Angelizer
The lunar backbone stands straight and alert for a last time
The mammal feathers are revamped just for this last night
Mouthless children are breasted with their own words
To essence of their souls escaping through their giant bones
you will be paralysed
made to be believed
broken inside to survive
and to watch over me
archangel - of no use and no form
archangel - suffocating alone
multiple wounds reach the heat of an absolute zero
the eaten fluids
song performed by by Moonspell from Butterfly Effect
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Archangel
Angel, just tell me that youll never leave, understand
Though I know it cant always be the way we planned
I dont think about tomorrow,
I just thank God youre my angel
And you saved my life and I was suddenly free
I dont know, how you came like an archangel
But now its just you and me
I was running scared for much too long
til you put me back on straight
Archangel, God knows what Id do without you
My angel, never leave me, always love me
Like an angel,
Archangel
Tears drop like diamonds from your golden eyes
Weep for me archangel and wash away the lies
Ive run with demons much too long
Now I thank God youre mine
Archangel, God knows what Id do without you
My angel, never leave me, always love me
Like an angel, archangel
Archangel, archangel,
Archangel, archangel,
Ooh-ooh
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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No one jumped, all were pushed
Those children wonder why
Why their parents seem to die
Each day they lose some life
And each day those children cry
.
Those mothers they weep
Those fathers they hold the heart that leaks
And those children they are what this world seeks
Because those children aren’t weak
.
The children they sit and watch
They watch their parents being eaten
The world they deem to be a place where everyone can be free
But, when they touch the street they only feel tension and heat
.
This world it burns
And this world it will eat
This world will be
What breaks your beauty
.
Growing up they will see
That no one wanted to fall down
No one wanted to let go
No one jumped they all stood only weak*
.
Trying to stand up straight
Trying to fight with faith
Trying to beat the world
But, only to pushed over and never found
.
Those children they sit and watch
And they in time become the weak*
They stand on the cliff
And just let the world push it’s the only way of becoming free*
poem by Victoria Martinez
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intense fire, death
anger pain, broken hidden
knowledge coexist
haiku by Archangel Lucifer
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More Words
Sometimes words reach out
to help heal wounds.
Sometimes words reach out
just to claw at a feeble soul.
Sometimes words reach out
to seek help.
Sometimes words reach out
to bring life to idleness.
Sometimes words reach out
to expose a lie.
Sometimes words reach out
to undress from its truth.
Sometimes words reach out
for it needs to be spoken.
poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro
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A God That Has No Heart
we have made
blood sacrifices to oil,
till we are covered
by the filth and the sludge
of our own greed.
leaving our children,
and their children,
suffocating at the altar
of a god that has no heart.
we have eaten their flesh,
and drank their blood!
we, the guilty,
cannot remain blind!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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To Vanquish Tyrannies That Wound Bind
Gift can be scribe choice words
of Psalmist sword written rhyme
devotees who seek these answers
find leads just in fix margins time
imagination muse supplies source keys
to vanquish tyrannies that wound bind
thus continues humanities eons adventures
champions of light fight to free humankind
a dream within a dreams histories
fallen archangel sentenced beguiles
slave souls human opposing God divine
battle consequences ripple through time
poem by Terence George Craddock
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She Is Not Mine
The dog walked down the street
Where her eyes were languid above him,
Suckling child-
And I cried, my eyes really moped,
Because the child was not mine,
And even more beautiful because the child was
Not mine;
Of needing lips not mine;
And I watched her leave for buses home-
And they were not mine;
All I had to do was lie in bed and jack off,
While the souls of tin birds crenulated against
The upstairs porch with the broken-down
Jacuzzi that molded and grew with the ululations
Of tadpoles and unfortunate princes, puckering undiademed:
And I wanted her lips, and ping-pong-
And the shadows stretched throughout the weeping
Hallways of the school,
The smoked out bathrooms,
The unicorns in the soccer field, the cherry red
Keyed cars;
She was standing out there vacillating like a fever dream
Like tapped crystal with something sweet inside;
And I do this because of my stuttering scars,
And because she is there hanging over me like grapes
I cannot reach- I cannot reach because the words are
Not yet mine-
And she is sitting straight in front of me. Sometimes
She turns around and smiles- smiles,
But I can’t really understand-
and the buses leave, and the schools
Leaves- the cormorants leave-
The esplanade remains green and open even as winter
Tiptoes under this women’s opalescent throat:
Like a fish suffocating in his hands, fat-bellied, the children
Like roe dripping out from behind….
Like precious gems
And she is not mine.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Shout And Shimmy
When you move in right up close to me
That's when I get the shakes all over me
Quivers down my backbone
I got the shakes in the knee bones
Shivers down my thigh bones
Like I'm
Shakin' all over
That's what happens when you say goodnight to me
Bring this feeling all inside of me
Quivers down my backbone
I got the shakes in the knee bones
Shivers in the thigh bones
Like I'm
Shakin' all over
song performed by by Who
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Shakin All Over
When you move in right up close to me
Thats when I get the shakes all over me
Quivers down my backbone
I got the shakes in the knee bones
Shivers down my thigh bones
Like im
Shakin all over
Thats what happens when you say goodnight to me
Bring this feeling all inside of me
Quivers down my backbone
I got the shakes in the knee bones
Shivers in the thigh bones
Like im
Shakin all over
song performed by by Who
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I Sleep a Lot
I sleep a lot and read St. Thomas Aquinas
Or The Death of God (that's a Protestant book).
To the right the bay as if molten tin,
Beyond the bay, city, beyond the city, ocean,
Beyond the ocean, ocean, till Japan.
To the left dry hills with white grass,
Beyond the hills an irrigated valley where rice is grown,
Beyond the valley, mountains and Ponderosa pines,
Beyond the mountains, desert and sheep.
When I couldn't do without alcohol, I drove myself on alcohol,
When I couldn't do without cigarettes and coffee, I drove myself
On cigarettes and coffee.
I was courageous. Industrious. Nearly a model of virtue.
But that is good for nothing.
I feel a pain.
not here. Even I don't know.
many islands and continents,
words, bazaars, wooden flutes,
Or too much drinking to the mirror, without beauty,
Though one was to be a kind of archangel
Or a Saint George, over there, on St. George Street.
Please, Doctor,
Not here. No,
Maybe it's too
Unpronounced
Please, Medicine Man, I feel a pain.
I always believed in spells and incantations.
Sure, women have only one, Catholic, soul,
But we have two. When you start to dance
You visit remote pueblos in your sleep
And even lands you have never seen.
Put on, I beg you, charms made of feathers,
Now it's time to help one of your own.
I have read many books but I don't believe them.
When it hurts we return to the banks of certain rivers.
I remember those crosses with chiseled suns and moons
And wizards, how they worked during an outbreak of typhus.
Send your second soul beyond the mountains, beyond time.
Tell me what you saw, I will wait.
poem by Czeslaw Milosz
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Out Into The Blue
Blue.
Sky blue,
Eyes of blue.
Blue eyes,
Soul deep pools.
Talking silent words,
Soul words,
Words of the soul.
A deep well.
Well of souls,
A welling up.
Soul free.
Free souls.
Souls escaping,
Escaping the body
To soar.
Soaring souls.
Free.
Free souls,
Into the sky.
Sky blue.
Blue souls.
poem by Paul Brookes
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(V – 1990) War & Peace
War has stabbed the heart of peace
And peace lies bleeding now –
A peace which was healing slow
The wounds it had suffered hard,
A peace which was recovering
From the mind blowing blows
Of the decades past!
Now the precious blood of that peace is draining
And each dropp of dripping blood
Is singing the songs of savagery
To the frightened ears of civilizations!
Man mastered bombs but now bombs master man!
Man busy growing the world outside
How poor he forgot to grow his inside!
And now when he stands a helpless child
Before the giant of things he grew
Reason comes again and asks
Was this the progress you built through the years
And man has no answer
He just drops into wounds
Wounds inflicted by bullets of arrogance
Of selfishness, hatred, fear and greed!
Oh, these bombs that preach ‘might is right’
Oh, these merciless bloodthirsty bullets –
What answers are they? What justice makes they?
What battle is real than a battle for peace?
What victory, true, when won at the cost of peace? !
Peace was long destroyed on the minds of men
So no peace now remains outside!
Rising from narrow rooms of thought
Man armed with the mortal arms of passion
Smashes the skulls of his brethren
And when upon the fractured bones
And the boiled flesh, cries of anguish fall
And when the hands and limbs of innocents
Lie eaten and bitten by vultures of violence
Their hearts cracking into a fury of pain
And when thick clouds of smoke
Of the smoke of life, rises from the graveyards of war
A tear comes into the eyes of man and time asks:
Hasn’t History taught you anything still?
And man stands dumb!
With all his will and wisdom paralyzed
He searches for peace, for the solace of peace
But peace lies writhing there!
He knows he wants it dearly
The company of peace,
Wounded though he be!
But peace is dying there;
But peace is not dead!
His life lies in our hands
The wounds are many
But many more can be spared!
The wounds are sore
But they can be medicined still!
War is death
But war can be killed!
Michael The Archangel
A Statuette.
I.
MY white archangel, with thy steadfast eyes
Beholding all this empty ghost-filled room,
Thy clasped hands resting on the sword of doom,
Thy firm, close lips, not made for human sighs
Or smiles, or kisses sweet, or bitter cries,
But for divine exhorting, holy song
And righteous counsel, bold from seraph tongue.
Beautiful angel, strong as thou art wise,
Would that the sight of thee made wise and strong!
Would that this sheathèd sword of thine, which lies
Stonily idle, could gleam out among
The spiritual hosts of enemies
That tempting shriek--'Requite thou wrong with wrong.'
Lama Sabachthani,--How long, how long.
II.
MICHAEL, the leader of the hosts of God,
Who warred with Satan for the body of him
Whom, living, God had loved--If cherubim
With cherubim contended for one clod
Of human dust, for forty years that trod
The gloomy desert of Heaven's chastisement,
Are there not ministering angels sent
To battle with the devils that roam abroad,
Clutching our living souls? 'The living, still
The living, they shall praise Thee!'--Let some great
Invisible spirit enter in and fill
The howling chambers of hearts desolate;
With looks like thine, O Michael, strong and wise,
My white archangel with the steadfast eyes.
poem by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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Baby Face
Why did not you
cross the black river
and remained innocent?
Unhealed, failed inside, broken and honest?
You won the race,
the space, the heaven.
Moving away to the farthest blackness.
Your god sits crosslegged, clotting.
Brown hands on white shoulders, boneless
move in circle. Deportation
of words opens the green wounds.
Birds carry the snow on the wings.
I was confused, wanted to love
my broken vowels, for absolute you and me.
The baby face pops up again
in my perfection, speechless.
poem by Satish Verma
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Straight On
Straight on, down a dead end street, down the throat of life's sweet dream
Get swallowed whole by innocence, get eaten by the folks you meet
Straight on like a taser dart, fifty thousand volts of art
Just like a chip inside your head, to tell you when to stop and start
Straight on to the ticking bomb, to big ideas, walk the dog
to myths like our democracy, vote Roland Rat and ditch the lot
Straight on like an open blade, an empty house, a rabbit snare
A window breaking in the night, the words you didn't want to hear,
a moon beam straight into the sun, a bullet from a careless gun
Straight on, with no fashion sense, no goodbyes and no last dance
a marble from a catapult, a quiverful of simple plans
Straight on into life's great wall, right through into life's great fall
Then down the chute and up the drain, recycled into something small
Straight on past the next surprise, seeing stars through starry eyes
and straight into a web of whys to find the lie that satisfies
Straight on like a corner shop, as deadly as a chopping block,
As friendly as a lion's den, a hooded crow, a lonely walk
The rail beneath the bullet train, the fragile sense within a brain
Straight on into history, skidding at you down the street
Tomorrow's just a yesterday we're never quite prepared to meet
Straight on like a butterfly searching for a net of lies
Across the fields of promises where every kind of vulture flies
Straight on through the great taboo; very soon there's nothing new
And all you hoped for hunts you down, to benefit the chosen few
Straight on through the universe, the blood of all our children spent
And riding on the broken wave we never think of what they've lent
They're in the wind and swinging free, as we dance round the gallows tree
Straight on like we're broken glass; we know how to fix the crash
We detonate good will for cash, because we think all things must pass
Straight on to the latest craze to empty us of emptiness
And knock the walls down, welcome in, spectators from the internet
Straight on like we know what's straight, something like the figure eight
We're tumbling dice, we're playing blind, down by the river on a date
Straight on like you've broken through and know exactly what to do
But all at once there's no-one there, for in the end there's only you
A moonbeam straight into the sun, , a bullet from a careless gun
Straight on into you... straight on, .....straight .... on through
Straight on like an ego trip, an iceberg, a sinking ship
Straight on like it's no big deal, just like a performing seal
Straight on like a falling bird, full of lead to show we're tough
Straight on like a harpoon line hooked into the flesh of time
til suddenly you realise it's you that's fighting for your life
Straight on into you... straight on, .....straight .... on through
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Upper West Side Manhattan The Atlas Girl Leans On Me
In the forest of skycrapers
Your bright white dress
A broken wing
A blackberry juice
The archangel Gabriel
Under a cherry blossom tree
You lie down on the grass
On the Euphrates river
A gazelle
In a laurel wreath
Your sleeping sister's face
Your eyes like a dropp of water in the cloudy sky
Tomorrow at daybreak
poem by Nicolas Grenier
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Sticks And Stones
Sticks and stones, might break my bones
And words, shall never harm me,
I was told that story, when I was a Boy
Along with the birds and bees, I believe
So I lived my life, through that advice
That was given to me in my youth,
That sticks and stones would break my bones
And words could do no harm was true.
So I stayed away from sticks and stones
And tried never calling anyone names
But the sticks still arrived, in my life
And also the words of hate and pain.
But then I had healed from broken bones
And bruises and all the nasty cuts,
It made me stronger, then I thought longer
About the words of hate and such.
Because the words of hate, I couldn't escape
As I noticed them around everyday
Destroying ones soul, until life they'd let go
Or asking GOD for vengeance as they'd pray.
Sticks and stones had broke my bones
And words of hate had really harmed me,
As I look around, I can still hear the sound
Of hate, and belittlement, and bigotry.
There are still broken bones and nasty cuts,
As I see as I enter every day with a walk,
But doctors heal then, as they are new again
But the words of hatred never balks.
In my life I have made many choices,
And I hope with one I don't stand alone
Never to ever use any word of hate
As I don't mind getting hit with sticks or stones.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Heat
Absolute feat/kelly price & cha cha
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[cha cha]
Cha cha, ah
I got you heated in the 400
A slow moment with a payback, sure want it
Aint gon run it till I gain the feathers gon wit it
Aint gonna split it till you thinkin that you gon hit it
But dont get it, try to kick it in again
Maybe then you tryin to win
Bishop blaze the track and I just made you get hot again
Aint it amazin, noon-time hotter than cajun
All occasions, absolutes absolutely blazin
[kelly price]
1 - I feel your heat
When your bodys close to mine
When you look into my eyes
Even when youre on my mind
Baby, I feel
I feel your heat
When youre laying next to me
Baby, when I hear you speak
Even when I feel the need
And youre not around
[absolute]
Temperature been rising
Girl, its not surprising
Really got me going with your sexual thing
Emotions I am feeling
I need your bodys healing
To touch me if you wanna
Girl, youre blowin my mind
Repeat 1
Baby dont you wanna
Cuz I really wanna
Feel your body swinging while were doin our thing
The heat has got me sizzlin
The sweat has got you glistenin
The rhythms got you movin to the sound of
Chitty chitty bang bang
Repeat 1
[cha cha]
So hot I make ya sizzle when I go one-ten it
Well just floss a little
Pop the cork and let it fizz a little
Hope to get a little, after we gig a little
But then were playas for years and still they hit the middle
Adrenaline pumpin for somthin in the heat of the moment
I see that you want it, play hard to get
To keep it from owing it up to yabyum
You have plenty, not to condone it
Its a difference in makin me heated and makin me want it
Repeat 1
Repeat 1
[k.price]
I feel your heat
[absolute]
I get so hot I just cant believe
How I feel when youre next to me
Its impossible not to see
So baby tell me, can you feel the heat?
[k.price]
I feel your heat
[absolute]
I get so hot I just cant believe
How I feel when youre next to me
Its impossible not to see
So baby tell me, can you feel the heat?
song performed by by Kelly Price
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Everything Is Broken
Broken lines, broken strings, broken threads, broken springs
Broken idols, broken heads, people sleeping in broken beds
Aint no use jivin, aint no use jokin
Everything is broken
Broken bottles, broken plates, broken switches, broken gates
Broken dishes, broken parts, streets are filled with broken hearts
Broken words never meant to be spoken
Everything is broken
Seems like every time you stop and turn around
Someone else has just hit the ground
Broken cutters, broken saws, broken buckles, broken laws
Broken bodies, broken bones, broken voices on broken phones
Take a deep breath, feel like youre chokin
Everything is broken
Every time you leave and go off some place
Things fall to pieces in my face
Broken hands on broken plows, broken treaties, broken vows
Broken pipes, broken tools, people bending broken rules
Hound dog howlin, bullfrog croakin
Everything is broken
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Fallen feathers
She lies, broken in her own despair.
Waiting, for the angels to carry her away.
''Why does this hurt cry down on me? ''
Her sobs fall and sink into the deep dark soil beneath her.
Her legs refuse to move,
She lies paralysed in her own despair.
But all is not lost as the sun shines out above her.
Feathers float down on her,
Her fallen angel glides to a stop.
Returning the feathers to his back,
And in his arms, carries the girl into her dream.
poem by Natalie Jane Boyle
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