The frayed angels shed their wings and descend into earth’s turmoil
Burying their sunlight in a cloth of sleek and willing flesh
that... incomplete forever
wanders the thirsty deserts of unrequited desire
In dreams sometimes we touch that place of peace where longing ends
Where the long road of countless sleeps beckons into the cross roads of awakening
The punishment of separation ends the slaughter of innocence
the ravaged hearts and faces of those who lost their love
there is nothing in this life so sweet
as the touch ... the embrace of one who has come across all the vastness of lifetimes
To lie tranquil in your arms
It is as close to paradise as we are permitted to come here...
The casual couplings
The lust of power to possess are only shadows of this love
Ceremonies of torment and loss
For the more one desires
The greater the effort to have and discard
The greater the distance from ones own heart
Every living thing struggles to hold to that one memory of themselves
...in which the candle of love burned
however briefly... ..so brightly
All doubt and hate are merely faith and love suppressed
And the inability to love
Worse than any death
Death being only the boat that sails us through and into the fields of eternal peace
not even the worst of us can avoid this forever
it for this mercy alone that forever exists
There is nothing that you can do for which he will not forgive you
I wish only that I might linger all of my days in love
Forging that bond that spans all time and change
and washes away for all time
The weakness and stupidities of my fear
Fear,
which is all that has ever stood between me and the ones I loved
Fear
that has made a lie so many times Of the living truth
I AM Like all of you
An embodiment of god
All possibilities at birth were delivered into our hands
yet we give ourselves into subjugation to our servants for ridicule and confinement
Cast out from the castles from where we as kings and queens ruled all things
...from within the temple of the heart
Cast out into the trackless wastes of our own confusions,
.. amnesia driven hungry and alone
While those created to serve us spill our wine,
eat our food
and laugh at the ignorance that has closed our eyes to the beauty of ourselves
Never again will I let myself be tormented by fear
the love killer ....the life killer
Death of a sort comes to us all
No matter who we are we cannot escape that
We can only accept and wonder
To whom did it happen?
Let go all chains that hold the image down
Earth does not speak unless the spirit flames these times in which we live
Dance like some drunken jester on the edge of the abyss
Great things are within our reach even as we wait,
we can see... the first glimmer of that dawn
..for which so long we have waited to see.
It has nearly broken me...
But nothing is beyond repair
Truly let this moment be your last moment of regret
Let your heart see that you have not touched the best times yet
Take back your wings no longer frayed and fallen
let us rise and soar as if no one had ever gone before.
The Frayed Angels.Visible Stream of Consciousness
The Rant on how this effects us.. straight from my heart of hearts...
There has been so many times that I have felt like a frayed angel spoken of above and I could not understand why I was so hated for what I saw as simple truths. It is ok because it had to be said. It had to be done. One cannot live a lie. If it was alright for me. Then it is alright for others. I only have me. I am sorry I have damaged with truth. Some times the truth is uglier than the fiction.
The truth of which I speak is of DNA nature. It is whether he has the DNA ... I had hoped not. I had been so hurt that if there was a remote chance that my beautiful son was not contaminated by this monster I would have been relieved.
I do not know do I? I did what I did, and I cannot help what I did. I was responding to what he was doing to me and I did this to survive. Fair is fair. To think that his so called father has gone back to find all of the people again he was doing this with and he has not told Jesse he has a brother he fathered yet!
WHAT WILL BECOME OF ME! I ask for strength from my angels now and to please lift me up and hold me tight and not to let me go now. Help me to make this my last moment of regret. Help me to unfold my wings from their crushed exile contorted and twisted from the pain of existence. Help me to fly free in my spirit and to love and be loved and to make this world a brighter place with no more war. Unfolden I am becoming illuminated and golden and I am not afraid of the light. I am not afraid of Love.
Image by Mezza - Montana's Angel Chrystal
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