St Michael

St Michael
An angel here in earth
Now among the saints in heaven
St Michael the name will linger
The self proclaimed emperor of the universe
The tiny dust, ashes and dirt on a strong heart
St Michael, your soul overlooks us all
The father of the millennium, the new generation
Today, we mourn you St Michael
Today, you smile down on us all in Heaven
Your first generation St Michael, will tell a tale
There was always a plan B in your Life.
The good ones die young your prophesy you made
Rest in Peace dear friend and foe

A Perfect Soul by Janee

A flittering soul free of the timeless perplexities of existence
all in truth except one…the puzzle of the inner heart.
A pristine soul surrounded by condemnations and corruption
from all circles. So a solid wall, not of ice, but of fire-hot, burning;
a perpetualaching in the inner depths- is built,
towering and enduring as a protective barrier against the destructive universe.
An angelic soul warm, giving, smiles of sunshine and eyes in a midnight
sky-blossoms, yearning for the fleeting-a precise moment in time,
when the heart stands still, waiting for that moment,
then it comes, swift, spontaneous- a pounding of drums,
a touch, a breath, a quiver-and the soul is lost.
The soul awakened, innocent,
yet not na?
all-knowing, yet completely spellbound by the unknown-a shimmering,
eyes wide open sweet succulent soul embraces-the fires internal-tamed-by passion
and suddenly freed from
the entrapments of the spirit into the universe of the heart.
A perfect soul.

My Identity

I
I will nopt be judged for the world is mine
I will not look back for the world is mine
I will not be with you, because I reign in the World alone
I have the power of all things possible, I and I alone knows it.

Take a walk sweet angel

I sit here and watch her lost eyes
Flickering with the disco ball
A hundred globes round a merry go
I see the shadow of her bonnet covering the eyes
Yet a hundred globe lights will not outshine her star
In stealth mode I read her minds, keystrokes by stroke
I feel her soul wailing and mourning, She want to go
She want to be in a journey of a million light years
Her heart is strong and fighting the vices of the globe lights
The Echo of the buffers and the swagger and sways of street walkers
They fill the place and reminiscent the recreating of the red lights
In a way, I tell myself
This is right, in a way I want the music to stop for her
I want the lights to dim and watch the glitter of her eyes
I want the echoes of wailing and mourning from her soul to stop
I have a fifty in my wallet, it too much to pay the price
I will, if I can give her the fifty, Pledge to pay the bearer in demand
I cannot, her pal tell me o’er the moon, she is fresh
She won’t be a street walker, but this is a brothel
A silent prayer for her is all I do; hopefully she will get to walk dear Lord.
Take a walk sweet angel.

Just a Thought Antoinnette

I wade through this maze of thoughts in my sleep Antoinnette

I stumble upon a series of picture perfect

Panoramic glittering of gold dust

Yonder in green meadows. Paradise, YES,

Endless kaleidoscope of spring splendour

Only fairies liveth in thy beauty

My eyes lock, homing towards the fairly of them all

Zeroing on the best perfect of perfections, more gold dust, even diamonds

Seen only by the blurry image of summer nights, a meteor shower for fireworks

Wake up I will not, till the zenith of time.

Die not my fairly charm, light my spirit

Touch not, my fragile Indra Swallotail.

Oh Yes, I can touch, Wings curves of flowing locks,

Bare ebony bosom on a silky skin

Oh chastely a twill of divine tweed. Drink thee from the nipples blossom

Then, can't beseech thee, can't Love thee.

My heart a gazillions pieces.

Heart Broken by the courtesan trollop strumpet.

I seek thee your strength my fairly angel

Sundown will teach I to Love thee.

Love

Richard