rights suppressed by weapons from your arsenal of death death carried out gently in some pastoral countryside so it should be no surprise that angels have a distinct disdain and underlying hatred of everything you truly represent so it is best to walk in the limelight avoiding the shadows of truth and never accept offers to dance with angels at night
the tears of angels have clouded my window their sadness streams down this translucent portal upon a sea of misery misery that weaves in and out of city streets littered with disregard for the memories held within the aging frames of human bodies bodies that serve as the scaffolding for false pride of those who move in designer jeans wearing botox masks in the hopes of finding true love in a faux world
i was just wondering what religion are angels you see i’ve just found a reference to christian angels which suggests that there may be jewish moslem hindu and other winged beings for every religion so if a person has multi-religious tendencies do they have multiple angels waiting in the wings to save them just in case they change their mind about what they believe
sometimes i like to just show-off do a spin or two against the dark blue sky for no particular reason i find most humans spend so much time wondering about life’s meaning and their place in it pondering deep philosophical points their eyes focused on books missing the landmarks and scenery along the way counting down to doomsday not knowing if heaven is to the left or right so i’ve taken it upon myself to have a little sky party in their behalf nothing fancy a few white puffy clouds and the breath of angels
this child that you see
cannot cry again
nor wait for promises
to be kept
alone in the dark
shivering for fear
a blue map of bruises
pale tender skin
holding an old doll
as ragged as her dreams
praying to a god
known only from a tv show
god, please make me good
so my momma won’t
be mad no more
sorry i’m so bad
but as she prayed
an angels voice whispered
my dear child you did
nothing wrong at all
she snuffled her tiny nose
and blinked blue watery eyes
her shivers skittered away
like mice into the corners
she could not believe her eyes
for in front of her kneeling near
was the glowing form of an angel
whose voice was soft and clear
be it a dream
or substance of light
her life was changed
in a moment that night
for the angel caressing with wings of white
said softly rest now my child
have no fright for tomorrow i shall
show you such wonderous sights
the way things should be
all wrong made right
beauty pulled out of pain
tormented souls made whole and sane
Toni L. A. Cross and I have entered into a duel poetry challenge and this is the resulting poem. Duel Poetry: a prearranged poetry writing challenge between two people to evolve a new poem where each writer must respond to the other writer’s lines (4 -5 ) until both parties agree that the poem is complete.
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