Angels Are Alive
Angels stun us when alive,
The wings of death and life collide.
This day bespoke wonders for the speakers,
They were men so solid and hearty.
This day is a night to remember, so black,
Yet what do places bring except the speech.
Angelic help is not present, like the corners of bodies,
They are men who watch and listen
Like the sun has gleamed in the day.
My apostles shall gain an evil life
If they shun from the angels,
But our books stay, just like God.
poem by Naveed Akram
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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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Early Death
Oh grieve not with thy bitter tears
The life that passes fast;
The gates of heaven will open wide
And take me in at last.
Then sit down meekly at my side
And watch my young life flee;
Then solemn peace of holy death
Come quickly unto thee.
But true love, seek me in the throng
Of spirits floating past,
And I will take thee by the hands
And know thee mine at last.
He and She and Angels Three
Ruthless hands have torn her
From one that loved her well;
Angels have upborn her,
Christ her grief to tell.
She shall stand to listen,
She shall stand and sing,
Till three winged angels
Her lover’s soul shall bring.
He and she and the angels three
Before God’s face shall stand;
There they shall pray among themselves
And sing at His right hand.
poem by Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal
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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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Listen To My Voice
Listen to my voice
And please try to understand
The one you call Messiah is a lie
You are not the plan
And your beginning to annoy
You are just a game and It has won
You will never see
The places promised by your faith
You will never know eternal peace
The God you love is gone
He lies broken by your shame
The thing that took His place already died
It will send Angels
Send black Angels for you
I am just a voice
That no-one else will hear
Only you are pure enough for truth
You must write 'The Book'
And then tear away belief
Only you can save the light of man
It will send Angels
Send black Angels for you
song performed by by Gary Numan
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(Happy Poem) Burning On The Inside
Burning on the inside.
I can't stop till our worlds collide.
Pour some gasoline, ignite it with a little red Bic, and watch it burn.
Its the second coming.
Everything that was once gone is back.
Every feeling just as strong and intact.
The anger, the rage, the need to dance upon the world stage.
The desire to be satan himself.
Sitting upon a kingdom all high and powerful.
Some must lead and some must follow.
With so much arrogance I smile.
Look at me I can fly.
The angels wings have been returned.
Burning on the inside.
I can't stop till our worlds collide.
Pour some gasoline, ignite it with a little red Bic, and watch it burn.
It is my fire.
It is my life.
I control the ambers as they glow and turn to ash.
The complications of being too proud.
If you can't swim you might just drown.
But being on solid ground, it feels so sound.
It doesn't shake or quake.
It doesn't sink or bend.
In so many words all has mended.
Every wound has been healed.
A miracle by no small standard.
Burning on the inside.
I can't stop till our worlds collide.
Pour some gasoline, ignite it with a little red Bic, and watch it burn.
Returning to efforts that seemed so in vain.
The power to change.
A chameleon come into his own.
Blending into all environments.
Barely noticed as threat.
That is a mistake that some will soon regret.
Burning on the inside.
I can't stop till our worlds collide.
Pour some gasoline, ignite it with a little red Bic, and watch it burn.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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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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Rusty Angels
They say you came from heaven but I know thats not the truth,
Cause I dont think an angel could look anything like you,
Your eyes are made from sapphires and your heart is made from stone,
You gotta be the closest thing to hate Ive ever known,
And if I didnt know better Id say you had come alone to the party.
Oh yeah.
The light is always shining, but you swear that its gone black,
The tide is always turning, but youre never looking back,
If I didnt know better Id say times were pretty bad,
Because rusty angels they cant fly,
Rusty angels gonna die, yeah,
Rusty angels they cant fly,
Rusty angels gonna die, gonna die.
The gifts you bring are fire, and your dreams they turned to dust,
Your flying days are over, and your wings have turned to rust.
If I didnt know better, Id say all you had is lost,
Because rusty angels they cant fly,
Rusty angels gonna die, yeah,
Rusty angels they cant fly,
Rusty angels gonna die, gonna die.
If you swallow just a little pride, you might find a little love inside,
Open up and let somebody in, cause if you need somebody,
You know its not a sin.
Rusty angels they cant fly, rusty angels gonna die, yeah,
Rusty angels they cant fly, no, rusty angels gonna die,
Gonna die, yeah, you cant fly, oh no,
Gonna die, oh yeah, you cant fly, oh no.
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Angels
Everyone pictures angels
with angelic faces, golden hair,
a pair of wings and a head
surrounded by an aura of gold.
However, are angels really like that?
Angels are just like you and me.
They walk among us
and you would never recognise one,
if they were right before your eyes.
They will never tell you
that they are an angel.
The only time you would know
there was an angel there,
is when their miracle
has been performed,
and like a fleeting ghost,
they fade away and are gone.
(19 September 2007)
poem by David Harris
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City Of The Angels
City of the angels
City of the angels
Walkin' and talkin' and laughin' about
Dreamin' the things that you want will work out
People in places where you want to be
I'm lost in the city
Who's got the key
City of the angels
Ooh, I hear you callin' me
City of the angels
I've got this feelin' that things will work out
I've got this feelin', and there ain't no doubt
I'm holding on, hoping to find
Life in this city can bring peace of mind
City of the angels
Ooh, I hear you callin' me
City of the angels
City of the angels
Oh, I hear you callin' me
City of the angels
Just like, just like it used to be, yes
City of the angels
I'm goin' home, home
Bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye
Oh, bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye
Yeah, yeah, I'm leavin'
Oh, oh, I'm goin home
My friend I'm leavin'
song performed by by Journey
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In the Spirit of Rumi-13
I said to My Beloved
O my dearest One,
tell me of angels
My Beloved said
When you are awake,
you hear of angels and
wonder about angels
When you dream,
the heaven is full of angels
When you are deep asleep
you are that angel
of this your dreams
remind you
When you awaken,
remember this
Then you will have wings
and fly over these three worlds
as one
said My Beloved
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Angels
Are there angels in the clouds up high
lookin' down on me?
Can they see a soul that's lost down here
and do they hold the key
to take away my worries, take away my pain
and shower me with sunshine, take away the rain?
I can't pray to angels in the clouds up high.
They're just too far away.
There are too many souls lost down here
and all they do is pray.
The angels are too busy singing an angelic song.
Our problems here are endlessly much too long.
And so my mind hesitates
and maybe that is wrong
but all the music that I love
is like an angelic song.
And maybe they will hear it
and an exception will be made.
They'll gather me up with filmy wings
and my worries all will fade.
And I will survive the silence
that loving you has made.
I will survive the parting
and what it's done to me.
For the angels will decide my case
and help me to be free.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Flightless Bird
My world is caged in,
I can not fly away,
I can not soar in the clouds,
With the wind and the angels.
I am a flightless bird with clipped wings.
I sit here day in and day out,
I watch so many people coming in and going out,
They stay here so happy so proud,
And they leave again without any care in the world.
I am a flightless bird with clipped wings.
I remember each face,
I remember them all saying hi waiting for a reply of hello,
They don’t understand how it feels,
They don’t understand what it’s like.
To be a flightless bird with clipped wings.
Wings tucked and head held high I sit here,
I wear a smile on my face and I keep myself beautiful and happy,
But inside all I can see are the bars that surround me,
I can’t get past them I can only sit.
I am a flightless bird with clipped wings.
My world is a room full of people myself the center of attention,
Although I should not complain for this is my life,
And I make them smile I make the children laugh and look in my eyes,
And sometimes they look into my eyes and see my world through my eyes.
They know I am a flightless bird with clipped wings.
They’ll stand and watch me as I walk around in my cage,
They’ll be there with me and try to understand.
Then they’ll have to leave and they’ll look over their shoulders.,
And they look into my eyes one last time,
Before they fly away into the world to bring back stories for the flightless bird with clipped wings,
They are my connection to the world,
They show me what they see through their eyes,
They show me wonders and beauties of a world I’ve never seen,
They are my window to the outside,
In their mind I can be a flightless bird in a world of wonder and of flight.
I am only a small bird in a cage that sits in a hotel,
Sits and watches as the world around me fly’s by,
I wait for the occasional stranger who looks into my eyes with knowing,
Maybe a person who is like me like a flightless bird in a cage,
They are my wings, the wings of a flightless bird who’s wings are clipped.
I sit in my own world and watch as it all moves by,
Day after day I watch and I say what is expected of me,
I sit in my world and I go on my own steady journey,
A journey in which I am a silent observer,
A flightless bird with clipped wings in a world of ever changing skies.
By: Bethany Maxwell
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Endless Love
I speak frankly and applaud the sorrows,
My love for your Lord is as much as mine.
I am a bird of prey from a life before. How do I fly?
How do my wings betray the animals?
I have angels now, they experience the flight
From heavenly places, from heaven’s gates.
The death of hours is the shade for reclining,
I am in my grave from too much death, too many angels.
I am a slave for medicine and law, the exact happiness
So defined by the laws and principles to foreshadow me.
Love’s tavern experiences me with woes of passion,
I drink from divine springs of endless torrents.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Overnight Angels
(ian hunter)
In the heat of the indian summer
Out along the appalachian way
You can hear the sound of the overnight angels
As they pray
Charged by the light of some mariners lantern
Spitting out a cold but triangular spray
Cant you hear the screams of the overnight angels
As they play
Talking to the spirits through a silver curtain
Reaching out beyond the length of the light
You can catch a glimpse of an overnight angel
As he shines
Dancing through the toys of the dead and the living
Laughing at the poets changing their rhymes
Cant you feel the pulse of the overnight angels
Beating time
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels angels angels
Children of the junkies led the revolution
Push yourselves over get yourselves there
Someone throw their arms round the overnight angels
Cause they care
Angels dont need no phony religion
Throw them out along with the ethnic nowheres
They will never speak to the overnight angels
They can only stare
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels angels angels angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels angels angels angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels angels angels angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels angels angels angels
Angels angels angels angels
Angels angels angels angels
Angels angels angels angels
Overnight angels
Overnight angels
Talking about
The overnight angels
(fade)
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Angels On Assignment
Angels
get assigned
to specific
geological locations
specific cities towns
regions by order
of angelic seniority
the more important
destination location
the more important
the assigned angel
one angel responsible
for entire planet earth
one each for northern
southern hemispheres
then angels assigned continent
specific to Europe Asia Africa
North America South America
Australia Antarctica then islands
Angels assigned continents
are extremely important angels;
but are they doing badly? or well?
assigned briefly? or for millennia?
in for duration; an unseen war rages;
angels versus demons; war in heaven;
fought; since fall; in Garden of Eden;
like microscopic life; bacteria viruses;
All the angels
in America
in Europe
fighting wars...
war in heaven
war on earth
World War I
World War II...
Especially intense
extreme fighting
wearing what uniforms?
Issued angelic wings?
Carrying God
given swords?
Do angels die?
In body form?
Immoral souls
Immediately
resurrected
to fight other in
battles other wars?
unseen raging angelic war
with deadly consequences
like unseen bacteria viruses
raging within diseased body
unseen but real deadly peril
smiting down dead regardless
all men caught in crossfire or
struck down dead at Creator’s
command like angel of death
sent in plague against Pharaoh
like four angels still bound at river
Euphrates; to kill a third of mankind. Revelation 9: 14
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
see also God Bound Fallen Angels In The River Euphrates
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Visitation Of Susie Jo Improvisation 01 24 2009
Spirit discovers harmonies
without solid grounds
duration without frames
and the depth of thoughts
without angels, empty of virtue
discerns then leaves the body
at rest to rise to magnetize to adhere to storms
of the outside mind;
last night Susie Jo attended social gatherings
to present herself as dark chocolate
in her transcendent days of grief,
she wore her black skirt and red vest
her intervention and melatonin plasma
she spoke as radiant…
of her unbelieving period of grief
still lingering behind
her untouchable imminent visits
with uncertainty;
the lender offers a vehicle of death
to take her home again
the pardon offers her freedom
before life and death exchange places;
she transfigures from discontinued generations
the heart dies for her youth, for the rebirths,
moreover, duration of her invisible spirit.
poem by Lee B. Mack
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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.
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Angels Protection
Angels protect me from up above
angels send me all their love.
For I will begin to see angels soon
with my third eye and the light of the moon.
I don't need to leave my body at night
to see angels flying by.
Soon angels will appear
easily for anyone near.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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I Met Death
I was waiting, watching one day
When Death came along, looking
As if there was something he wanted to say
His hair was as black as the sky at night
And in the wind it blew like smoke
He had come a long way in his worn black cloak
So I invited him in and I did say
If you’d like to you can stay
But Death said:
“I’m only passing through
For the clock’s hands they say
They are ticking the seconds of my life away”
And I answered,
Thinking I’d misunderstood
As Death’s dark black eye gleamed under his dark black hood
“If your Death, how can you die? ”
You see, Death didn’t seem the kind to lie.
And Death wasn’t phased at all,
“No longer Death I may become,
Or so says He if I don’t complete
The most horrible, horrible, feat.
“The most horrible feat? ”
I had to say
Could it be so horrible,
That Death couldn’t say?
“Death, ” said Death, “is the horrible feat.”
And then he faded away, like smoke into the blue, blue sky
But I think, before he left, I might have seen him cry.
I had never in my life, seen Death again
Until the night I stood outside in the rain
When he said, “I’m sorry miss, but this is good bye.”
And I found out what it’s like to die.
So we went, and parted, to each our own way,
But one more time I want to heard Death say, “I’m sorry miss, -“
Marking the end of the day
poem by Jinny Tikanus
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Sleeping with the angels
sleeps keep the immortal soul at peace with
the eternity calls, the tranquility of our warm
heart recalls
as angels watch our deep snoring, every
breath wakes our imagination of what we want
in the most astonishing super hero of our dreams
the sole witness of our moving spirit to venture
beyond our human faculty, of being more than
we come to guide our steps for only
by following our strings of aspiration our mortal
body reaches beyond human satisfaction
lives not the fears of every immortal of tears, for
the night comes like lightning of the sky, swifting
thunders of the angels fury where echo of souls
cried for mercy, of the slaying angels of darkness
let every sleeps be a moment of unifying souls of
beauty, lying with angels memory, where each
stay is with in heaven's nest of rest, for every day
is a good sleep with an angel’s best
as you sleep, always make yourself happy, for in
every snoring, lying the angel’s touch of cooled
sleep, leaving you its angelic breath ready
to wake and see angels sleep
then you come to know that it’s the angels who sleep
with you...until Today
poem by Antonio Liao
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