two angels wept
hot tears of silence.
Until their
master mentioned,
quite casually,
that resurrection was
foregone conclusion.
I am no angel
but I could be
with you when
the raindrops of
my love
would cover you,
perhaps you’d ask me
then to drink them back.
And two new angels
would go to sleep together,
to share each other.
All angels would be smiling.
Similar Posts
The nicest thing that can be said about an Onk
But what we know about this freak who’s ventured backshe should be strung upon the people’s torture rack.She neither has nor will acquire decent thoughtand in her skull one finds the essence that is caughtby fleeting glimpses of carcinogens to provethat only scum will dribble into its own groove.Shall we then chase her from these…
Hot pokers fell into my well.
It’s been so many moons.She took my blood,and analysed it all.Those were the days,she had the expertise,the looks and when she said,let’s walk, we missed the frigging bus,and walk we did, as underfoota thousand maple leaves,discarded and alone,sang out in agony of sorts,we paid no heed, but didfor decades yet to come,store all the music…
You asked if my poetic skills
namely a basin of foul smellingregurgitate, there is no tellingwhat someone sees in poetryfor me it’s what the gods decreesomewhere the talent lies and sleepsuntil the time comes where he keepsit under wraps no longer, hiddenand out it comes, at times unbidden.Poetic skills are not for allsome do prefer the shopping Mallbut those who can…
It seems that ugly zinger rats
This overestimated feelingsees them attempt to reach the ceilingwhere others really fear to treadbut just one blow and they are dead.It think that at the Holy Seeall rats are taught to poop and peein ways designed to smear all othersthey even dump upon their brothers.But when they climb to do their featstheir balls hang out…
A blind hen
undoubtedly,findthe occasional grain.Even ifblindand deafand paraplegic,as well asfull ofhatred,ignored byroosters andother chickens,this truthwould stillapply.It’s alla matter ofthe kindnessof our God.
Ineptness rears its ugly nose
itself regardless of the host.And he who fears the shame the mostis at the mercy of the masses,so, in return, he calls them ‘asses’,makes comments that are so inept,it would be better had he keptthem in that little cranial vault.But, then again, those who cry HALTbefore they do remove all doubtare not the ones who…