To see angels crying and stressing over how low they are compared to the gods of perfections.

I curse their vile words, their cruel vanity.
Then to threaten suicide? (Not you, others)
How about us down buried in this **** hole down below.
Do we have no hope too?
**** That!
Just because we are beneath those blessed wings doesn't mean that we should totally give up if even the angels can't fly.
I have my own wings!
I will fly again!
I will never die like this!

How vicious a blow to receive from those with power.
Be humble but do not belittle the ones who look up towards your glory.
Give thanks for your blessings. Even in your shortcomings why must you curse those above you.
Look Below.
We live There.
We dream of living where you are right now.
Don't look back with regrets,
  we have been through worse.
Don't believe me? We have scars to prove it.

So Fly!
Be of your wings.
Be Free.

I fly with one wing.
And I am honoured to see the sky.

I am Wind

Wait. What was I talking about? I hear such strange things. Such disturbing thoughts.

How relaxing.

Relaxing?
Ahh yes, i was relaxing in my lounge chair.

How Frustrating.
I Misplaced my ideas in the depth of my kind.

Kind?
Yes I do believe I am such a person to bestow kindness towards others.
Though I Haven't the clue the sorts of.

Wait. This wasn't what i was speaking of earlier.

Infuriated i should be had not my curiousity been aroused awoken.
My friend the call to attention has spoken.
Seek to find it's end by all ends you may enlighten.

Be Frightened?
Nay, Tis but a play for play is for the youth of all, be stick or stones or colored ball. At the ball awaits the guests. You guessed it. The Royal Tea of Royalty for Royal tea for three today. Some tea for three at play..
Though I haven't a clue the sorts of...

Hey.
Repeat again now.
Hey. . . Please stay.
Was this the topic?  Nay.
For Shame.
I speak of you my dame. 'Tis ye beckoned my name.
Come join my fun and game. Only yourself to blame.
No worries now. I'm tame.
From wind I am it's flame

Why make wishes to the stars at night?
Your wish shall take forever love.
Send your dreams to the sun above,
  that bathes warmth strong and bright.
That sooner you may pleasures take.
From desires in you, make.

Good Morning, My Sweetheart,
Good Morning, to Thee,
Oh yes, Quite a,
Beautiful Morning, it be.
This Morning,
Your Love Letter,
Came unto Me.

My heart set ablaze,
Not with passionate fire.
But filled with the light,
Of hope and desire.

With your distant light,
4 years shone down to me.
Without hope, chance, (or) encouragement,
You still believed in me.

I gave you not a word,
No glimmer, no spark.
No hope (that) I'd return (to you),
With love in my heart.

You look at me now,
A gentle heart broken.
But you stay me gently,
Your true heart has spoken.

A powerful love,
Without lusting desires.
A sweet lullaby,
Without passion filled fires.

For lust and for passion,
These things have their place.
Not here and not now,
Not this sacred place.
I dare not destroy but,
This gift of God's grace.
Lest my actions, destroy,
The glow of thy face.

To send me a love,
Who Loved (me) from afar.
Your heavenly light,
Shining down, like a star.

So distant you were,
I felt your warmth not.
(But) you guided my way,
Gave me refuge, (that) I sought.

My heart is still shattered,
From memories before.
Just wait for my love,
Just a little bit more.

I know, that my heart,
yearns to love, and to care,
For someone so special,
Tender, Loving, There.