Angel I
Fuel your hate for the other side,
Fuel your hate for your own kind,
To work together for
what we know is wrong,
To dissapear away,
tomorrow has to wait too long.
A small piano solo to interlude
the aspirations of an alien race
of people who would bother
to care
But left outfield is a lovely place
to begin with
So creep slowly up the stairs.
Your teddy bear will watch over
if you think you can't.
Plausible reasons for common
overabundance
Perhaps its not
far from the
Greed.
Although its easy to
say its all for the
Money.
The two for the show
have left when it has shown
Death. And we will
Money. Laugh and say
Greed. "Its just normal"
(Normal Normal Normal)
Like an angel on high to proclaim
(Normal Normality Normal)
As the people stand in awe of
(Normal Normality Normal)
To kiss the feet of
(Normal Normal)
At one fourth the speed of
our daily life, the angel
instead decides to move on,
As daytime television tells her
to move on, the angel left
cheated on.
The angel was
feeling like a vampire on the
streets of truancy, The angel could
look off of a cliff with fear of
people who'd try to catch her.
-----
Angel II
The Angel once again stepped,
A skip in her step,
With pills to be her
blame.
A fix a fix a fix a problem
A fix with commitment
Of the
brain.
So slowly spewing sentences and
Careful slurring for
One and
all.
Its not a lesson for those
Who quit, but a
Dummy to take the
fall.
The angel, wide-eyed from neon,
Forgetful from freon
And a sure-fire nobody to claim
Puts gems on her fingernails,
White dye in her eyes
And the sun will hate her the same.
-----
Angel III
The Angel tromping downhill
because its very simple
Not fucking at blam of a loose hair
or a pimple.
Blamed for disaster and jossled from
what ones would call their
roots.
Angel, the poor angel, never had
a chance versus
boots.
For combat on the emotional front
of buying feelings away.
-----
Angel IV
The focus again turns from
the man atop her
Rising and falling, caressing like
a viper
The false breathe a cure of
some kind of placebo
It begins to slow, bare breathed and
naked, more so.
Exposure of adultery
Decaptiation of Beauty
Rising and falling to the
respute.
Ties to depression, and violence
acute.
Fighting what may be a
Feeling
Loathing what may be a
Feeling
Hating what may be a
Feeling
Hating what may be a
Life.
A Photographer of Everyman Style
A forest of green,
A forest of blue,
Both on neverending sides
Compliled from the reality of nobody's
royalty of the conspicious chairiots of
leaving the party
EARLY
-----
A Retired Love Poem
Complications are the floodlights,
as the gates close slowly.
Poor Child of the false,
accusations.
Nobody is happy, but everyone,
acts the same.
-----
Salem of Affliction
A public display of affliction,
I'm tired and tired of not getting my way,
If you take me to Salem,
I'll point, I'll hiss, I'll scream.
Everyone believe me and
don't try so hard
To read into my choices
my beliefs, my feelings
Of what I keep locked up
inside. Its safe.
-----
Still Frame I
Smile, you will remember
this day unlike a
dream.
Tombstones a step, a walk,
away.
But the blame best left
out on the plate.
Till the sun come,
dry it out.
dry it out.
-----
Hello
Reread the sonnet,
You'll find some disturbing,
Undertones in it.
Intially a monster, a criminal,
With some disturbing
Experiences.
Rare murder,
common rape.