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LawrenceSPertillar

TheGamePlayersOfAmerica

The game players of America, Are first bred in our neighborhoods. They are conditioned to be gangsters, Crooks and hoodlums. And put on trial for their criminal denials. The game players of America, Are taught to deceive, lie and cheat. Hussel stolen goods on urban streets. Go to some church to pray and sing. And on Wednesdays study Bible verse... To enable them to be forgiven, For the sins upon themselves they bring. The game players of America, Are part Hollywood mixed with truth. Part naïve, innocent and uncouth. And mentally driven to anything falsified that shines. Conditioned with materialistic mindsets. And quick to claim what is theirs... With a factor that begins, With a carelessness most times. The game players of America, Can be said to be thoughtless, rude and self indulgent. But if they are not into the game to win... Losing for them, Becomes a taxpayers involvement. And high are taxes found, In cities or towns... Where they are not known to go down! Like the blood that's shed and spread on the ground. However... Rose colored glasses, Are on the eyes of everyone. Distributed free at birth! And religiously worn. Whether folks are conducting daily business... Or hiding behind them hypocritically in some church!

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DelmoreSchwartz

TheGreatestThingInNorthAmerica

This is the greatest thing in North America: Europe is the greatest thing in North America! High in the sky, dark in the heart, and always there Among the natural powers of sunlight and of air, Changing, second by second, shifting and changing the light, Bring fresh rain to the stone of the library steps. Under the famous names upon the pediment: Thales, Aristotle, Cicero, Augustine, Scotus, Galileo, Joseph, Odysseus, Hamlet, Columbus and Spinoza, Anna Karenina, Alyosha Karamazov, Sherlock Holmes. And the last three also live upon the silver screen Three blocks away, in moonlight's artificial day, A double bill in the darkened palace whirled, And the veritable glittering light of the turning world's Burning mind and blazing imagination, showing, day by day And week after week the desires of the heart and mind Of all the living souls yearning everywhere From Canada to Panama, from Brooklyn to Paraguay, From Cuba to Vancouver, every afternoon and every night.

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GrahamJones

AnAngelOfGrace

An angel of grace With beauty to spare Eyes of pure amber And velvet soft hair So lithe and so sleek Her skin soft and white A vision from heaven A breath taking sight Full of love and compassion Faith and desire She touches my heart With fingers of fire She harbours my soul In sweet dreams of bliss Awaiting with fervour The touch of her kiss To send me to heaven Or condemn me to hell This Russian roulette Cast under her spell.

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DavidKeig

AngerFeedsUponItself

Anger is a virus That needs not even air To propagate contagion Whenever it is shared. Anger can't be placed in quarantine To contain its vicious spread For anger feeds upon itself And burns a flaming red. Anger is all consuming Anger does not desist From destroying sensibilites In that haze of its red mist.

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LeonidesSSales

ThePresidentOfTheUnitedStatesOfAmerica

W orld renowned political figure I ntellectual person, a vigorous leader L eadership is the key to your success L oving, caring, generous, a religious man I ndustrious, incredibly lucky, great ability, a glorious victory A lways a devoted man to your family and country M an with guts, your dreams came true J ust only a man of integrity can make this nation great again E nergetic, excellent achievements, a successful President F reedom-fighter, man of the masses, pride of the west F ormer youngest Governor in America, 1978, of Little Rock, Arkansas, a familiar figure in the political community E ternal lover, husband, First Lady Madam Hillary Rodham Clinton, Chelsea, charming daughter R esourceful, reserved, a dignified man S axophonist, a talented, handsome musician, son of a humble mother, Virginia, a nurse O nly a man like you can make America safe and a beautiful place to live in N oble, magnificent, wonderful human being C ommander-in-Chief of the Armed Forces of the United States, the most powerful nation in the world L oyalty to your native land, may God bless you I nspiration of the younger generations N othing is impossible for a man of high caliber like you T oday, tomorrow and forever, your name, one of the great men in history O utgoing personality, open and accessible, one of the most extraordinary persons in American history N ever to forget a gentleman, trustworthy, with a Christian heart.

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JamesWeldonJohnson

ToAmerica

How would you have us, as we are? Or sinking 'neath the load we bear? Our eyes fixed forward on a star? Or gazing empty at despair? Rising or falling? Men or things? With dragging pace or footsteps fleet? Strong, willing sinews in your wings? Or tightening chains about your feet?

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PercyByssheShelley

ToTheRepublicansOfNorthAmerica

I. Brothers! between you and me Whirlwinds sweep and billows roar: Yet in spirit oft I see On thy wild and winding shore Freedom’s bloodless banners wave,-- Feel the pulses of the brave Unextinguished in the grave,-- See them drenched in sacred gore,-- Catch the warrior's gasping breath Murmuring 'Liberty or death!' II. Shout aloud! Let every slave, Crouching at Corruption's throne, Start into a man, and brave Racks and chains without a groan: And the castle's heartless glow, And the hovel's vice and woe, Fade like gaudy flowers that blow-- Weeds that peep, and then are gone Whilst, from misery's ashes risen, Love shall burst the captive's prison. III. Cotopaxi! bid the sound Through thy sister mountains ring, Till each valley smile around At the blissful welcoming! And, O thou stern Ocean deep, Thou whose foamy billows sweep Shores where thousands wake to weep Whilst they curse a villain king, On the winds that fan thy breast Bear thou news of Freedom's rest! IV. Can the daystar dawn of love, Where the flag of war unfurled Floats with crimson stain above The fabric of a ruined world? Never but to vengeance driven When the patriot's spirit shriven Seeks in death its native Heaven! There, to desolation hurled, Widowed love may watch thy bier, Balm thee with its dying tear.

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RobertSeymourBridges

ToTheUnitedStatesOfAmerica

Brothers in blood! They who this wrong began To wreck our commonwealth, will rue the day When first they challenged freeman to the fray, And with the Briton dared the American. Now are we pledged to win the Rights of man: Labour and Justice now shall have their way, And in a League of Peace -- God grant we may -- Transform the earth, not patch up the old plan. Sure is our hope since he who led your nation Spake for mankind, and ye arose in awe Of that high call to work the world's salvation; Clearing your minds of all estrangling blindness In the vision of Beauty and the Spirit's law, Freedom and Honour and sweet Lovingkindness.

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AlgernonCharlesSwinburne

ToWaltWhitmanInAmerica

Send but a song oversea for us, Heart of their hearts who are free, Heart of their singer, to be for us More than our singing can be; Ours, in the tempest at error, With no light but the twilight of terror; Send us a song oversea! Sweet-smelling of pine-leaves and grasses, And blown as a tree through and through With the winds of the keen mountain-passes, And tender as sun-smitten dew; Sharp-tongued as the winter that shakes The wastes of your limitless lakes, Wide-eyed as the sea-line's blue. O strong-winged soul with prophetic Lips hot with the bloodheats of song, With tremor of heartstrings magnetic, With thoughts as thunders in throng, With consonant ardours of chords That pierce men's souls as with swords And hale them hearing along, Make us too music, to be with us As a word from a world's heart warm, To sail the dark as a sea with us, Full-sailed, outsinging the storm, A song to put fire in our ears Whose burning shall burn up tears, Whose sign bid battle reform; A note in the ranks of a clarion, A word in the wind of cheer, To consume as with lightning the carrion That makes time foul for us here; In the air that our dead things infest A blast of the breath of the west, Till east way as west way is clear. Out of the sun beyond sunset, From the evening whence morning shall be, With the rollers in measureless onset, With the van of the storming sea, With the world-wide wind, with the breath That breaks ships driven upon death, With the passion of all things free, With the sea-steeds footless and frantic, White myriads for death to bestride In the charge of the ruining Atlantic Where deaths by regiments ride, With clouds and clamours of waters, With a long note shriller than slaughter's On the furrowless fields world-wide, With terror, with ardour and wonder, With the soul of the season that wakes When the weight of a whole year's thunder In the tidestream of autumn breaks, Let the flight of the wide-winged word Come over, come in and be heard, Take form and fire for our sakes. For a continent bloodless with travail Here toils and brawls as it can, And the web of it who shall unravel Of all that peer on the plan; Would fain grow men, but they grow not, And fain be free, but they know not One name for freedom and man? One name, not twain for division; One thing, not twain, from the birth; Spirit and substance and vision, Worth more than worship is worth; Unbeheld, unadored, undivined, The cause, the centre, the mind, The secret and sense of the earth. Here as a weakling in irons, Here as a weanling in bands, As a prey that the stake-net environs, Our life that we looked for stands; And the man-child naked and dear, Democracy, turns on us here Eyes trembling with tremulous hands It sees not what season shall bring to it Sweet fruit of its bitter desire; Few voices it hears yet sing to it, Few pulses of hearts reaspire; Foresees not time, nor forehears The noises of imminent years, Earthquake, and thunder, and fire: When crowned and weaponed and curbless It shall walk without helm or shield The bare burnt furrows and herbless Of war's last flame-stricken field, Till godlike, equal with time, It stand in the sun sublime, In the godhead of man revealed. Round your people and over them Light like raiment is drawn, Close as a garment to cover them Wrought not of mail nor of lawn; Here, with hope hardly to wear, Naked nations and bare Swim, sink, strike out for the dawn. Chains are here, and a prison, Kings, and subjects, and shame; If the God upon you be arisen, How should our songs be the same? How, in confusion of change, How shall we sing, in a strange Land, songs praising his name? God is buried and dead to us, Even the spirit of earth, Freedom; so have they said to us, Some with mocking and mirth, Some with heartbreak and tears; And a God without eyes, without ears, Who shall sing of him, dead in the birth? The earth-god Freedom, the lonely Face lightening, the footprint unshod, Not as one man crucified only Nor scourged with but one life's rod; The soul that is substance of nations, Reincarnate with fresh generations; The great god Man, which is God. But in weariest of years and obscurest Doth it live not at heart of all things, The one God and one spirit, a purest Life, fed from unstanchable springs? Within love, within hatred it is, And its seed in the stripe as the kiss, And in slaves is the germ, and in kings. Freedom we call it, for holier Name of the soul's there is none; Surelier it labours if slowlier, Than the metres of star or of sun; Slowlier than life into breath, Surelier than time into death, It moves till its labour be done. Till the motion be done and the measure Circling through season and clime, Slumber and sorrow and pleasure, Vision of virtue and crime; Till consummate with conquering eyes, A soul disembodied, it rise From the body transfigured of time. Till it rise and remain and take station With the stars of the worlds that rejoice; Till the voice of its heart's exultation Be as theirs an invariable voice; By no discord of evil estranged, By no pause, by no breach in it changed, By no clash in the chord of its choice. It is one with the world's generations, With the spirit, the star, and the sod; With the kingless and king-stricken nations, With the cross, and the chain, and the rod; The most high, the most secret, most lonely, The earth-soul Freedom, that only Lives, and that only is God.

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BJAyers

WakeUpAmerica

Wake up America, Why can’t you see, An evil is pursuing both you and me, We must wake up, I issue this plea, Nations are falling, for all to see. To conquer the world, is evils desire, To take away freedoms, for all they acquire, Not only for us, but their own they require, To control your life, is their desire. Wake up America, not later but now, Religion is used, as their golden plow, To take your freedoms, to make you bow, The freedom that’s yours, they will not allow A religion of many, it’s theirs to choose, A right that’s fair which they should not loose, The right to worship, but not to excuse, A terrorist action and a religion they misuse Wake up America, before it’s too late, For one’s you love, and children’s fate, To choose your life, you cannot abate, For the sword is thrust, At America’s fate.

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LonnieHicks

WeCannotAmericaVotes

In America we are about to vote on what is to be our political Soul; Will America finally become reconciled to and surpass our past move through and beyond 20th century capitalism? whether generations can meet in between; whether granddad's view of the past; his dislikes and loyalties predominate; or whether the grandchildren will say: 'I know granddad what you think but I just don't think about it that way.' In every town and hamlet every suburb and city the lines form and the hearts vote to express what each soul believes about what is the best for all of us. What is Best America? Or is it what is the best America for me? This is not the fork in the road; this is the new road. This is no disagreement; it is a different brain thinking. All the world is becoming joined. All the world now common crisis bound; wondering whether to cling to wallet issues or the ideologue; whether to accept change or stay with the comfortable and the known; whether to continence me and mine or change to or join with those different than me, those who march away following that sign ear-marked 'the future times.' Demographics plus luck determines all our fates; How much progress is it to destroy the planet for false security and baubles? What is good a computer which poisons the soil? What price the comforts we crave as we resist the obvious; which is we must re-learn simpler ways. And we can. Yes, we can. We cannot afford to can not or not can.

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LonnieHicks

WhatDoesAmericaNeedToDoToSurvive

The first area to look into is those pillars of American success I identified above: Cheap Labor, Cheap Energy, Cheap Food and a country filled with natural resources. To this list I will now add, a decent birth rate or immigrant flow, small town and technical green enclave investment, income distribution reform, land distribution reforms, banking and financial reforms and a re-thinking of the purposes of an economy. Cheap labor built this country, from the Chinese coming to lay the track for the railroads, to the Africans working the cotton in the South, to the immigrants from Europe who cleared the land in the west, who worked the factories, fought the wars and made America what it is today. Needless to say the labor scene is not the same today. Cheap labor has been outsourced to other countries. The American middle class has not only been abandoned but 40% of American savings were taken from them and their homes, their major asset, are now selling for half the purchase price to those very same interests which took the savings and the land. We are heading for a two class system, therefore, the rich and the poor. Certainly that is the pattern becoming evident in many of our cities. In addition, there is the lack of labor, cheap or otherwise, which is the demographic issue. Americans are not having children, nor are Europeans and the demographics are becoming clear: By 2050, some demographic studies show, the reproducing populations of Russia, Britain, France and Italy will, in essence, cease to exist and the traditional populations will be replaced by immigrants from other countries. The same trends are evident in the United States as well. Latin American birth rates outstrip those of Americans and demography become destiny, in a flice. So, as we age in this country, we see a younger population replacing an older one, of a very different stripe. Our children will learn more Spanish in the short-run but English will have resurgence in the next generation. What is to be done in this context is now our challenge. The first issue in the short run is the economy. The country will, and already has, in certain communities become a two-economy society. Why should I, nor can I, compete for basic living necessities with individuals earning 2-3 times more than I do? A two-economy solution, whether created or defacto-realized seems inevitable. The rich will likely not be allowed to shop in the second economy where the price of necessities can be artificially raised in a so-called 'free market.' This solution creates a low-cost economy of necessities for those who provide the labor. This makes sense and many do this to survive anyway today. Thrift shops, discount stores, Walmarts all attest to the fact that the middle class cannot afford middle class and upper middle class prices. The second pillar of revamping the labor force (the one above creates an economy which works for them) is to have that labor force become more self-sufficient and not be susceptible to being wiped out by Wall Street machinations and global trends in far away countries. This means the re-claiming of productive land and small towns where they can be supportive of a laboring population. Bartering, co-ops, low living costs, plus a land reform policy can make the country side more productive and sustainable especially in the context of greening these small towns to produce energy for re-sale to the grid. Believe it or not Detroit is trying this approach. Tear the detoriated buildings down, down-size the city, allow for population loss, put in self-sufficient gardening and farming plots, bring in technological enclaves. This is an admission that the city model does not work, at least in Detroit. Now you have idle workers in small towns all over the country. We can make those small towns productive with massive investments. How you say is that possible? More tomorrow. February 18,2010 - Survival Chapter Three As I have stated elsewhere our children, will not be able to afford the suburban home of the past. In the cities they will be forced and are, already, living three to five a house or apartment. High unemployment will remain with us and a revamping of the economy from a service emphasis to a new high-tech, green emphasis will take time. What to do. Here are a few modest proposals about what to do with the labor force, idle out there and hurting. 1-Create a massive internal peace corp. Put people to work re-vamping small towns for their change-over to a more self-sustaining model. This includes local organic food stuffs, grown and consumed. Free up land for this purpose. People will grow gardens. Put money into green training and irrigation projects. Bring people languishing unproductively in the cities back into these very same small towns. Bring back and support local and regional banks and co-ops of various kinds, crops, loans, machinery, techno co-ops can work if local. Remember what happens when we allow Wall Street to become our bankers? . Take those same highly educated city grads, currently living five to an apartment, and give them money to go back home to their own small towns, or others to help set up the infrastructure need to fuel this internal peace corp re-generation of America. Move people out of the cities with incentives to go back to the small town or the medium sized town. We have technology now where we don't need to congregate in cities to be productive, that was an industrial model where you needed the labor force close and available near ports and transportation hubs. We don't need this so much in this post industrial era. Has this model been tried? Sure. Dependent wage-earners in the city are an economic failure. We should admit it and go local and regional. The poor won't be poor if they are given the means to access the basics of life. The middle class can revert to the community help model that is still in place in many small towns, and has been for centuries. After all, most of the world was a small town model until populations were forced into the cities to serve the needs of robber barons. Now the second aspect of reform is to take the technological enclaves I have described and integrate them into what I have described above. I have noted that much of the information revolution is actually driven by a few high skilled enclaves around the world and by relatively few people. They are Silicon valley-like enclaves in California, China, Singapore, France, Germany, Hong-Kong etc. These enclaves are small towns where participants know one another and exchange ideas. This is the second model of small town regeneration. These type two small towns are to be in contact with type one small towns and can become training cadres for small town re-generation. How? Give them tax breaks to do so and guess what they will have at their disposal; cheap labor from the sources we identified above. That is what we need to do in the short run, town by town. So we have a new source of cheap labor, idle now but can become productive again. Empty the cities, get people out of what are inefficient enclaves and get them to places where the population can begin to benefit itself not a few hundred thousand rich souls who control city life. Ah, not possible you say? The choice here is stark: Either we organize this new re-generation by planful means or it will occur in an unplanned way, which is to say people abandoning the cities and invading the country side looking for the means to survive. Be mindful here that any disaster of any meaningful proportions will initiate this process anyway and we will not have planned for it A last stark fact: The average grocer has three days worth of food on the shelves. People will invade the country side looking for food and this will be the plan I just discussed being initiated the hard way. And that is ugly. The collapse of centralized authority, unplanned, happened with the collapse of the Roman Empire, initiating the Dark Ages, happened, in fact, in the bible as I have argued above, and happened with the collapse of Egyptian rule in Canaan. It happened with Katrina. Any breakdown from natural or man-made sources will create the pattern I describe above. February 22,2010 'What Does America Need To Survive? ' Chapter 4 Have there been other examples of civilizations abandoning the city as unworkable; or central authority collasping, of abandoning empire as unworkable? The Mayans abandoned pyramid building, the Greeks, the Babylonians, the French, the British, the Romans, countless examples. Most large scale centralized authority systems fall down. They are not generally pulled down. The most recent example is that of the Russians who abandoned their empire as unworkable. It is part of a normal pattern. So now to get to the detail. Include the army in the small town regeneration project, along with the young and the college-educated. Many of them have ties to these small towns and it would be a home coming. Have the technological enclaves close by with small towns providing labor in exchange for training. Isn't that what the Army does anyway? Focus efforts in regeneration on greening and self-sufficiency. These would be key. This would mean small truck farms, wind, solar and the techno-enclave would be in proximity. And, ultimately, able to produce energy for the gird. Of course, there will be a fight over the land. Currently developers, banks, railroads, utilities and the US government own most of the land in the country. There would have to be a new land use policy. Survival is at stake. But the fight could be won because small states dominate in the US Senate and a deal could be struck because their states would benefit from such a plan. Think of it. Most of the wasted resources in this country are utilized keeping the cities afloat. They are not economic, crime ridden, have no real products they produce, have teeming unemployment looming and bound to get worse and net resource wasters. They demand massive investments in transportation, food, energy and give little back in terms of long-term sustainability. Young people, the idle, the technologically advanced are better utilized on the country-side landscape. Just a thought. So cheap labor is possible to put back into the American equation. As I am fond of saying, this will happen well and planned or ill-planned and ugly. February 26,2010 'Survive' The next item in tandem is cheap energy. Above we have mentioned wind and solar. We add to the list battery power, and nuclear power. There are ideas around the idea of clean coal and cheap oil, but we are better off looking at fuel substitutes that include vegetable oils and other grain based fuels. At the very least stockpiles ought to be created for the emergencies which will surely come in the future. But will all this be enough, timely and efficient in the face of climate change, aging populations, declining incomes, looming depression, and political paralysis? Such timing is critical, the answer is unknown. However, we have no choice in the energy field; we must act as if we will succeed. The overall goal is clear; create a society which city and country-side produce net energy give-backs to the grid. Friends of mine stated part of the problem succinctly, “Why re-build an outmoded infrastructure; build the new one directly.' On the energy level the task is a delicate one: We have to build the boat we are sailing to Europe on while sailing to Europe. The reason that this is even to be looked at is that you can do this if you build the boat as a series of rafts strung together. Those rafts are small towns. Seen this way, it is possible to accomplish the task. Of course there is not enough money in the world to re-build the old infrastructure, but a green infra-structure is possible under scenarios I outline below. That structure is cheaper in the long run, more competitive, locally controlled and has cheaper labor costs, as I have outlined above. The next issue is cheap food. America has long been the bread basket of the world but that small-farmer model of production has long been replaced by big agriculture which now means genetic farming where corn itself has reduced strains available and many of them owned, repeat, owned by the Monsanto's of the world. It is illegal to grow the corn without their permission. This, of course, changes the cheap food equation. If grain seed and indeed water, and the very air can become private property then the house of cards will collapse. Clearly this system is not sustainable and is not viable as a public good. Re-generation will have to be accompanied by a re-thinking of who owns food grains. Who owns water, land, air? It is instructive to even have to discuss these issues this way. What hath progress wrought? How can food be re-democratized? It will have to be. Hungry people will find a way to feed their families and Monsanto and their patents will have to stand aside and let people grow what ever they want. Now a potential catalyst in all of this are returning veterans from our two wars. (War is a form of employment which is why it so easily becomes popular.) These folks, having made sacrifices for the country will come home, assuming the wars end, will need jobs and there are none. They will need medical care, in a medical system which is broken. They will need re-training, in a country which is cutting college budgets. Something similar happened after World War one and those vets marched on Washington. It can happen again. These might when they and their families find they cannot make a living once back home. They are good candidates for re-generation projects where living costs will be lower and green re-training possible. But the potential volatility of that issue remains. The two economy solution will become more apparent with these veterans back home. After all we have an example of this with the military itself where the internal military economy runs on it own terms not those of the general American economy. So what then is the next issue to be solved? We need to look at small town economic models and their regional counterparts. Tomorrow. February 27,2010 'Survive' The economic picture is glum, but things will sort themselves out well or badly. Let's concentrate on well. The first item many of you have mentioned is the issue of where will the money come from to institute many of the ideas I have outlined above. Bob mentioned the national debt, two wars, and a trillion dollar deficit. All true. The national debt is 12.4 trillion dollars and soon the interest payments against that debt will be the second largest item in the national budget. What will happen? What can happen? Can we or our children pay this debt? No, not right now. What will likely happen is either default or re-structuring. We owe the money to the Chinese and the Japanese mostly and we will likely simply restructure with both and create new lower payments. They might, and likely will agree, to the extent they can see their exports increase to us in our re-generation efforts here. They could get some debt funds paid back in that way, along with currency re-valuation in the Chinese example. And guess who will be in China, utilizing that cheap labor-US companies who can produce for the US market utilizing this foreign labor and also help create that green market back home as well. This has synergy. Sloppy synergy but yes synergy. Inevitable? No. But a logical path. The two wars cost about 120 billion a year and have to be wound down slowly so as to not exacerbate all those towns dependent upon military contracts in the United States and all those countries dependent upon US military bases abroad. We are a war-dependent economy seeking to become a peace economy that will take time, say 20 years. So the first step in economic re-generation will be the global changes described above from the perspective of the United States. We can't pay. Besides we need the money for the internal changes above or we pay in internal disruptions from economic chaos if we don't act. Think 20 rolling Katrina's due to water shortages in one case, food shortages in another case, rising inflation which make the dollar worth a lot less, transportation breakdowns, terrorist attacks etc. We are a fragile over-technologized society, and so interdependent that five airplanes can bring our economy to its knees. This is not good. Now the small town answer here is therefore a good idea not only for economic reasons but for strict military reasons as well. Ninety-five percent of the people living on one percent of the land is a bad idea militarily. Disbursement is a better idea. Now the mix we are talking about here is one of small-town, regional and yes some cities where cities make sense. But the basis of the American future has to be local, upgraded with technology, not massed populations in vulnerable cities. Re-generation is re-building America from the bottom up and abandoning top-down systems. So how much time will this all take and what are the barriers? March 1,2010 'Survival' A wise sage once said 'What to do is easy, but the first step of what to do is the problem.' The same is true here. The answer to the question of how long we have to accomplish certain critical first steps is a function of how long will the first steps take. And what are those first steps? Here we go: The country has to be put on a disaster footing, whether that disaster is any of the calamities I have described above or some one not yet conceived. Here is what I think we have to do, over what time line, with what human power sources and at what cost: 1-Just as we have voting booths and places in every community in the United States we must do the same for the regeneration effort. We will need in an emergency, power, medical, housing food, water, and energy and ways to move people efficiently. We partially have this in place with F.E.M.A but I would not bet my life on their help, would you? The first scenario is the three to-five day survival period. In a disaster we want people to be self-sufficient and be able to survive for at least three-to five days after an event or in general: -That is every home must have five days of food, non-perishable (remember, we assume no power will be available) -Each home must have or access to five days of clean water -Each home must have access to an emergency medical kit -Each home must have a shortwave radio kit or access to same -Each home must have a fuel generation kit, assuming gasoline supplies will quickly become depleted -Each home must have access to the ability to produce heat or fire -Each home must have a tent for temporary shelter if necessary. -Each home must have seed grains for a vegetable garden (yes, let's think ahead) -Each home must have a 12 volt battery, an auto battery will do and, add two bicycles, and a crowbar and rope. -Each block must have a disaster warden, someone who would get training in the above items and their use; a paid position. Right now some homes have these items, most don't. Some communities have their processes in place, some don't. Shopping list item one for the state and federal government: Have our re-generation work force, (remember these folks?) create 'Survival Support Kits' on every block in America. Kit production will provide jobs; make survivability a real option for Americans not only for natural disasters but other kinds of slow degeneration from economic collapse as well. These kits will be on every block, or within walking distance and supplement those home supplies I have described above. Why all this effort? The worse thing you can have is millions of people in the cities on the move after five days looking for food or trying to escape the chaos of the cities. There are massive issues with this kind of movement. You want folks to hunker down in place and survive for at least five days to ten days until state or federal efforts can be mounted. Hunkering down also makes security for these communities easier, rather than dealing with a scattered population on the move. The details of how you get fuel without gasoline I will spare you but survivalists know them well. How much will this effort cost? Unknown, but my guess is each kit and its mobile container will cost in materials about 750 dollars. Labor costs would be about 500 per kit, transportation, training and placement and after support: about 2,500 dollars per kit for the first year. Let's add contingency costs and the kit total is 5,000 per unit. How many units? Let's say a million units installed in each of five years: 25 billion. Of course there are other costs as well. All we have here is survival days one through five. But what about after the five to ten day period I have postulated. More on that tomorrow. March 2,2010 'Survival' All of the above effort gets us five to ten days of sufficing, mostly in the city. Beyond the ten-day mark there is a lot more to do. Moreover, what I have described above is mostly related to the cities. The country side effort is presumed to be in place from the other efforts described above and will have similar outlines as the city effort except that the Army, state and federal forces will lead that effort. After ten days cities will be out of food and masses of individuals will head toward the country-side to escape what will be an increasingly chaotic and dangerous city environment; people use guns to get what they need, looting, dogs running in packs, sanitation issues erupt right away. Terrible.. These patterns of behavior are not uncommon; we see them in every prolonged disaster or emergency. Most of these ideas work in fire, earthquake, terrorist action, drought, power failure, water issues etc. They are not great for nuclear war. There all bets are off. Now in the country side you have to have in place before the above disasters or slowly degenerating circumstances (the latter is more likely) reception centers to receive the city dwellers. Housing, kits, medical attention, sustainability planning all will have to be done before hand. The kits I speak of have to be along major exit routes and highways out of the urban areas and final destination points have to be marked out before hand to handle millions of people. Food stuffs, water purification, temporary governmental functioning, security issues, communication, transportation and mobility- all issues that this country has not acted upon and may have to. A slow moving degeneration of our financial systems in the easiest to deal with. But think back to October 1929. The collapse of the stock market put millions on the road looking for food and work. Then most people had country cousins who grew food. Today this is not the case today. This can happen again and we have done nothing to anticipate or prepare. What will a truly national or even regional effort look like? We build that infrastructure block by block, city by city, region by region focusing our effort based on what areas, cities or regions have the best sustainability components and spend money in those areas which do not. The have's are put to work creating sustainability for the have-nots. But details and costs loom here. How can this be done in the next twenty years-an arbitrary time period, but one I think is the last window we have to have gotten much of this in place. We create hubs, local and regional until a national network is in place. The jobs it will create will help. The products, all aligned with sustainability and green goals give the country a future in the global economy, and we come out if it stronger militarily and mentally. But as always the question is what comes first, who does it, how much will it cost and how effective will this effort be? March 3,2010 'Survival' The mounting of a national effort encompassing a local, regional and country-wide effort will take twenty years. It will involve a simultaneous re-vamping of the American economy and political structure such that local self-sufficiency to the maximum degree possible is built into the new system. Our issues with infra-structure, energy, power, food etc are all based upon the assumption that the present system will be in place when clearly the present system needs to be totally re-conceptualized. The maxim is that with every complex system at some point there simply isn't enough brain power at the top to manage systems when they reach a certain size, no matter how much technology we throw at it. The dream that we could automate our way to a well run system is a dream. It happens over and over again with empires, cities and even small regions. People run systems best who are close to the production of its basic outlines. What if I were President? What would I do? Well the American people, and others in other countries, do not really believe that life can change from what it currently is. We are paralyzed into complacency, feel powerless to change anything and not sure if we really want to see much change. As one of my students said, 'Will I still be able to still play piano? ' Now the first thing I would do is to shake up the situation with new Federal law that would place in each American home the basic needs I have outlined above for the first line of defense in the event of an emergency in American cities. Each home or block would receive one of the kits I describe at a cost of five hundred per kit. This is the 'wake-up call' approach.Things have to be shaken up. Kick the mule to get his attention. This is a signal that we as Americans are vulnerable to various emergencies and must make preparations. I would bill it as the first steps toward local control and de-centralization, away from centralized banks and financial systems to more local ones, to more local political and social control, to a more self-sufficient country; re-building America from the bottom up and creating new self-sufficiency green and smart jobs. This is true re-organization and cheaper by far than the current centralized system which mostly benefit, life-time politicians, lobbyists and the rich. That is America's future if America is going to survive and compete in the global economy of the future. If this is not done the current situation where the top five percent of the population has control over more wealth that the bottom ninety-five percent will create social unrest of enormous proportions and a re-alignment will occur through the messy method and social unrest, rather than through the ways I am proposing here. Let's hope we all come to our senses. Update June 15,2010 An interesting question here is how do the re-generation principles above match up with an actual emergency, such as the BP oil spill? The above was written before the spill but it provides an example of what is happening and how, if a re-generation plan had been in place, things would be different. First we have a spill, the largest in American history which will contaminate over 1/3 of the Gulf of Mexico, is an environmental disaster, will affect the livelihood of thousands along the coast and inland as well, among some some the poorest states in the Union. Unemployment, damaged tourism, and decay will be with the regions for years. And to boot we are treated to a scene where politicians parade across our tv screens promising relief but delivering none, in it mainly to get their faces on TV and hoping thereby to get re-elected, no FEMA springs into action, and payments have to come from BP and meantime how are people going to feed themselves, and make boat and house payments? A mess. Now under re-generation, first of all, BP would be required to click a computer screen and transfer a few billion dollars directly to local banks who where the individuals involved could draw upon. This would take a few minutes. Right now they are sending checks after a claims process. But we have no local banks. Besides the politicians want credit for relief because that means votes for them. Too quick relief and they become irrelevant. Local banking structures who have the house note and the boat note could and would be in place under regeneration. There is no subsitute for a local person who knows each individual in the community and their needs. If BP didn't transfer the money then the Federal Reserve or the Federal government should or under re-generation would be required to.. It is a down payment on ultimate claims but people in an emergency need money now, not later. Have I mentioned local co-ops. They are even better than local banks but many don't have the electronic transfer techology to handle some tranactions and don't hold the mortgages and boat notes. Credit unions are also good choices, but same problem. We have to build these under re-generation. Second, given what is a slow moving disaster a livelihood for millions has now been destroyed. Where will they find work? Many, as was the case with Katrina will abandon the old jobs and livelihood and we will see decay, boarded up business and migration. Under re-generation a self-sufficient plan would be in place to have those unemployed be employed locally in techno and small town enclaves and available for disaster relief. There would have been a plan B. There is no plan B now in place in the Gulf and there was no plan B; and there is no plan B even being planned for the Hurricane season upcoming. Hurricane season. Boy is there a need for plan B. When the winds arrive what hopes for a return to normalcy might be dashed and millions will be in need or at least on the move. Are we preparing? Nope. The states say we have no money. The Fed says BP is going to pay, BP is going to say hey, the people responsible for rig safety are registered in the Marshall Islands and can't be touched. A court battle will take years and people will be long discouraged or gone and nobody will in the end will take responsibility. The moral of this tale is clear: Communities have to plan for self-sufficiency against man-made and natural disasters. Plan for food, energy, and the labor force to rebuild or sustain what is in place. The large enties, the government, BP etc can't and don't have an interest in helping. It is not profitable for the oil company to give away too much money, and is useful to the politicians only in as much as they can get votes out of it for the next election. After that they move on to the next photo op. We have to think that the self-sufficient frontier societies of 150 years ago have to be wedded to the techo innovations of today to keep this country going and for it to thrive. Be sure to write your congress person. June 20,2010 Now that BP has come up with 20 billion the first interesting point is that it could not deliver the funds directly or quickly to the people who need it. No, they gave the money to the US government. Be prepared for a long wait while the state and local politicians hop a plane to washington to see if they can get their hands on that money and control of it's distribution so as to dole it out to friends, supporters who can help them get re-elected while the people in the gulf deplete their life savings, go into debt, search for other work, prepare for cleanup which might last years, contemplate that 1/3 of the gulf being poisioned, while the marshlands affected by the spill die and make the land areas more vunerable to hurricanes just months away. Things ain't going so swell. So what to do? First get the money out of the US hands to local banks and /or co-ops formed by the communities themselves, composed of the members of that community. (A pipe dream I know) But some people have formed communities and they ought to be encouraged. Secondly, a regional disaster recovery plan ought to be instituted following the steps I have outlined above. (Has anyone heard from FEMA lately?) We ought to be hiring the unemployed and the skilled to go down to institute the plan on a regional basis. First we need to implement the short term emergency plan I outlined about while simultaneouly instituting the long term plans I identified.Note here the the ability of residents in the area to earn a livelihood from the Gulf may be affected for many years. A new plan for the small towns in the area has to be created So what is to be the new self-sustaining model for the area? Obviously the last plan of depending upon the sea and tourism didn't work so well. I like the idea of desalination of the sea, solar power and water power from the Gulf. Make the hurricanes pay from them selves by harnassing the wind to produce electricity. Just a thought. Here would be cheap energy, cheap labor and we could introduce elements of cheap food. Will this happen? Only God knows, but I would not take odds on it.

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EdwardRStinerSr

AnAngel

An Angel came one morning, A visit he did pay. That angel took my baby, And tore my heart away. So innocent was my baby, An angel in my eye. My baby didn't whimper, Only gave a little sigh. I truly love that baby, More than words could ever say. Lord, why did that angel come, And take my babe away? The answers, I will never know, For it is your chosen way. I know my babe's in heaven, Safe in your arms, I pray. Lord, help me to see that light, So that I may understand. And when I see my babe again, It is in your promised land.

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RichardRowe

TheAngelOfLife

LIFE’S Angel watched a happy child at play, Wreathing the riches of the blushing May: His eye was cloudless as the heavens above, But there was pity in her look of love. The flowers he gathered bloomed their brief bright hour, Then rained their petals in a silent shower: The boy looked up at her with strange surprise, And sadder grew the pity in her eyes.

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DaveAlanWalker

JusticeOfBrokenDreams

In the recesses of a creased mind lies the truth of what is right In the land of truth and justice lies broken dreams where justice was not seen Let us see

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LonnieHicks

ZTheMuseWhitherAmerica

I asked the Muse Whither America? 'I see millions in the broken cities crowding debt, unhappiness. I see families un-affordable, single parents struggling; . I see the children no longer able to afford the big houses and the old ones abandon the homestead, and crowd back to the cities. The young ones can't find work; its five to a house. . The Americans, the British, the Italians the Russians, all of Western Europe can not duplicate themselves and they perish replaced by the poor ones from the South and the East. All the world comes together to confront Destiny. Whither the Planet? But hope there is: There will be in America repatriation of the rural lands; the abandonment of the cites and massive building of rural technology-based enclaves; smart technology driven, green based and self sufficient. America's salvation there. Economies will move toward barter exchange because currency will fail, replaced by new systems and gains in efficiency Government will devolve to less control less bureaucracy; more local control weak confederations instead. The village life returns. Crafts replace portions of profit-based technology. Old skills of self-sufficiency revive. Nation states are weakened, and cross-national enclaves emerge where ideas cross boundaries. Real democracy will thrive in smaller settings. This will be whether there is disaster or planning for this. Disaster will give us small enclaves but bands of mauraders and bandit bands who leave the cites when the five day supply of food gives out; their enclaves are forced and violent. The better way is the one I describe. In your life-time son 40 years hence this will be but which future. will it be?

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LouieLevy

america

-for pilgrim sake, and land once, of 'Native' soil Allegiance pledged, of conquest gained, from Earth's borne spirits' bold. America, Proud America Our Earth, need not be harmed when war tales are often told and blood stained flags, unfold America, we Love thee of gifted Earth bequeathed ne'er we forget, Democracy, and all those enslaved, be free America America May true freedom be our Quest Of Womanhood and Brotherhood from shore to ocean sea. 'With Love and Compassion, Wherever Earth Be Shared' Please; 'Support Peace' Louie Levy WW ll Vet.

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EboneIngram

3GuardianAngel3song

When will my angel come? My breathing's coming so much harder I think it's time for me to slip away My soul is coming out my body And darkness finds my eyes But then your voice calls me back to light. Chorus: When my heart is gone And my life means naught And it's just an endless darkness that I trod I have you and that soothes my very soul When I cannot live And I'm too weak to go on And there's nothing more that I feel I can do I have you with me And that's all I'll ever want Verse 2: Your hand is reaching out to catch me To pull me up from this sea I'm drowning in And now you put your arms around me Which causes me to smile =) Cause when the final blow was coming You shielded me, you brought me back to health And when I thought my story'd ended You came and turned the page And I am sure that I'll remember (repeat C) Shelter me with your wings So I don't have to fear anything (4 measures rest-awesome orchestral part =)) You'll never know how much you mean to me, baby. You gave me love; that's all that I'll ever need When tears are falling down my face, you make it better when you hold me You are my angel (repeat C 2x) I have you with me And that's all I'll ever want I have you And that soothes my very soul When I cannot live And I'm too weak to go on And there's nothing more that I feel I can do I have you with me And that's all I'll ever want...yeah.

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GilGregorio

ABlueAngel

Beyond every breath of heart An angel draw a tear; in her own way of sensing, she gave the best of things. She throw more bits of self to satisfy her home at rest; She gambled a bit of her own soul staggered by the whims of her own solace. She recalled a covenant to him at best to settle with her heart at rest. A friend, yes am I to her from afar who took her pains to find a peace impart!

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MuhammadShanazar

ADeformedAngel

Sometimes life gives us severe shock, Undermines the plans and does block, The ways of wisdom leading ahead, Reveals the hands that secretly mock. An artist thought to paint an angel, To use the brush for the masterpiece, But could not conceptualize the image, Beauty combining innocence, purity. One morn, at last, he luckily found, A child playing on the grassy ground, Having angelic countenance and grace, Incarnation he was of sublime serenity. Painted he the angel with skill utmost, And earned he the world wide fame. And he after three full fleeting decades, Thought for the second master-sketch, Now not of an angel, but of a devil. He sought for the image far and wide, But could not find corresponding one, Fate then led him amid the prison walls, There inside met he a young wretch man, With a devilish nature, face and frame. The master revealed his intent to paint, Tears came in eyes of the devil formed, Said he, “Oh! Master it is a matter of woe, You sketched me an angel thirty years ago.”

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SophiaWhite

AnAngelAndAVioletInTheGarden

A small garden, lush with flowers Pinks and whites and lavenders Specked with candles in colored glass Strolled two young and handsome lovers. The moon was half a glass of wine, The stars were shards of shattered glass. The water tumbled through its bed Where the gentleman walked beside his lass. The grass wrapped around their ankles As the candlelight dappled the stream And the stones shone white in the moon But none outshone the young girl’s beam. And I sat on my windowsill, Watching with a smile for the two, As I picked up my rough wooden flute And began to play a romantic tune.

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KevElmer

AnAngelCries

Isn't is sad when an angel cries? Small pearl drops fall from the skies, holy water flows in tears, human burdens their only fears. They live among us everyday, to help guide us on our way, it upsets them to hear our lies, Isn't it sad when an angel cries? Everyday they absorb our pain, in their tears it will remain, we may ask what goods it for? But everyday they are fighting our war. Some battles won whilst others lost, earth to be rebuilt at such a cost, life streams are broken when they try, isn't it sad for an angle to cry?

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UriahHamilton

AnAngelGoesToBed

It is raining Slowly In Detroit tonight. It makes you think God has No sense of time. Somewhere in the world There is a girl Who should have Her forehead kissed Before she falls asleep

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TerryDonovan

AnAngelHasToDoWhatAnAngelHasToTo

He walked away into the night, His knuckles swollen from the fight, A smile beneath his swollen eye, Much satisfaction in his sigh. He left behind a crumpled lump A man who’d had a well-earned thump, A bully belly filled with beer, A crowd that had recoiled in fear. He’d done his bit and saved the day, Restored some order to the fray. They watched him as went from view Lost in the shadows he passed through. “Forgive me, Lord”, he stopped to pray, “I know that’s not the angels’ way”. The Lord said “When you deal with man, You have to do the best you can.. I saw you really had no choice, I saw those that you helped rejoice. Now go and read the Holy Book And do some work on that left hook.”

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AldoKraas

IAmRunningMyFingersThroughYourHair

I am running my fingers Through your hair And your hair Feels so Soft Like silk

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GreenEyes

AnAngel

Love... which love? What this word mean? What this word mean if you love someone you did not even see his face? What this word mean if you love someone you did not even hear his voice? You know him just by talking on glassy screen You feel that you know him since long time You feel that this one is the perfect person to be your best friend You see him like an angel fall from the sky to take you to the heaven But why? Why you put your trust in this person How do you know that he did not lie on you? Also you can not confess that you can not believe that this person may be will lie on you Or if he consider that you are just lie in his life Because his friendship blinded you You do not care what he believes in or what his ideas in this life You know that you are in another life But you have to know that you do the truth Because you can not stop your heart of doing something

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PattiMasterman

AngelAngel

Angel angel, tell me true- Is his heart as big and true As his eyes make me believe? Angel, angel, tell me please. Angel, secret friends are rare; Such kindly faces, liars wear- But he's a different kind, I think- Would he stay, if I should blink? Angel angel, nights are long; All for him, I'd write my songs; Angel, whisper in his ear- Tell him: 'Joy- when you are near.'

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HughCobb

AngelDancer

Look longingly, eye on the prize, distant horizon; whatever... it is not enough to have desire burning in your heart, your loins aching for another... what then does pain add to th'equation? ? It is rooted in trauma of forgotten years now nightmares remember'd. Stumbling towards a new epiphany, recognition of the Goddess who inhabits you & who you most truly are, your tenderness makes pain so fresh & new it hurts just to think about it: to remember movie images slide show multimedia playing in flickers your childhood shame... Do not fear memory, let it go release the pain in tears in poetry any way you can. Hold that wounded child. Heal her. Embrace her tenderly & let her know she is strong enough, good enough & she deserves: just because she is... & so do you: angel dancer spinner of light mistress of the cool, dark night. Hold th'evening star in hand, lead singer of th'angel band, dancing in a circle you open your arms & embrace a glittering, velvet expanse of sky... (Copyright 11/21/05)

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MathewLewis

AngelEyes

Angel eyes are colourblind, On a whim she lost my mind, Something's there I'll never find, Angel eyes are colourblind. Cigarettes and alcohol Are all that I have now, Still I ask and get answered how, Cigarettes and alcohol. The pain I feel I can't explain, Blackened clouds with soaking rain, She is not a word I'll name, The pain I feel I can't explain. Angel wings sing a song, I know now they can't be wrong, The path I walk is always long, Angel wings sing a song. I am broken I am torn, I am a life left unborn, I feel used I feel worn, I am broken I am torn. I lie bleeding on the floor, I know not what this is for, All I need is more more more, I lie bleeding on the floor, Angel eyes are colourblind, On a whim she lost my mind, Something's there I'll never find, Angel eyes are colourblind.

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TheMowjo

AngelFeather

An Angel passed my way today, And left a feather just to say, I’ll help you, watch you, be your guide, I’m always with you by your side, And all the times when you feel low, I’ll be your strength and help you grow, And as you take these things from me, Your eyes will open and you’ll see, A whole new world begin to form, A whole new world a brand new dawn,

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GilGregorio

AngelFromHome

She's sweet as a honey on a bacon fitted like icings on a cake; So cloudy, bloomy, and easy in her own world in calvary. She seems confused of things can be like a sunbeam hiding underneath a tree; You would look at her in gloomy feather never have gotten to fly on free! She's sweet as a honey on a bacon fitted like icings on a cake; So intriguing, lighting, and melting in her own world of flying. She seems downed of things will be like a skyhawk revving up a sea; You would see her flirting the storm never have gotten to land on free! Oh sweet as it may my angel from home The whole wide world is yours alone! Have to carry it last deep in your heart Your moment of happiness never go fast.

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DavidLewisPaget

AngelHead

Love is some trick You play on me, Some sleight, some glance, Tenacity! You tumble the sheets At my marriage bed And ride with me, desperately Angel Head. Caught at your eyes, Your thighs, your touch, I ramp at your sighs Your cries – Enough! Then drown in lips That would raise me, dead, And sleep at you breathlessly, Angel Head. 17 April 1987

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Ruthwarren

AngelInDisguise

You're my angel in disguise You read my soul with your eyes Your spirit has entered my heart And it's my hope we never part For you are so special to me, Without you, my heart would weep bitterly. You're my angel in disguise Your love comforts my cries At night you guide me through the strife And it is for that, my dear angel, I owe you my life.

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CJHeck

AngelInMyPocketChildren

There's an angel in my pocket who is watching over me, just a little voice down deep inside that I can hear, not see. I wish that I could let her out so that everyone could see 'cause we have the greatest secrets, many things she shares with me. She whispers little things to do to make my parents glad and tells me when there's something that I want to do that's bad. Oh I wish that I could see her not just hear her talk to me... it's just a little voice down deep inside that I can hear, not see.

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DavidWagner

AngelInTheDarkness

There is an angel hiding in the dark He is a sad one Though he will not stop Till he gets his mark Though he still wont be done Till he gets to the top So there will be alot more deaths Though he does get ticked Cause his job will always go on He will put to the tests To measure how wicked But that will not change the fact of him being a con But be warned For you will meet the fate of all those mourned This is in the Dark angels state

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LindaOri

AngelLove

In the darkness of your sorrow In the emptiness of grief When the hope of understanding has gone dim, From a realm beyond the senses Comes a warmth beyond belief As silent wings enfold your troubled soul: Let an angel work its wonder Let it circle you with light As you sacrifice the burdens of your heart, Soon the fearfulness is lifted With the darkness of the night Let the wonders of your spirit be restored; For an angel has embraced you With a passion undefined, An endless love surpassing time and space - And once that love has touched you You will know beyond the mind That your soul has found a state of perfect grace.

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DorianPetersenPotter

AngelOfLove

May angels always care for you, May they keep you standing tall, May they whisper in your ears words of wisdom, May they show you what you need to know May you always have an angel, Sent by God to your side, Someone there to catch you fast, If sometimes you were to fall May you have someone wonderful to love, May angels teach you love untold, May you have hopes to keep you safe and warm, And give you all the gifts of love and life May they keep their lights on you, To guide every step of your way, And keep you from each and all harm, Each and every new day May you always have an angel, That speaks through your heart, To help you pick up the pieces, When everything for you goes bad

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EllaWheelerWilcox

AngelOrDemon

You call me an angel of love and of light, A being of goodness and heavenly fire, Sent out from God’s kingdom to guide you aright, In paths where your spirits may mount and aspire. You say that I glow like a star on its course, Like a ray from the alter, a spark from the source. Now list to my answer; let all the world hear it; I speak unafraid what I know to be true: A pure, faithful love is the creative spirit Which makes women angels! I live in but you. We are bound soul to soul by life’s holiest laws; If I am an angel – why, you are the cause. As my ship skims the sea, I look up from the deck. Fair, firm at the wheel shines Love’s beautiful form, And shall I curse the barque that last night went to wreck, By the Pilot abandoned to darkness and storm? My craft is no stauncher, she too had been lost – Had the wheelman deserted, or slept at his post. I laid down the wealth of my soul at your feet (Some woman does this for some man every day) . No desperate creature who walks in the street, Has a wickeder heart that I might have, I say, Had you wantonly misused the treasures you woon, -As so many men with heart riches have done. This flame from God’s altar, this holy love flame, That burns like sweet incense for ever for you, Might now be a wild conflagration of shame, Had you tortured my heart, or been base or untrue. For angels and devils are cast in one mould, Till love guides them upward, or downward, I hold. I tell you the women who make fervent wives And sweet tender mothers, had Fate been less fair, Are the women who might have abandoned their lives To the madness that springs from and ends in despair. As the fire on the hearth which sheds brightness around, Neglected, may level the walls to the ground. The world makes grave errors in judging these things, Great good and great evil are born in one breast. Love horns us and hoofs us – or gives us our wings, And the best could be worst, as the worst could be best. You must thank your own worth for what I grew to be, For the demon lurked under the angel in me.

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DerekGermain

Angel

I walked upon a Darkened Path. and found there an Angel corpse with rotting flesh and plagued with Maggots writhing in it's Skull... It's Wings were Ripped and Torn off Leaving Deep Bloody holes...

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EMMAFunnell

Angel

I squint through the keyhole, Push open the door, Pearly white feathers lie strewn on the floor. From pigeons these feathers could well have been hacked, But blood streams in rivers from a dark angel's back. Who would have committed this hideous crime? Pulled the wings off an angel and hurled her through time? The knife in her grasp silently answers for me, There's a reason she sits there, all naked and gory. To be human's her wish, Just one sacrifice. Will grant her desire, Her wings will suffice. Her hair is all matted and her hand shakes with pain, But her eyes show no loss, Only sparkle with gain. She's amazed at the knowledge that she's human at last, Time to move on and invent a new past. Her bright smile falters, Her eyes show new fear. No longer immortal, Her blood debt's too dear. I back through the feathers still scattered on the floor, Take the key from the keyhole and pull shut the door.

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TerryDonovan

Angel

I saw an angel with a broken wing I saw an angel cry I mended it with bits of string And told her she could fly. I handed her my handkerchief To wipe the tear away And told her all was well again I think I made her day. She thanked me with an angel's kiss And like a butterfly She closed her wings then opened them And rose into the sky. Now she is back in heaven And I'm here on the ground And I think somehow that we got Our roles the wrong way round.

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VictoriaRitchie

Angel

My sweet beautiful angel. Sent to me from above. I am so grateful to have found you, and I give you all my love. You must have come from heaven, because you have pretty little angel eyes. When you gaze at me with them, my heart begins to fly. Your sweet angelic voice, continuously rings in my ears. With you by my side, there is nothing I fear. Whenever we are together, You shine with a heavenly glow. Your beautiful angel face, raises me up from feeling low. Yes, heaven is missing an angel, because you are here with me. You're my sweet, beautiful angel, and I'll love you for eternity!

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reginatalley

Angel

angel my baby my little girl a christmas baby my little angel

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takeywilliams

Angel

It’s been five months since you went away Left without a word and nothing to say When I was the one who gave you my heart and soul But it wasn’t good enough for you, no So I asked god God send me an angel From the heavens above Send me an angel to heal my broken heart From being in love ’cause all I do is cry God send me an angel To wipe the tears from my eyes And I know it might sound crazy But after all that I still love you You wanna come back in my life But now there is something I have to do I have to tell the one that I once adored That they can’t have my love no more Cause my heart can’t take no more lies And my eyes are all out of cries God send me an angel From the heavens above Send me an angel to heal my broken heart From being in love ’cause all I do is cry God send me an angel To wipe the tears from my eyes Now you had me on my knees Begging God please to send you back to me I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep You made me feel like I could not breathe Now all I wanted to do was to feel your touch And give you all my love But you took my love for granted Want my lovin’ now But you can’t have it God God send me an angel From the heavens above Send me an angel to heal my broken heart From being in love ’cause all I do is cry God send me an angel To wipe the tears from my eyes Oh god, send me (God send me an angel) An angel (wipe the tears from my eyes) oh baby Send me an angel from the heavens above Send me an angel (God send me an angel) From being in love (send me an angel) Oh god, send me an angel Send me an angel (send me an angel) Ooohhhh..

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RobertBrowning

BoyAndTheAngelThe

Morning, evening, noon and night, ``Praise God!; sang Theocrite. Then to his poor trade he turned, Whereby the daily meal was earned. Hard he laboured, long and well; O'er his work the boy's curls fell. But ever, at each period, He stopped and sang, ``Praise God!'' Then back again his curls he threw, And cheerful turned to work anew. Said Blaise, the listening monk, ``Well done; ``I doubt not thou art heard, my son: ``As well as if thy voice to-day ``Were praising God, the Pope's great way. ``This Easter Day, the Pope at Rome ``Praises God from Peter's dome.'' Said Theocrite, ``Would God that I ``Might praise him, that great way, and die!'' Night passed, day shone, And Theocrite was gone. With God a day endures alway, A thousand years are but a day. God said in heaven, ``Nor day nor night ``Now brings the voice of my delight.'' Then Gabriel, like a rainbow's birth, Spread his wings and sank to earth; Entered, in flesh, the empty cell, Lived there, and played the craftsman well; And morning, evening, noon and night, Praised God in place of Theocrite. And from a boy, to youth he grew: The man put off the stripling's hue: The man matured and fell away Into the season of decay: And ever o'er the trade he bent, And ever lived on earth content. (He did God's will; to him, all one If on the earth or in the sun.) God said, ``A praise is in mine ear; ``There is no doubt in it, no fear: ``So sing old worlds, and so ``New worlds that from my footstool go. ``Clearer loves sound other ways: ``I miss my little human praise.'' Then forth sprang Gabriel's wings, off fell The flesh disguise, remained the cell. 'Twas Easter Day: he flew to Rome, And paused above Saint Peter's dome. In the tiring-room close by The great outer gallery, With his holy vestments dight, Stood the new Pope, Theocrite: And all his past career Came back upon him clear, Since when, a boy, he plied his trade, Till on his life the sickness weighed; And in his cell, when death drew near, An angel in a dream brought cheer: And rising from the sickness drear He grew a priest, and now stood here. To the East with praise he turned, And on his sight the angel burned. ``I bore thee from thy craftsman's cell ``And set thee here; I did not well. ``Vainly I left my angel-sphere, ``Vain was thy dream of many a year. ``Thy voice's praise seemed weak; it dropped--- ``Creation's chorus stopped! ``Go back and praise again ``The early way, while I remain. ``With that weak voice of our disdain, ``Take up creation's pausing strain. ``Back to the cell and poor employ: ``Resume the craftsman and the boy!'' Theocrite grew old at home; A new Pope dwelt in Peter's dome. One vanished as the other died: They sought God side by side.

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AldoKraas

IAmSickOfRunningAway

I am sick of running away From the rain And at the same time I am beeing a fool Because the rain Can't hurt me

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JoanJohnson

BrokenAngel

i smile a fake smile so no one can actually see that my pain is over whelming that i could never leave if any one were to ask, i would have to say i'm a broken angel or i could fly away no one has ever noticed my eyes are always filled with tears my heart is always breaking and i don't want to be here i don't think i'm an angel for i don't believe in it but in some ways i'm a BROKEN angel hoping to fly away i sperad my wings i try to fly but my hope has already died i let tears fall i yell to someone i reach out my hand i run down the hall no one chases after me no one screams my name i'll try to fly if my wings don't burn i'm a broken angel i WANT to fly away this broken angel has almost died i can't go to heaven i've sinned too much i can't go to hell i've sinned not enough i'm a broken angel i need to fly THIS broken angel has pretty much died

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ToughAngelflypurplebutterflyfly

DarkAngelFaithsAngel

i was lost and alone, as I always am, no one's around me nor understands no one seems to care I am waiting til it comes they say its okay and love me in some way But just when I trust to love, they forget what they say i held the knife so close as tears fall mixed with blood with purpose began to fall slowly and lose like a crazy crying dead rose i put the knife away and tried to wipe the blood, that ran faster than I can describe. an angel tapped my back i saw him with wide open heart thank you angel, my dear angel love you took me out of the dark and bring back my soul you are angel, you are my all - i love u my dark angel -

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ToughAngelflypurplebutterflyfly

DarkAngelMyAngel

(Humbly dedicated to my only angel, my cricket angel, my dark angel) As I woke up from dreaming I quickly stood up scared and crying Suddenly, I heard a whisper inviting T’was a strange voice I was seeking I looked around my dark lonely room I find nothing and still all alone Night was about to end that dawn Hopeless, Yes! That’s my home Sun started to rise in the morning Someone touched me with an invisible wing Wrapped with his arms around my being He was an angel, I was waiting! Dark angel, my angel - you are amazing Faith and love are just same things For an angel like you, I received these blessings I LOVE YOU my angel, you filled my soul with meaning always, (your butterfly angel)

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AngelCroshier

DarkAngel

As she walks through the darkness She feels the eyes Burning a whole in her She knows that its him Her Dark Angel Her protector Her lover Everything that she is supposed to hate But she cant help herself Love is swelling inside of her For her Dark Angel Her handsome, sweet, Dark Angel.

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SteveArmstrong

DarkAngel

I see you now, and it makes me cry in my heart, one so beautiful, and yet, so damaged and messed up inside. The scars that line your arms, look like the intricate artwork of a tattooist, those razor cuts and puncture wounds, signs of a desparate cry for help. That vacant look upon your face, the doctors miracle cure; Prozac, takes all your troubles away, but all it does is pushes them deeper inside. I see you now, and it makes me cry in my heart, one so beautiful, and yet, so damaged and messed up inside. My dark angel...

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johntiongchunghoo

DreamOfAnAngel

guess what? other boys ask god for heaven, holiday and presents but i ask god for an angel, white angel with his big feathery wings like what we see of gabriel and guess what? yes, god did send the angel to my dream one night so huge were his wings i found myself ruffling the feathers as he stood tall without even uttering a word the strong feathers which felt so warm then the sudden fear that he was coming to take away mother angel does this thing says the bible how i had cried screamed that he would not take mom away the heaven reverberated with my plea i woke up tearsoaked and glad that it was just a dream glad that god had let me see an angel an angel with his large feathery wings that stands so tall

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MelvinaGermain

EarthAngel

Do you know who you are, earth angel. You leave a lasting impression, to everyone you see and touch, You do it at your own discretion, and you do it oh so much. You do not fly, you have no wings, but you have so many other things. You have that face of mellow, that Melancholy way. You have a smile that lingers and the soft touch of your fingers. Do you know who you are, earth angel. I long to be near you, to feel your warm embrace. I feel empowered when I look into your face. I love to listen to your inspiration and the wisdom of your years. It is then when I feel the formation of happy, flowing tears. Do you know who you are, earth angel. You have been given a very special job, from the master up above, a job that allows you to spread an array of fragrant love. You were born on this earth and given a light within. A light that shines bright to friends, strangers and kin. You have the ability to give that peaceful essence, to those that must give up their earthly bodily presence. Do you know who you are, earth angel. You are a seed of nature, a glowing earthly creature with gifts of heavenly glints to bestow upon earths people. The fathers and the mothers, the sisters and the brothers, the aunts and the uncles, the cousins and the friends. You have much work to do with the enemies too. You won’t be afraid, to you it’s very clear, you always knew there was a special reason for your presence here. Earth angel, this has become your passion. You know now what to do, now is the time to accept your blessings and see them through. Written: July 21/2006

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gordoncoombes

EarthboundAngel5SensuousAngelOrTheRoseOfSharon

Being an earthbound angel her wings curled up enclosing her/cloaking her parted letting him in watching herself from afar each time desiring/regretting the parting lost in sensuous pleasures feeding baser appetites in the garden of earthly delights in search of an unbounded love seeking an Adonis a satyr/a faun who satisfies her desires unable to see beyond the masks willingly seduced after a few drinks the short lived affair lasting a night or a weekend left feeling confused only to begin her search again - From out of her eyes I see a light shimmering round about her body shimmers as she dips her wings in mud the light fades the burden too great she goes on to fulfill her fate trapped in an unending cycle believing she can expect no more of life than this shapes her life to come of an unending line of lovers in the end all the same all interchangeable - Awakened from my apathetic cynical slumber her angelic singing soothes me for a moment /gives me hope as her wings unfold I desire to be enfolded by the golden haired angel her eyes innocent & forgiving her face full of light to be enfolded in her wings of shimmering pure light to soar above this city bathed in her cool bluesy voice before she becomes earthbound again -

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WilliamBlake

TheAngel

I dreamt a dream! What can it mean? And that I was a maiden Queen Guarded by an Angel mild: Witless woe was ne'er beguiled! And I wept both night and day, And he wiped my tears away; And I wept both day and night, And hid from him my heart's delight. So he took his wings, and fled; Then the morn blushed rosy red. I dried my tears, and armed my fears With ten-thousand shields and spears. Soon my Angel came again; I was armed, he came in vain; For the time of youth was fled, And grey hairs were on my head.

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EboneIngram

FallFromGraceAngelNoMoresong

Verse 1: Life is like a broken dream And I can't even feel you out there anymore (No I can't, and it kills me) Baby, yes I'm still your angel But my wings fell out so long ago And now flying o'er horizon's just a wistful stare My Nirvana's shot to Hell And I do not think that there Will ever be a sanctuary here A demon rages in my soul My body longs for desecration Though I know there's no light beyond the tunnel there And Twilight calls to me Bids me sleep endlessly The halo from my hair Falls to the floor. Verse 2: If you see my broken heart Could you tell it where I am and where I'm gonna be (It I've lost, and I'd like it back) I'm consumed by flames of darkness And my mind is cursed with fantasies That I know will never be more than forgotten dreams My Nirvana's shot to Hell And I know for sure that there Will never be a sanctuary here (in me) That demon rages in my soul A beast that I still yearn to vanquish But I've no strength to lift my hand and crush it there The darkness calls to me And now I cannot sleep I'm begging baby save Me from myself (repeat section, humming first 6 bars and singing last 4) And sunlight blinds my eyes Catches me by surprise I know I'll never see That dawn again

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AkaraK

FallenAngel

How do I say this? I guess I'll start out with 'thank you.' It's always seemed that I was never really able to explain How much you mean to me How all those conversations that you probably didn't think twice about Made me feel so blessed just to know you You've been more than just a friend, you've been my guardian angel Some of my other friends watch out for me And they sometimes help me when I'm depressed But you were always there to find out what was the matter even if no one else was You were always so persistant, asking 'What's wrong? Is there anything I can do? ' Sometimes the answer was no, no one could help me And yet you didn't give up. 'Please tell me if you're willing, I just want to make you feel better.' You got annoying sometimes, you were so stubborn. Thank you. You weren't perfect, no, no one is, but it always seemed to me that you were so close. I guess I wanted to be more like you, because you were such a wonderful person Most friends don't last forever, I know, But I've been praying that you and I stay friends for eternity Because otherwise I don't think I can make it Without you my life would be worthless What would I do with myself? I wouldn't know where to go But you've always been there to guide me, helping me even when you didn't realize it. I could've sworn that your mere presence was slowly healing old wounds You made me laugh, and you would have cried with me if I'd asked I don't think I can express in words how grateful I am to you, just for putting up with me. I know it must be hard. Knowing you surely won't mind, I hope I can ask just one more favor? Never stop being who you are And never leave me. I know I drive you up the wall sometimes but I need you. Thank you, my guardian angel. My fallen angel.

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JenniferRondeau

FallenAngel

I have fallen from sky, Fallen to the ground, I am the angel of sadness, Angel of lost hopes, Angel of lost dreams, I am the fallen angel, Fear me not, I am here for reason, That reason is to have a second chance in life, That life I was given for a reason, They took my wings, They took me apart made me human, I was the fallen angel, But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given, This angel won’t make the same mistakes she made before, This angel will go down the right path that has been chosen for her, This fallen angel know what she has to do to be forgiven.

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AldoKraas

FallingAngel

Falling Angel Thank you for saving me from falling once again God send us some sunny days and cloudy days also Good night falling angel And see you again tomorrow morning Go and fly high Let it shine above the cloudy sky Falling Angel You are wearing that beautiful dress with gold rim That dress looks beautiful on you It is one of a kind I never saw anything like that before

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LynetteDiasGouveia

FatuousAngel

So sweet; so innocent, the child of heaven Fallen into revulsion, called Earth Calling out to the depraved to love And be loved Innocent child; you are a fatuous Angel An Angel, who should have come Long before the conception of aversion You could have saved the lives of the fools that have forsaken and destroyed what was built for them Angel Child, can you save the fallen world now? I think not! You have come much too late Our salvation is lost! Our hopes are dissolved in desolation I was once a believer, Angel Child But now I do not know what to believe in I do not feel And I fear I have lost myself I envision that tomorrow will bring yet more sorrow Why have you come now when life has lost its continuum I once dreamt of peace, purity, concord, entente Now I dream of madness! Madness that has invaded this world Madness that dwells on war, violence, antipathy, perversion And so on I hate the way we die in bloodshed On what was once the Promised Land Is it a test that God is showering on us to consummation Ha! I laugh at you, because you finally made me doubt And hope once more Hope for change! Hope for salvation! Angel you give hope and abandon us And leave us to the wrath of humanity Don’t do this to me! Not now; not ever Go away and leave me alone Change the world Angel; and I will venerate you! January 1998 – ©Copyright Lynette Dias-Gouveia

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MaryNagy

FindingUriahsAngel

I wish I knew an angel with a warm and tender soul. One to send Uriah so his heart could then feel whole. He's such a sweet romantic and he knows just what to say. I can't believe that ''Mrs. Right'' has never come his way. It hurts to feel his lonliness and truly feel his need. To find a woman for this man would be so great indeed. His tenderness could soften the heart of any beast. Let's get a thousand women to prepare a lovely feast. He is the guest of honor and I hope you'll all attend. Let's find this man an angel to be with him til the end.

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VanessaBrown

ForAnAngel

What is love? An abstract word thrown recklessly about, in this modern age of chaos. Uttered between emotionally charged individuals, crying out to find a reason; A reason for life, a meaning for existance. Perhaps this is so; But without love, this world would descend Into the realm of hatred that entangles it. To me, you embody love! Despite the endless trials and turmoil, Your tender heart breathes affection. Your compassionate soul seeks to find The feature of redemption in all. No malice can survive the torrent of love, That courses through your veins. Encompassing your heart with a halo, of breathtaking sparkles. When you walk in a room, you radiate love, The room becomes a spectrum of light; Tendrils of light that unfurl blissfully, And shed gold on the darkest of places. The smile on your face, so pure and so kind, Embodies the child within - The irrational, unquestioning, bravest of love, That dares to shine out in the dark. You are my angel; Never change.

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AldoKraas

GuardianAngel

Guardian angel You came just At the right time Watching me is my guardian angel You kept me alive all the time I believe in my guardian angel He watches me There were times that were tough There were days that I didn't know If I would be alive After all I've gone through this year Guardian Angel Stay and watch me I like to have someone like you around The light is shining Twinkling, twinkling Twinkling, star Shining above In the sky of São Paulo Guardian angel Don't leave me lonely Protect me and guide me Against all evil things

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RobertBrowning

GuardianAngelThe

A PICTURE AT FANO. I. Dear and great Angel, wouldst thou only leave That child, when thou hast done with him, for me! Let me sit all the day here, that when eve Shall find performed thy special ministry, And time come for departure, thou, suspending Thy flight, mayst see another child for tending, Another still, to quiet and retrieve. II. Then I shall feel thee step one step, no more, From where thou standest now, to where I gaze, ---And suddenly my head is covered o'er With those wings, white above the child who prays Now on that tomb---and I shall feel thee guarding Me, out of all the world; for me, discarding Yon heaven thy home, that waits and opes its door. III. I would not look up thither past thy head Because the door opes, like that child, I know, For I should have thy gracious face instead, Thou bird of God! And wilt thou bend me low Like him, and lay, like his, my hands together, And lift them up to pray, and gently tether Me, as thy lamb there, with thy garment's spread? IV. If this was ever granted, I would rest My bead beneath thine, while thy healing hands Close-covered both my eyes beside thy breast, Pressing the brain, which too much thought expands, Back to its proper size again, and smoothing Distortion down till every nerve had soothing, And all lay quiet, happy and suppressed. V. How soon all worldly wrong would be repaired! I think how I should view the earth and skies And sea, when once again my brow was bared After thy healing, with such different eyes. O world, as God has made it! All is beauty: And knowing this, is love, and love is duty. What further may be sought for or declared? VI. Guercino drew this angel I saw teach (Alfred, dear friend!)---that little child to pray, Holding the little hands up, each to each Pressed gently,---with his own head turned away Over the earth where so much lay before him Of work to do, though heaven was opening o'er him, And he was left at Fano by the beach. VII. We were at Fano, and three times we went To sit and see him in his chapel there, And drink his beauty to our soul's content ---My angel with me too: and since I care For dear Guercino's fame (to which in power And glory comes this picture for a dower, Fraught with a pathos so magnificent)--- VIII. And since he did not work thus earnestly At all times, and has else endured some wrong--- I took one thought his picture struck from me, And spread it out, translating it to song. My love is here. Where are you, dear old friend? How rolls the Wairoa at your world's far end? This is Ancona, yonder is the sea.

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DeboraGreger

HeadPerhapsOfAnAngel

limestone, with traces of polychromy, c. 1250 Point Dume was the point, he said, but we never came close, no matter how far we walked the shale broken from California. Someone's garden had slipped, hanging itself by a vine from the cliffs of some new Babylon past Malibu. Drowning the words, the wind didn't fling back in our faces, the Pacific washed up a shell: around an alabastron of salt water for the dead, seaweed rustled its papers, drying them out, until it died. Waves kept crashing into the heart of each shell I held to my ear like a phone, but they were just the waves of my blood. And through it all I heard him say, how could it be nine months ago his grandson had taken his own life, somewhere back east? He was fifteen. O Pacific, what good is our grief? Something screamed at the sandy child who poured seawater into a hole. Child, you'll never empty the ocean, Augustine said. How can I believe? The wet fist of a wave dissolved in sand. Like a saint, a seagull flapped down the beach in search of something raw—an angel with an empty pail? No, a teenage boy, hands big as a man's, held a sea slug quaking like an aspic. Under a rock, another drew into its body a creature larger than itself. Live, said Death, to child and childless alike, indifferently. I am coming.

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EboneIngram

HoldingHandsWithAnAngel

Actually, the whole entire poem's subject to change. give tips if you want. Dedicated to all the people I've ever cared about, even the ones who hurt me, played me, and lied to me. They were my angels...once upon a time. Based on a painfully true story. i still dream about it... reaching across the chasm to grasp your hand. i didn't make it there, but i did catch a glimpse of your angelic face and the smile that graced it; a light piercing through, compassionate and pure- it caused tears to flow down from my eyes. a whole world separates us now...an entire destiny graced by another more capable goddess than i. i am vexed, yet consoled for the moment by this bittersweet phantasma- the vision of you... reaching out for my hand.

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WilliamBlake

IHeardAnAngel

I heard an Angel singing When the day was springing, 'Mercy, Pity, Peace Is the world's release.' Thus he sung all day Over the new mown hay, Till the sun went down And haycocks looked brown. I heard a Devil curse Over the heath and the furze, 'Mercy could be no more, If there was nobody poor, And pity no more could be, If all were as happy as we.' At his curse the sun went down, And the heavens gave a frown. Down pour'd the heavy rain Over the new reap'd grain ... And Miseries' increase Is Mercy, Pity, Peace.

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StephenCrane

ItWasWrongToDoThisSaidTheAngel

"It was wrong to do this," said the angel. "You should live like a flower, Holding malice like a puppy, Waging war like a lambkin." "Not so," quoth the man Who had no fear of spirits; "It is only wrong for angels Who can live like the flowers, Holding malice like the puppies, Waging war like the lambkins."

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kellyberry

KissOfAnAngel

They were a soft kiss that he felt on his lips. The kiss was gentle and made him fell warm. The kiss made him fell safe and secure. Just for the special seconds he had her in his arms. Even then this angel who kiss him disappeared. He knows that deep in his heart. He had a kiss of an angel in his heart.

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DavidDarbyshire

LittleHornyAngel

In the heaven above was a little horny Angel Now this Angel had been naughty, very naughty And was going to be sent down to earth as a penalty The angel would have to stay until it had learned it's lesson Now this little angel had to fix it's thorn, to get re-born The Horny Angel decided to go to the heart of all evil The angel flew down to the bad-est part of Amsterdam In the middle of the red light district, were all the horny ladies are The angel went from door to door, hoping to help someone But to the angels astonishment all was great in the red-light? The angel found that they helped people to be happy, release built up pressure inside that would explode normally, and hurt someone So the angel flew back up to see the main man and tell him all The main man listened and took note, but now it was his call Well Little horny angel, I see a lot of presure inside this heaven The little horny angel said: ' thats all sorted I open at seven'

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DanielBrowne

TheAngelOfMyHeart

Angel, angel where did u go? You know I can’t live without you And that’s because I love u so Why did this happen? Why did it be? All I wanted was to live happily ever after Just you and me The time has come Where you want to say goodbye But you told me that I was for you And for your future, the perfect guy Angel, angel of my dear heart Please don’t let our love fall apart The warmth of your flame It keeps me alive But I will take the blame If it does not survive It’s getting dimmer Day by day I think about you And hope and pray Angel, angel of my breaking heart Please don’t let us fall apart In times of good and bad In times of pain Please don’t throw away what we had You know without you I’d go insane Angel, angel can’t you see? Keep fighting to hold on Come back to me Time is precious It is passing fast Give me another chance For what happened in the past I know you love me I know it’s true So don’t forget me Angel, I love you

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WilliamBlake

TheAngelThatPresidedOErMyBirth

The Angel that presided o'er my birth Said, 'Little creature, form'd of Joy and Mirth, 'Go love without the help of any Thing on Earth.'

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GraceHays

LostAngel

They met back when they were both young She gave him the love and the hope that he Needed to fulfill his dreams Now she is the lost angel he misses at night She watches over him day and night Trying to keep him out of harms way Never knowing if he'll listen to her whispers of warning and love A lost angel to him Yet she's not so far away Trying to get through to him To let him know she's okay 'I'll never leave you I'll never stop loving you I'll always be here for you just call my name' She is constantly whispering that to her lover Letting him know that she hasn't left him She will constantly be near in his heart to protect and love him He may think she is a lost angel but if he listens to the wind she is talking to him constantly A lost angel with a goal To protect and love the one she loves To guide him through until the right time Always whispering and saying 'Call my name and I'll be there' She doesn't want him to stop loving others Actually she wants him to live his life After all there is time for her to love and protect him 'Wait until the time is right You will know when it is time to come home to me For I will be there with open arms To hold you close and never let go' 'Always know that I love you I will never leave you alone in this world You'll find another love and give her your heart While knowing that I am there with you' A lost angel smiled for a change When the man she loves listened to her advice Now he knows his lost angel never left She is always by his side The love of his life His lost angel

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RaviSathasivam

MyAngelILoveToWatchYouSleep

When the night comes then your voice calm down When the moon begin to sail in the sky then your eyes are closing down to sleep You fall asleep while dim light illuminates your room I love to watch you sleep my little girl You sleep like a little angel within your dreams Your hair falls both sides of your face and your hands folded in to the blanket Your pillows and bunnies are speard around you You breath soft and low while your innocent heart beat slowly to the merry tune I love to watch you sleep my little baby When I want to kiss you to say good night in your sleep then you toss your head and stretch your little body and turn around sleep again while holding your pillow God brought you to me and given you as his gift and today you are the greatest treasure in my life Someone to laugh and dance and sing in my home I love to watch you sleep my angel Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka Copyright @2004 Ravi Sathasivam

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RobertRumery

MyAngelInTheDarkness

I know I haven't really been a good friend, and I know I could of tried a little harder, but you see I can't tell you, how I feel about you, the world would reject me if I did, but I'm willing to try, and go over the edge, and show you how I Feel about you, when we meet, I was in such bad shape, my life was crumbling all around me, until I meet you, my life was engulfed in darkness, I was engulfed in my own self-pity, I had an inescapable demon, living inside of my head, I had pain inside of heart, I felting nothing but pain, for months and months, I thought it was inedible, until I meet you that day, not really suspecting anyone that would, really care about me, not suspecting that anyone that would even love me, love me, like the way that you do, My Angel (In The Darkness) My Angel (In The Darkness) My Angel (In The Darkness) I couldn't believe what I was seeing, nor what I was saying or what I was hearing, the world had rejected you for what you are, and what you've done, but do they have the eyes that I do? was it insane of me, to see you as the angel, that I know you are, and not the demon that they all make you out to be, was I insane to see the goodness inside of you, and was it crazy that you took the darkness outside of me, My Angel (In The Darkness) My Angel (In The Darkness) My Angel (In The Darkness) We spent each day, and we spent each know confessing, our sins to each other, like it was alright, and we knew we'd listen to each other, but I must confess, that’s not all that I need, that’s not all that I want, all that I need, and all that I want is your love, and your sweet choice, the way that you would look at me and smile, and tell me everything was going to be alright, and just help me hold on a little bit longer, hold on a little bit longer, My Angel (In The Darkness) My Angel (In The Darkness) My Angel (In The Darkness) she told me its okay, to let your feelings go, and tell people how you feel, and if you love them, but I couldn't really do that, there was only one person that I've loved, one person I could only love unconditionally and love without temptation, She’s My Angel (In The Darkness) , The only Angel I'm going to love, My Angel (In The Darkness) , the only Angel I trust My Angel (In The Darkness) as she was there for me, I'm going to be there for her, I'm know her Angel In the darkness, I am know the one that will love her unconditionally and without temptation, I just wanted her to know, how much I love her and cherish her, I love you, My Angel (In The Darkness)

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AlyceCrowley

MyAngel

His eyes, They follow, Expecting... I touch his face- Your innocent without Knowing it. My Angel The shadows gather And he warms me Thrills, Holds me, His eyes are dark, My Angel My soul it trails, hoping, expecting, Dreaming... My Angel

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ErnestineNorthover

MyAngel

An angel floated overhead, With such soft gentle eyes, I lay entranced upon my bed, 'Is this like when one dies? ', The notion flashed quick through my mind, How was it he was here, Why was he hovering, I was inclined, To ask, but I in fear Did not have courage to move or speak, I seemed completely dumb, There was no way that I could seek An answer, I felt too numb. He spread his wings and flew away, The mists rolled in above, And I sensed that I just had to pray, My heart was filled with love. I raised my head and looked around, And then suddenly I knew It was a dream and with awareness, found My angel had been you! © Ernestine Northover

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VeronicaMendoza

MyAngel

the stars are in your eyes the moon is in your lips the sun is in your skin it makes you glow... just like an angel.... the angel in my heart you keep it together when it starts fall apart. cause your my angel.. my gaurdian angel... your there through it all... you catch me when i fall.. you never leave me behind youre there waiting with me no matter the time...

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hazemaljaber

MyAngel

o my angel, whom is suspended, .. suspended between the sky and the earth.... whom always, i wish to reach you, ... whom always, i dream that i reached your heart, ... don`t ask any one, whom is your beloved, .. and don`t choose him, by how he looks like, ... ask your heart, .. just ask your heart, ... only your heart, whom knows the answer, .. and know, who is your beloved, .. and know, whom is your man, .. from between all men in the world.... i put my name in your list, ... as any dress in your closet, .. and maybe that to hesitate for, to choose, .. between your dresses, .. and i accept that, .. to be chosen or not, .. but i accept that, ... and because i love you, .. i accept to be in that, .. and to be as a hostage..

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PaulineDiBenedetto

MyAngelQuot

There's an Angel within me who KNOWS what I need. I can have what I ask for, if I only BELIEVE. My Angel is with me where ever I go. If there is DANGER ahead, my Angel will KNOW. When I KNOW in my HEART, and can SEE with my mind, I can have what I ask for. I'm a child of the DIVINE. If I want something SPECIAL, I need only to THINK. My Angel within me, creates, QUICK AS A WINK! My Angel and I, are ONE of a kind. When I want to SEE one, I can LOOK, with my MIND.

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HollyHeron

MyFallenAngel

My fallen angel, My blessing, Your tragedy, On your way to heaven, I grabbed your wings, And pulled you to me, Seeped your warmth, And left you cold, My fallen angel, Guide of beauty, Fallen angel I'm sorry, Your tragedies my blessing, I can't let you go, Heavens too far, Fallen angel, Stay where you fell. Stay with me.

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MikhailYuryevichLermontov

TheAngel

At midnight an angel was crossing the sky, And quietly he sang; The moon and the stars and the concourse of clouds Paid heed to his heavenly song. He sang of the bliss of the innocent souls In heavenly gardens above; Of almighty God he sang out, and his praise Was pure and sincere. He bore in his arms a young soul To our valley of sorrow and tears; The young soul remembered the heavenly song So vivid and yet without words. And long did it struggle on earth, With wondrous desire imbued; But none of the tedious songs of our earth Could rival celestial song.

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IvyChristou

MyGuardianAngel

I was there when you were born, everyone said that you looked like an angel. For me you were an angel. The nurse put you in my arms and I was trembling.. I was afraid to hold you, I was told that babies are fragile, you only turn up to be fragile later on. I watched you grow. I was there when you said your first word, when you took your first step, when your first tooth appeared and you smiled at me with a relief. I knew you loved me.. I could see it in your eyes, when you were looking at me with all the innocence of the world. I could feel it in your touch, each time you held my hand and hid behind me when grownups were making fool of themselves trying to make you smile. Every afternoon, after a tiring day, when for everyone else I had no time to spare, I always had time for you, my precious baby brother. You drew a yellow circle, with a few wavy lines and you shouted with pride: Sun! It was the prettiest sun I had ever seen. At nights you liked bed time stories, with mean dragons, brave knights and imprisoned princesses. You said that when you grow up you want to be a knight with a shiny panoply or at least an astronaut. Instead you became an angel and you flew away one sunny afternoon.. Since then, every time I feel sad, I sense the warmth of my guardian angel's wings, and I have no doubt that they are your wings..

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RobertWilliamService

MyGuardianAngel

When looking back I dimly see The trails my feet have trod, Some hand divine, it seems to me, Has pulled the strings with God; Some angel form has lifeward leaned When hope for me was past; Some love sublime has intervened To save me at the last. For look you! I was born a fool, Damnation was my fate; My lot to drivel and to drool, Egregious and frutrate. But in the deep of my despair, When dark my doom was writ, Some saving hand was always there to pull me from the Pit. A Guardian Angel - how absurd! I scoff at Power Divine. And yet . . . a someone spoke the word That willed me from the swine. And yet, despite my scorn of prayer, My lack of love or friend, I know a Presence will be there, To save me at the end.

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jessicaroberts

MyGuardianAngel

From the moment we met Something felt right You’ve been here through my problems You have never once let me down You have been my guardian angel This I have to tell you I feel as though you’re always near and watching over me To take care of me when I needed it Your light shines around you all day When I need someone to lean on your always here To be able to tell you something and have you understand My lovely sweet guardian angel and friend Having you as my guardian and friend My life has come back together Never have I had a best friend/guardian angel as you So this is to let you now what I see you as My guardian angel IS spazz You will always be Because I need you to watch over me So please never leave me all together

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NatalieHawksley

NeedingAnAngel

Empty and lost in this nightmare, Tears caress my cheeks, crying for an angel's whisper that will make me touch heaven. I lie praying that i'll be saved, Took away and freed from this pain, Tears caress my cheeks, Crying for an angel's whisper that will make me touch heaven. My praying was not in vain, I'm now happy and at peace, The tears that once caressed my cheeks have been dried away by the angel's whisper, That helped me touch heaven.

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LovinaSylviaChidi

SheWasAnAngel

It was written in the stars That she would be something special She was an Angel A musical entrepeneur Off the past, present and the future Her voice was real There was no need to mimic Her romantic musical lyrics She was an Angel People were always curious About this musical genius Many used to climb the hills And stand still Just to hear her making love To the strings of her guitar She belted out songs Some in a whisper While the crowd will chant away Delighted to hear her play She was an Angel A profilic writer An Angelic diva A musical master feeling the air with pure emotion Music was her entire life's devotion She was an Angel Her words were magical Always casting on the crowd a spell Taking them momentarily out of their troubled hell Yes it was written in stars That she would be something special She was beautiful She was wonderful She was an Angel Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi

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MichaelShepherd

SmallTalkAngelStyle

I saw something white in the bushes it was a bunch of angels wings folded taking an ambrosia break and laughing gently over the lies they hear most often when they're passing over they were saying that apart from the old ones like we must have lunch sometime and the cheque's in the post and I promise to take it out before..... there's now I could do this with you all day where's the remote but then they got on to the more serious ones like we only ever wanted the best for you so this is what we... and their voices got quieter so I crept away without their looking my way but I bet they knew I was there listening and I bet they knew I'd tell you

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DeniseLevertov

StPeterAndTheAngel

Delivered out of raw continual pain, smell of darkness, groans of those others to whom he was chained-- unchained, and led past the sleepers, door after door silently opening-- out! And along a long street's majestic emptiness under the moon: one hand on the angel's shoulder, one feeling the air before him, eyes open but fixed... And not till he saw the angel had left him, alone and free to resume the ecstatic, dangerous, wearisome roads of what he had still to do, not till then did he recognize this was no dream. More frightening than arrest, than being chained to his warders: he could hear his own footsteps suddenly. Had the angel's feet made any sound? He could not recall. No one had missed him, no one was in pursuit. He himself must be the key, now, to the next door, the next terrors of freedom and joy.

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NancyDurnell

SweetAngelInDisguise

Sweet Angel in disguise floated into sight one day. Showed me how to live and die, little peoples love and honest child thoughts, understanding life. Whispering quietly to myself, pretending that I knew. How can I repay a minds eye angel, for eternity?

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AngieWatson

SweetDreamsMyAngel

Go to sleep my angel and dream Of heavenly places and heavenly faces You shall be missed, my angel but rest in peace In this world you could easily get hurt Don't fret my angel you are safe in God's arms He will take care of you And will always be with you Mortal dreams of riches, but my angel You are rich for eternal life So sleep now angel you are full of love and beauty We will all be with you soon Sweet dreams my angel When you wake up you'll know that Your dreams have come true

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VachelLindsay

TheAngelAndTheClown

I saw wild domes and bowers And smoking incense towers And mad exotic flowers In Illinois. Where ragged ditches ran Now springs of Heaven began Celestial drink for man In Illinois. There stood beside the town Beneath its incense-crown An angel and a clown In Illinois. He was as Clowns are: She was snow and star With eyes that looked afar In Illinois. I asked, "How came this place Of antique Asian grace Amid our callow race In Illinois?" Said Clown and Angel fair: "By laughter and by prayer, By casting off all care In Illinois."

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JamesJarrett

LossOfReason

In cold and bitter dark Madness falls like rain The muddied slopes of reason Slowly slip away Gentle momentum In falling Gains And brings the mountain Tumbling down

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WilliamWilfredCampbell

TheAvengingAngel

1 When the last faint red of the day is dead, 2 And the dim, far heaven is lit 3 With the silvern cars 4 Of the orient stars, 5 And the winged winds whimper and flit; 6 Then I rise through the dome of my aerodrome, 7 Like a giant eagle in flight; 8 And I take my place 9 In the vengeful race 10 With the sinister fleets of night. 11 As I rise and rise in the cloudy skies, 12 No sound in the silence is heard, 13 Save the lonesome whirr 14 Of my engine's purr, 15 Like the wings of a monster bird. 16 And naught is seen save the vault, serene, 17 Of the vasty realms of night, 18 That vanish, aloof, 19 To eternity's roof, 20 As I mount in my ominous flight. 21 And I float and pause in the fleecy gauze, 22 Like a bird in a nest of down; 23 While 'neath me in deeps 24 Of blackness, sleeps 25 The far, vast London town. 26 But I am not here, like a silvern sphere, 27 To glory the deeps of space, 28 But a sentinel, I, 29 In this tower of the sky, 30 Scanning the dim deep's face. 31 For, sudden, afar, like a luminous star, 32 Or a golden horn of the moon, 33 Or a yellow leaf 34 Of the forest's grief, 35 When the autumn winds are atune; 36 There is borne on my sight, down the spaces of night, 37 By the engines of evilment sped, 38 That wonderful, rare, 39 Vast ship of the air, 40 Beautiful, ominous, dread. 41 One instant she floats, most magic of boats, 42 Illusive, implacable, there; 43 Throned angel of ill, 44 On her crystal-built hill, 45 O'er a people's defenceless despair. 46 Then sudden, I rise, like a bolt through the skies, 47 To the very dim roofs of the world; 48 Till down in the grey, 49 I see my grim prey, 50 Like a pallid gold leaf, uncurled. 51 And I hover and swing, until swiftly I spring, 52 And drop like a falling star; 53 And again and again, 54 My death-dealing rain, 55 Hurl to the deeps afar. 56 Then I hover and listen, till I see the far glisten 57 Of a flame-flash blanching the night; 58 And I know that my hate, 59 That has lain in wait, 60 Has won in the grim air-fight. 61 Then I curve and slant, while my engines pant, 62 And the wings of my great bird tame; 63 While the sinister Hun, 64 In his ill, undone, 65 Goes out in a blinding flame.

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RobertBrowning

TheBoyAndTheAngel

Morning, evening, noon and night, ``Praise God!; sang Theocrite. Then to his poor trade he turned, Whereby the daily meal was earned. Hard he laboured, long and well; O'er his work the boy's curls fell. But ever, at each period, He stopped and sang, ``Praise God!'' Then back again his curls he threw, And cheerful turned to work anew. Said Blaise, the listening monk, ``Well done; ``I doubt not thou art heard, my son: ``As well as if thy voice to-day ``Were praising God, the Pope's great way. ``This Easter Day, the Pope at Rome ``Praises God from Peter's dome.'' Said Theocrite, ``Would God that I ``Might praise him, that great way, and die!'' Night passed, day shone, And Theocrite was gone. With God a day endures alway, A thousand years are but a day. God said in heaven, ``Nor day nor night ``Now brings the voice of my delight.'' Then Gabriel, like a rainbow's birth, Spread his wings and sank to earth; Entered, in flesh, the empty cell, Lived there, and played the craftsman well; And morning, evening, noon and night, Praised God in place of Theocrite. And from a boy, to youth he grew: The man put off the stripling's hue: The man matured and fell away Into the season of decay: And ever o'er the trade he bent, And ever lived on earth content. (He did God's will; to him, all one If on the earth or in the sun.) God said, ``A praise is in mine ear; ``There is no doubt in it, no fear: ``So sing old worlds, and so ``New worlds that from my footstool go. ``Clearer loves sound other ways: ``I miss my little human praise.'' Then forth sprang Gabriel's wings, off fell The flesh disguise, remained the cell. 'Twas Easter Day: he flew to Rome, And paused above Saint Peter's dome. In the tiring-room close by The great outer gallery, With his holy vestments dight, Stood the new Pope, Theocrite: And all his past career Came back upon him clear, Since when, a boy, he plied his trade, Till on his life the sickness weighed; And in his cell, when death drew near, An angel in a dream brought cheer: And rising from the sickness drear He grew a priest, and now stood here. To the East with praise he turned, And on his sight the angel burned. ``I bore thee from thy craftsman's cell ``And set thee here; I did not well. ``Vainly I left my angel-sphere, ``Vain was thy dream of many a year. ``Thy voice's praise seemed weak; it dropped--- ``Creation's chorus stopped! ``Go back and praise again ``The early way, while I remain. ``With that weak voice of our disdain, ``Take up creation's pausing strain. ``Back to the cell and poor employ: ``Resume the craftsman and the boy!'' Theocrite grew old at home; A new Pope dwelt in Peter's dome. One vanished as the other died: They sought God side by side.

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RabindranathTagore

TheChildAngel

They clamour and fight, they doubt and despair, they know no end to their wrangling. Let your life come amongst them like a flame of light, my child, unflickering and pure, and delight them into silence. They are cruel in their greed and their envy, their words are like hidden knives thirsting for blood. Go and stand amidst their scowling hearts, my child, and let your gentle eyes fall upon them like the forgiving peace of the evening over the strife of the day. Let them see your face, my child, and thus know the meaning of all things; let them love you and thus love each other. Come and take your seat in the bosom of the limitless, my child. At sunrise open and raise your heart like a blossoming flower, and at sunset bend your head and in silence complete the worship of the day.

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WilliamTopazMcGonagall

TheDestroyingAngel

I dreamt a dream the other night That an Angel appeared to me, clothed in white. Oh! it was a beautiful sight, Such as filled my heart with delight. And in her hand she held a flaming brand, Which she waved above her head most grand; And on me she glared with love-beaming eyes, Then she commanded me from my bed to arise. And in a sweet voice she said, "You must follow me, And in a short time you shall see The destruction of all the public-houses in the city, Which is, my friend, the God of Heaven's decree." Then from my bed in fear I arose, And quickly donned on my clothes; And when that was done she said, " Follow me Direct to the High Street, fearlessly." So with the beautiful Angel away I did go, And when we arrived at the High Street, Oh! what a show, I suppose there were about five thousand men there, All vowing vengeance against the publicans, I do declare. Then the Angel cried with a solemn voice aloud To that vast end Godly assembled crowd, "Gentlemen belonging the fair City of Dundee, Remember I have been sent here by God to warn ye. "That by God's decree ye must take up arms and follow me And wreck all the public-houses in this fair City, Because God cannot countenance such dens of iniquity. Therefore, friends of God, come, follow me. "Because God has said there's no use preaching against strong drink, Therefore, by taking up arms against it, God does think, That is the only and the effectual cure To banish it from the land, He is quite sure. "Besides, it has been denounced in Dundee for fifty years By the friends of Temperance, while oft they have shed tears. Therefore, God thinks there's no use denouncing it any longer, Because the more that's said against it seemingly it grows stronger." And while the Angel was thus addressing the people, The Devil seemed to be standing on the Townhouse Steeple, Foaming at the mouth with rage, and seemingly much annoyed, And kicking the Steeple because the public-houses wore going to be destroyed. Then the Angel cried, " Satan, avaunt! begone!" Then he vanished in the flame, to the amazement of everyone; And waving aloft the flaming brand, That she carried in her right hand She cried, "Now, friends of the Temperance cause, follow me: For remember if's God's high decree To destroy all the public-houses in this fair City; Therefore, friends of God, let's commence this war immediately." Then from the High Street we all did retire, As the Angel, sent by God, did desire; And along the Perth Road we all did go, While the Angel set fire to the public-houses along that row. And when the Perth Road public-houses were fired, she cried, " Follow me, And next I'll fire the Hawkhill public-houses instantly." Then away we went with the Angel, without dread or woe, And she fired the IEawkhill public-houses as onward we did go. Then she cried, "Let's on to the Scouringburn, in God's name." And away to the Scouringburn we went, with our hearts aflame, As the destroying Angel did command. And when there she fired the public-houses, which looked very grand. And when the public-houses there were blazing like a kiln, She cried, " Now, my friends, we'll march to the Bonnet Hill, And we'll fire the dens of iniquity without dismay, Therefore let's march on, my friends, without delay." And when we arrived at the Bonnet Hill, The Angel fired the public-houses, as she did well. Then she cried, "We'll leave them now to their fate, And march on to the Murraygate." Then we marched on to the Murraygate, And the Angel fired the public-houses there, a most deserving fate. Then to the High Street we marched and fired them there, Which was a most beautiful blaze, I do declare. And on the High Street, old men and women were gathered there, And as the flames ascended upwards, in amazement they did stare When they saw the public-houses in a blaze, But they clapped their hands with joy and to God gave praise. Then the Angel cried, "Thank God, Christ's Kingdom's near at hand, And there will soon be peace and plenty throughout the land, And the ravages of the demon Drink no more will be seen." But, alas, I started up in bed, and behold it was a dream!

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JorieGraham

TheGuardianAngelOfTheLittleUtopia

Shall I move the flowers again? Shall I put them further to the left into the light? Win that fix it, will that arrange the thing? Yellow sky. Faint cricket in the dried-out bush. As I approach, my footfall in the leaves drowns out the cricket-chirping I was coming close to hear Yellow sky with black leaves rearranging it. Wind rearranging the black leaves in it. But anyway I am indoors, of course, and this is a pane, here, and I have arranged the flowers for you again. Have taken the dead cordless ones, the yellow bits past apogee, the faded cloth, the pollen-free abandoned marriage-hymn back out, leaving the few crisp blooms to swagger, winglets, limpid debris Shall I arrange these few remaining flowers? Shall I rearrange these gossamer efficiencies? Please don't touch me with your skin. Please let the thing evaporate. Please tell me clearly what it is. The party is so loud downstairs, bristling with souvenirs. It's a philosophy of life, of course, drinks fluorescent, whips of syntax in the air above the heads -- how small they seem from here, the bobbing universal heads, stuffing the void with eloquence, and also tiny merciless darts of truth. It's pulled on tight, the air they breathe and rip. It's like a prize the way it's stretched on tight over the voices, keeping them intermingling, forcing the breaths to marry, marry, cunning little hermeneutic cupola, dome of occasion in which the thoughts re- group, the footprints stall and gnaw in tiny ruts, the napkins wave, are waved , the honeycombing thoughts are felt to dialogue, a form of self- congratulation, no?, or is it suffering? I'm a bit dizzy up here rearranging things, they will come up here soon, and need a setting for their fears, and loves, an architecture for their evolutionary morphic needs -- what will they need if I don't make the place? -- what will they know to miss?, what cry out for, what feel the bitter restless irritations for? A bit dizzy from the altitude of everlastingness, the tireless altitudes of the created place, in which to make a life -- a liberty -- the hollow, fetishized, and starry place, a bit gossamer with dream, a vortex of evaporations, oh little dream, invisible city, invisible hill I make here on the upper floors for you -- down there, where you are entertained, where you are passing time, there's glass and moss on air, there's the feeling of being numerous, mouths submitting to air, lips to protocol, and dreams of sense, tongues, hinges, forceps clicking in anticipation ofas if the moment, freeze-burned by accuracies--of could be thawed open into life again by gladnesses, by rectitude -- no, no -- by the sinewy efforts at sincerity -- can't you feel it gliding round you, mutating, yielding the effort-filled phrases of your talk to air, compounding, stemming them, honeying-open the sheerest innuendoes till the rightness seems to root, in the air, in the compact indoor sky, and the rest, all round, feels like desert, falls away, and you have the sensation of muscular timeliness,and you feel the calligraphic in you reach out like a soul into the midst of others, in conversation, gloved by desire, into the tiny carnage of opinionsSo dizzy. Life buzzing beneath me though my feeling says the hive is gone, queen gone, the continuum continuing beneath, busy, earnest, in con- versation. Shall I prepare. Shall I put this further to the left, shall I move the light, the point-of-view, the shades are drawn, to cast a glow resembling disappearance, slightly red, will that fix it, will that make clear the task, the trellised ongoingness and all these tiny purposes, these parables, this marketplace of tightening truths? Oh knit me that am crumpled dust, the heap is all dispersed. Knit me that am. Say therefore. Say philosophy and mean by that the pane. Let us look out again. The yellow sky. With black leaves rearranging it

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JorieGraham

TheGuardianAngelOfThePrivateLife

All this was written on the next day's list. On which the busyness unfurled its cursive roots, pale but effective, and the long stem of the necessary, the sum of events, built-up its tiniest cathedral... (Or is it the sum of what takes place? ) If I lean down, to whisper, to them, down into their gravitational field, there where they head busily on into the woods, laying the gifts out one by one, onto the path, hoping to be on the air, hoping to please the children -- (and some gifts overwrapped and some not wrapped at all) -- if I stir the wintered ground-leaves up from the paths, nimbly, into a sheet of sun, into an escape-route-width of sun, mildly gelatinous where wet, though mostly crisp, fluffing them up a bit, and up, as if to choke the singularity of sun with this jubilation of manyness, all through and round these passers-by -- just leaves, nothing that can vaporize into a thought, no, a burning bush's worth of spidery, up-ratcheting, tender-cling leaves, oh if -- the list gripped hard by the left hand of one, the busyness buried so deep into the puffed-up greenish mind of one, the hurried mind hovering over its rankings, the heart -- there at the core of the drafting leaves -- wet and warm at the zero of the bright mock-stairwaying-up of the posthumous leaves -- the heart, formulating its alleyways of discovery, fussing about the integrity of the whole, the heart trying to make time and place seem small, sliding its slim tears into the deep wallet of each new event on the list then checking it off -- oh the satisfaction -- each check a small kiss, an echo of the previous one, off off it goes the dry high-ceilinged obligation, checked-off by the fingertips, by the small gust called done that swipes the unfinishable's gold hem aside, revealing what might have been, peeling away what should . . . There are flowerpots at their feet. There is fortune-telling in the air they breathe. It filters-in with its flashlight-beam, its holy-water-tinted air, down into the open eyes, the lampblack open mouth. Oh listen to these words I'm spitting out for you. My distance from you makes them louder. Are we all waiting for the phone to ring? Who should it be? What fountain is expected to thrash forth mysteries of morning joy? What quail-like giant tail of promises, pleiades, psalters, plane-trees, what parapets petalling-forth the invisible into the world of things, turning the list into its spatial-form at last, into its archival many-headed, many-legged colony . . . Oh look at you. What is it you hold back? What piece of time is it the list won't cover? You down there, in the theater of operations -- you, throat of the world -- so diacritical -- (are we all waiting for the phone to ring?) -- (what will you say? are you home? are you expected soon?) -- oh wanderer back from break, all your attention focused -- as if the thinking were an oar, this ship the last of some original fleet, the captains gone but some of us who saw the plan drawn-out still here -- who saw the thinking clot-up in the bodies of the greater men, who saw them sit in silence while the voices in the other room lit-up with passion, itchings, dreams of landings, while the solitary ones, heads in their hands, so still, the idea barely forming at the base of that stillness, the idea like a homesickness starting just to fold and pleat and knot-itself out of the manyness -- the plan -- before it's thought, before it's a done deal or the name-you're-known-by -- the men of x, the outcomes of y -- before -- the mind still gripped hard by the hands that would hold the skull even stiller if they could, that nothing distract, that nothing but the possible be let to filter through, the possible and then the finely filamented hope, the filigree, without the distractions of wonder -- oh tiny golden spore just filtering-in to touch the good idea, which taking-form begins to twist, coursing for bottom-footing, palpating for edge-hold, limit, now finally about to rise, about to go into the other room -- and yet not having done so yet, not yet -- the intake -- before the credo, before the plan -- right at the homesickness -- before this list you hold in your exhausted hand. Oh put it down.

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RobertBrowning

TheGuardianAngel

A PICTURE AT FANO. I. Dear and great Angel, wouldst thou only leave That child, when thou hast done with him, for me! Let me sit all the day here, that when eve Shall find performed thy special ministry, And time come for departure, thou, suspending Thy flight, mayst see another child for tending, Another still, to quiet and retrieve. II. Then I shall feel thee step one step, no more, From where thou standest now, to where I gaze, ---And suddenly my head is covered o'er With those wings, white above the child who prays Now on that tomb---and I shall feel thee guarding Me, out of all the world; for me, discarding Yon heaven thy home, that waits and opes its door. III. I would not look up thither past thy head Because the door opes, like that child, I know, For I should have thy gracious face instead, Thou bird of God! And wilt thou bend me low Like him, and lay, like his, my hands together, And lift them up to pray, and gently tether Me, as thy lamb there, with thy garment's spread? IV. If this was ever granted, I would rest My bead beneath thine, while thy healing hands Close-covered both my eyes beside thy breast, Pressing the brain, which too much thought expands, Back to its proper size again, and smoothing Distortion down till every nerve had soothing, And all lay quiet, happy and suppressed. V. How soon all worldly wrong would be repaired! I think how I should view the earth and skies And sea, when once again my brow was bared After thy healing, with such different eyes. O world, as God has made it! All is beauty: And knowing this, is love, and love is duty. What further may be sought for or declared? VI. Guercino drew this angel I saw teach (Alfred, dear friend!)---that little child to pray, Holding the little hands up, each to each Pressed gently,---with his own head turned away Over the earth where so much lay before him Of work to do, though heaven was opening o'er him, And he was left at Fano by the beach. VII. We were at Fano, and three times we went To sit and see him in his chapel there, And drink his beauty to our soul's content ---My angel with me too: and since I care For dear Guercino's fame (to which in power And glory comes this picture for a dower, Fraught with a pathos so magnificent)--- VIII. And since he did not work thus earnestly At all times, and has else endured some wrong--- I took one thought his picture struck from me, And spread it out, translating it to song. My love is here. Where are you, dear old friend? How rolls the Wairoa at your world's far end? This is Ancona, yonder is the sea.

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