
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.
quote by Jim Morrison

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A Feast Of Friends
Wow, Im sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
South
Cruel bindings.
The servants have the power
Dog-men and their mean women
Pulling poor blankets over
Our sailors
Im sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the tv
Tower, I want roses in
My garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
Must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal
For the plant thats plowed.
They are waiting to take us into
The severed garden
Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
Comes death on a strange hour
Unannounced, unplanned for
Like a scaring over-friendly guest youve
Brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
And gives us wings
Where we had shoulders
Smooth as ravens
Claws
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until its other jaw reveals incest
And loose obedience to a vegetable law.
I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the giant family.
song performed by by Doors

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The Severed Garden (Adagio)
wow, im sick of doubt
live in the light of certain south, cruel bindings
the servants have the power
dogmen and their mean women
pulling poor blankets over our assailers
i'm sick of dour faces staring at me from the tv tower
i want roses in my garden bower, dig?
royal babies, rubies, must now replace aborted strangers in the mud
these mutants blood meal for the plant that's ploughed
they are waiting to take us into the severed garden
you know how pale and wanton, thrillful comes death
in the strange hour
unannounced, unplanned for
like a scary over-friendly guest you've brought to bed
death makes angels of us all and gives us wings
where we had shoulders smooth as ravens' claws
no more money, no more fancy dress
this other kingdom seems by far the best
until its other jaw reveals incest
and loose obedience to a vegetable law
i will not go
prefer a feast of friends to the giant family
song performed by by Doors

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The Angels Shoulders
When you find yourself unglued
When you find yourself subdued
Think of the Angels' shoulders to lean unto.
When you are feeling blue
When there is no one to hold you
Think of the Angels' shoulders to lean unto.
When you are out in the cold
And your friends have forgotten you
Leave it to the Angels shoulders to comfort you.
When you are down and out
And it feels like there is no one to turn to
Raven's shoulder is there for you
Raven is the angel who is there for you.
poem by June FeirCruz

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The Angels
Like God’s body
The angel is cluster of tiniest particles
Clinging together because of gravity
They are like a dot to God’s body in size.
The angels who have two pairs of wings
Are under Sidratul Muntaha Tree in paradise
And are circling around God’s Throne
The angels who have four pairs of wings
Are the Sufra angels and angels of God’s court
All other angels have three pairs of wings
Angels are something like the super-strings
They can take almost any form and size
Angels can eat and drink but they do not do that
Angels have life partner as well but they do not enjoy sex
Angels are so tiny they can use the density of sky to fly
Usually the chief four angels carry God’s Throne
But on doomsday eight angels will carry it.
N.B.: Sidratul Muntaha Tree is a thorny tree of Ferdous Paradise (near God’s Center Point) under which many angels are just bowing and prostrating in awe. Sufra angels are translating text of Laohay Mahfuz (God’s Manuscript)
poem by Asif Andalib

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Top Of The City
One more step to the top of the city
Where just a couple of pigeons are living
Up on the angels shoulders
I dont know if Im closer to heaven but
It looks like hell down there
These streets have never been paved with gold
Welcome to the loneliest city in the world
Its no good for you baby
Its no good for you now
Keep looking up for the ladder
I dont know if youll love me for it
But I dont think we should suffer this
Theres just one thing we can do about it
Take me up to the top of the city
Take me up to the top of the city
Take me up to the top of the city
And put me up on the angels shoulders
See how that building there is nearly built
Theres a big fire over on the north of the city
I see you walking down the street with her
I see your lights going on and off
Shes no good for you baby
Shes no good for you now
Look Im here with the ladder
I dont know if you love me or not
But I dont think we should ever suffer
Theres just one thing we can do about this
Take me up to the top of the city
Take me up to the top of the city
Up to the highest point of the city
One more step to the top of the city
Put me up on the angels shoulders
And I dont mind if its dangerous
I dont mind if its raining
Take me up to the top of the city
And put me up on the angels shoulders
Take me up to the top of the city
Mmm yes, one more step to the top of the city
And put me up on the angels shoulders
song performed by by Kate Bush

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The Raven sings
The Raven sings
Can you hear the Raven sing?
I hear it everyday.
What does this Raven bring?
Death in many ways.
Can you hear the Raven sing?
I hear it sing your name.
When you see the Ravens wings,
You will go insane.
Can you hear the Raven sing?
The Ravens here today.
Can you feel your heart sink,
As a loved one is taken away.
poem by Jamie Wright

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Imagine Freedom
the mind is always
our own
prison, we must
free ourselves
from the bars of all
these thoughts,
imagine that you are a dove
your wings
like the eagle's
your claws like the
tiger's
imagine, yes that is the key
to freedom
imagine that
imagination is a dove with wings and claws and
swift and
lost in the vastness
of space
like a grain of sand
in the
widest ocean
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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Angels fall
Angels fall
Angels fall
Sometimes it is because they are tripped
Tricked
Unguided
Neglected
No one really to show them the way
Easily received but selfishly not wanted
An accident
An inconvenience
Left to their own devises and what they know
They land on dirty grown, grubby nails and knees
and they scramble around in ignorant bliss
Angels fall
Sometimes it is because they were pushed
Rejected
Frustrated
Tempted
S omeone forgets to polish the treasure
Taken for granted that the ring was binding
A habit
A convenience
Left to their longing and desires
and what they deserve
They fall on soft feathers,
that leave imprints of guilty relief,
and they languish a while.
Angels fall
Sometimes it is out of the blue for no good reason at all
Confused
Possessed
Obsessed
No one trips them, no one pushes them
A grip so tight round the heart
Teetering
Peering
They land in the ocean that is their heart
and it must be deep enough for all this love
as nothing else makes any sense.
Angels fall
Few are the angels that keep their wings
Enlightened?
Accepting?
Scared?
Please don't look down on us in that way
This flight for you was smooth
Lucky?
Righteous?
We all chose whether we live
cushioned by a cloud or on the ground!
poem by Stevie Taite

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Death's Wings
Death was a bird that night
An ugly, vicious bird
Death's claws scratched at me
But flew away when I didn't bleed.
As it flew, darkness fell
Wings blocking out the moon.
Death screetched in frustration
When it couldn't break my skin
Death was too obvious
And realised.
Death swooped low that night
And caught her by suprise
Not a sound left its beak, nor her mouth
And death was silently satisfied.
To strike again was simple
Death had learnt a new trick.
And so began a time
That death shed its feathers.
poem by Danielle Guscott

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Whatsoever
Old haggard poltergeist
Caught in bizarre ambush
Powers of twenty ravens
Are worthy to rise above
Eagle at the limit of heavens
Wings and claws can't work anymore
When the mighty fight is proclaimed,
They will be in one combined
Struggling to avoid the flames
Raven, messenger of Hell
Nothing here to call it fear
As I have nothing to hide
I am darkened feathered
Or whatsoever comes to your minds
Sin, can't you just realize
That by your immortality,
We are more than mortals
Or whatsoever comes to our minds
Caught in bizarre ambush
They all are herded by their desires
Slaying there saining around their nests
Avenging for a castle made of mire
Like that old haggard poltergeist
So try to guess what the difference is
Between tall palm and the fast raven
Answer is the wide sea
Ravens, messengers of Hell
Caught him in bizarre ambush
Skirring higher
Novermber 23,2010,12: 41 AM
poem by Mohammed Hassan

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When We Dance
If he loved you
Like I love you
I would walk away in shame
I'd move town
I'd change my name
When he watches you
When he counts to buy your soul
On your hand his golden rings
Like he owns a bird that sings
When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings
The priest has said my soul's salvation
Is in the balance of the angels
And underneath the wheels of passion
I keep the faith in my fashion
When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings
I'm still in love with you
[I'm gonna find a place to live
Give you all I've got to give]
When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings
When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings
If I could break down these walls
And shout my name at heaven's gate
I'd take these hands
And I'd destroy the dark machineries of fate
Cathedrals are broken
Heaven's no longer above
And hellfire's a promise away
I'd still be saying
I'm still in love
He won't love you
Like I love you
He won't care for you this way
He'll mistreat you if you stay
Come and live with me
We'll have children of our own
I would love you more than life
If you'll come and be my wife
When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings
When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings
When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings
When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings
I'm gonna love you more than life
If you will only be my wife
I'm gonna love you more than life
If you will only be my wife
I'm gonna love you night and day
I'm gonna try in every way
[I had a dream last night
I dreamt you were by my side
Walking with me baby
My heart was filled with pride
I had a dream last night]
song performed by by Sting

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City Of Angels
(5/8/12)
There's a city of angels where all angels dwell
A city of angels I can tell.
They wait for their assignments from
The saints up above
To watch over GODS children that he loves.
The city of angels where there is no such thing as sleep
The city of angels where the LORDS words they keep.
This is where they sing and rejoice and give praise
For their destinies have been laid.
This is a world of spirituality - something that
We as humans do not see.
A world where there is no sickness or pain
And all the angels are the same.
There is no such thing as color or religious barriers
For they are all the LORDS carriers.
Many get their wings in the transition
From life to death, and many have not gotten theirs yet.
When they get their wings it is a great feeling
Which gets their souls reeling.
It is like a bright star that enters you
And his love just radiates through.
The city of angels where true happiness lies
That is what you will find.
Your loved ones that have gone before you
Are there to see you thru, and to help you
At every turn, the same way that they had learned.
They see their subjects on a large monitor screen
And what that person is going thru, then the answers
Are left for you.
Like a multiple choice you must pick the one that's right
To get them from the darkness to light.
But not to worry for there are no mistakes
In GODS heaven that can be made
For their destinies have also been laid.
You are there to strengthen them in their hours of need
And on your strength they do feed.
To all in the city of angels - I raise my head
And stand with pride, that one day soon
I'll be by your side.
(angels above - angels below)
poem by Louis Rams

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Choices
We can think like angels
but the devil has said
'Take off your wings
come into my bed.'
We can act like angels
and refuse instead,
reject the pleasurable devil
and remain in our bed.
We can spread our wings
and soar with grace
or discard our wings
and in the mirror face
the eyes of betrayal,
the look of disgust,
the lure of the devil
and our sinful lust.
The weak will succumb
and lose their wings.
The faithful will become
and angel that sings.
poem by Edwina Reizer

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Why Is This Age Worse...?
Why is this age worse than earlier ages?
In a stupor of grief and dread
have we not fingered the foulest wounds
and left them unhealed by our hands?
In the west the falling light still glows,
and the clustered housetops glitter in the sun,
but here Death is already chalking the doors with crosses,
and calling the ravens, and the ravens are flying in.
poem by Anna Akhmatova

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The Ravens Call
i hear the ravens call
i see the dead mans fall
for once more i hear the ravens crow
of the words nevermore
just like that lonley man
that sat with a book in his hands
stairing at a picture of his lost love lenore
knowing she will never return to his door
as he hears the ravens call of nevermore nevermore
i will sit here by myself nevermore hearing the ravens crow
but signs of that raven will nevermore go
poem by Oi Boi Alec Wade

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Angels around us, angels beside us, angels within us. Angels are watching over you when times are good or stressed. Their wings wrap gently around you, whispering you are loved and blessed.
quote by Angel Blessing

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Featherless wings
last night i dream that i was walking in the clouds, huge
heavenly petals like pebbles wash away my tears, a moist
of silver blue drifted my pink cheek; cool, smooth and soft
as i feel it, clear as the ocean wave and beautiful as rainbow
when the sun scatter its radiant ray where i seat in the
cumulus formation of clouds beneath my feet
in a glance, speed like light passing through my eye, blinking
without control while my nose seems white as a snow failed
to breathe the air, choking with my eye staring above my head,
thinking that this might be the end, as the naked eye said adieu
death comes like a thief of the night, then i have to go, but in a
sudden moment i notice that iam not alone in the wilderness of
beautiful clouds, their are humanoid form of being floating
waving, cheering, singing sweet melody of song, and calling
many name, whispering me not to be lonely; it’s the clouds that
made us to hope, it’s the song that give us the feather to fly and
it’s the dream that leads us go, to a place, we almost have to
know
waiting for a day of night and day, seems no end, not a single
feather grown in my body cause me pain, bother and confuse
leads my way to pray, that in my featherless wings i can reach
the sky; fly my featherless wings fly up, up to the heaven above,
guide my dream in your own destiny, a place where my soul will
be happy, stay with me winged angels, featherless wings has to
fly high with you in the heaven above
oh! dream show me the way my featherless wings have something
to say, please listen my winged angels and hear my
featherless voice.......
“angels wings is made not of feather, it’s a deep faith of their
loyalty to God, tangible and form like wings”
poem by Antonio Liao

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Familiars
In the darkness
They send chills down my spine
The bare descending moon
Has burst into life
Hunting and suffering with prisoned eyes
Familiars play in moonlit skies
Beautiful Wings the servants possess
With claws so sharp they can only be from the depths
Beautiful Wings the servants possess
With claws so sharp they can only be from the
This ordinary world ain't set in stone as I thought It'd be
Just like haunted prey
Familiars are hunting me
Familiars
The nerves from the creatures
That you receive
Black magic is here
Bow down to it's knees
No emotion, Familiars can grasp
The adrenaline rush takes over so fast
Beautiful Wings the servants possess
With claws so sharp they can only be from the depths
Beautiful Wings the servants possess
With claws so sharp they can only be from the
This ordinary world ain't set in stone as I thought It'd be
Just like haunted prey
Familiars are hunting me
Familiars
These blue hearts
They will scream
They will scream
You feel them screaming, mourning in the shadows
They will scream...
* This is a song I wrote in my band, the structure and repetition would make more sense if i sung it to you but I'm quite proud of this one =)
poem by Charlotte Riley

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Weeping angels
Down from heaven
to show the way to paradise
for the newly dead
the angels weep
So young
so innocent
so senseless
the angels weep
Eyes down
wings at there sides
words not exchanged
the angels weep
32 new angels
no need to earn there wings
like jesus they died for other peoples sins
in heaven they will weep
In heaven they will be called apon
to one day escort the new to paradise
and they will
With eyes down
wings at there sides
and tears in there eyes
weeping forever
God bless all who lost there lives today
and there familys
America loves you
and your scarfice will not be forgotten
poem by Vincent Armone

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Punishment
There never really was a place of sanctity
For you, the mortal entity.
You thought you had prosperity,
The while you thrived and were.
Angels don't exist, you see.
You lived without a guarantee
Atop your brutal Earth.
Still, you had a birth.
And whither now, your crying whim -?
Answered by a tearing limb-?
Are you contrite; your valour slim?
And will He care...?
'Tis down to Him.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter,2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter

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