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Cassiel Moore May 2012
The angel with chocolate eyes looked to his brother with tears
The first time they had seen each other in thousands of years
He stood his ground, ready to fight
Knowing this would be their last night

Why big brother? He asked
Hoping this pain wouldn’t last
Why would you do this? Why would you leave?
There is more to this than you believe
The oldest angel holding back his tears
Looked away realizing his fears
Because little brother, everything father said was wrong
I fell because I didn’t belong

Youngest though he was, he knew what he had to do
He charged his brother when he didn’t have a clue
A battle of angels, brothers began
And to the end their tears ran
Cassiel Moore May 2012
The angel with chocolate eyes looked to his brother with tears
The first time they had seen each other in thousands of years
He stood his ground, ready to fight
Knowing this would be their last night

Why big brother? He asked
Hoping this pain wouldn’t last
Why would you do this? Why would you leave?
There is more to this than you believe
The oldest angel holding back his tears
Looked away realizing his fears
Because little brother, everything father said was wrong
I fell because I didn’t belong

Youngest though he was, he knew what he had to do
He charged his brother when he didn’t have a clue
A battle of angels, brothers began
And to the end their tears ran
Cassiel Moore May 2012
At dusk, when the sky is filled with wisps of crimson and yellow
Your eyes glow with golden brilliance
I find it hard to believe my heart once sang words of mellow
With all your pain, you amaze me with your resilience
The warmth of day draining to night
Reminds me of our short time
And each memory pierces me with fright
That I would never be able to hold you, or read you my rhyme
The way you clutch my arm
As we charge through the darkness of war
Keeps us both from harm
With your strength and beauty to guide us, like a boat and oar
We will win this battle for the world
Just as our love has unfurled
Cassiel Moore May 2012
It has come to my attention that you have lied
About everything we hold dear
There is nothing more I could have tried
To avoid facing my fear
I walked in to our home
Unannounced, to find you sitting
With a ***** on your lap, her body so beautiful it was made of chrome
I knew at that moment you were quitting
It was like my life had come to end
Twenty years down the drain
And to you my journal all I could send
Was a diamond ring full of pain
But it was not what I gave him
A sharpened blade of rage
On the faintest of whim
Yet I realize as I put this on a page
That a whim was not what it took
Years of pain at the end of his fist
Had driven me to give him this look
Of blood pouring from a heart that I have so dearly missed
So though it is my very last day
I take no remorse to what you had to pay
Cassiel Moore May 2012
Shall I compare thee to a midsummer’s day?
No I shall not
For thou is nothing like it
Thou’st temperance is nothing short of fair
A summer’s day is hot and vicious
But thou’st soul is of utmost gentility
A sweet cool temperance is thous heart
Thou is more like an autumn afternoon
With eyes the color of the clear blue sky
And temper of the soft cooling breeze
Thous beauty’s only competitor is the changing leaves
Unique and changing
Vibrant reds, greens and yellows that each tree holds
The warmth of the sun is thous love
A love that only I receive
That warms my own soul to the heat of the burning hearth
Where we lay in passion and love
For if I were to compare thou to a midsummers day
It would be an insult
Thou is more beautiful
Far more fair
Thou is like an autumn afternoon
With eyes like the sky in the clear afternoon
Cassiel Moore May 2012
I love the way you look at me
With blind admiration
I love the way you kiss my lips
When you had no idea what I want
I love the way your face lights up
With a smile as blood drips down your neck
I love the way a needle makes you
Flinch when I drive it home
I love the way our perfection lies
On a bed of quicksand

I love the lakes of fire
That erupts in my stomach
With every sip
I love the faces that shift and change
With no warning
I love the way the classic white coat
Hugs my body tightly
I love your blindness most of all

I love that as I sit across the table
With such dangerous thoughts
You have no clue
I love my schizophrenia
I love that it’s not you
Cassiel Moore May 2012
It took humanity thousands of years to evolve into a society. A place where our thoughts would be heard. Our words could be shared, and we, as a whole moved past the barbaric creatures that we used to be. Few have stood up to the whole and screamed, “WE MUST BREAKOUT OF OUR WAYS! We cannot treat others as if they were dirt! Just because that’s how it has always been does not mean that it is right!”

Their words have inspired, humanity has come so far. We have created an illusion that the more we have the better we are. We have cried and died just to say, “We broke out! We are different and have changed.”

And how perfectly we lie as we say it.

If we have truly evolved, then why are we fighting over love? Does changing mean lining the pockets of politicians so oil companies can make the rules and destroy the Earth?

Is breaking out of our barbaric ways tying down and torturing our mentally disabled? Putting them in cribs so the age of twenty seven looks like a deformed four year old. They are not perfect as the media says that they should. So we hide them away like the Hunchback of Notre Dame was hidden. How can we say that we have left our ****** past behind us when we drug those who are different and condone the torture of the abnormal?

It is not true! Some have screamed at our accusations. It will be changed… and we believe it.

We believe every beautiful lie.

Society bleeds peace from the skin of nuclear weapons. We scream for equality for those who are exactly like us and no one else who doesn’t fit the mold. Gangs run our streets like kings, their drugs flowing through our cities like blood in our veins. Hate is the skeleton with which we thrive and the beautiful lies we whisper are the muscles that keep us moving.

How can we say we have broken out when ****** run the streets free and the pregnant victim is the one society assaults? How can we have broken out when colors that shouldn’t matter are the soul basis for the death of an innocent fourteen year old girl, who just happened to be riding her bike. How can we say that we have changed when families are starving to death because the price of living has gone so high that their stagnant jobs can’t support them like it once did.

Society… Oh society how wrong you are with your honeyed, poisoned words. Do as you say and breakout. Change. Because you’re taking a long walk off a short cliff and those words will catch up to you. Breakout now, no one will do it for you.
Cassiel Moore May 2012
I touched him while he was frightened
For me there was no emotion
I have none
My race does not allow it
Mind meld,
Is what my people call what he needs
He called it strange
But he needed my help
To erase the memories
It is highly dangerous
To perform such intimacy
Especially with the Captain of my ship
But nessacary
The Borg prison I rescued him from
Holds a set of memories
No human should keep
His emotions immediately
Flooded my thoughts
It was so difficult to keep control
I am…in control…of my emotions…
I am…a…I am…
So angry! I wanted to scream
I released my fingers from his temples
And fell to my knees
Catching the Captain as he went down
Tears of rage running down my face
As the Captain woke
He looked at me with an emotion
I know as sadness
No memory,
But he knew
Touching his hand to my cheek
He spoke these words to me:
“You are Vulcan and you are in control.”
Cassiel Moore May 2012
My dear, beloved cigarette
How I love lighting your head on fire
The sweet aroma of your smoke drifting into my lungs
You take my anxiety and anger
And bring it to a more comfortable level
I’ve never been so in love
And yet this love is inconvenient
Your sent lingers on me,
Like a lovers clone
You beg for my attention
At times when I can’t give it to you
But I still love you
My dear, dangerous beloved cigarette
Cassiel Moore May 2012
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
‘For my end is not dread
It is for the finest of all that I go
And in the end you will know
That it is for the best
In a pine box I will rest

The days of fighting to avoid a sip
Of a liquid diet passing through my lips
Doctors said, His esophagus is shrinking
It left you upset and thinking
Of different ways to keep me alive
But is a pickle jar of medication away to survive?

I would try to speak my mind
Yet my mouth would **** it up, I find
That only a pen could I make you understand
What was going on with this man
They labeled me MR
But you never let them take it far

A home where staff loved me so
And yet, I never wanted you to go
Some said I was acting out
It was only because I couldn’t shout
That I missed you so dearly
It had been so long since I last saw you clearly

The violent shaking, they called a seizure
When all went dark I could see her
The angel that resembled you
She held me close to tell me I’m not through
I came back to make you see
That my diagnosis has always meant to be

So do not mourn me when I am dead
For my love for you I’ve always said
Has never reached any barrier in the life I have lead
In death I will lay in this bed
I love you forever mom
‘For only you can make my rapid heart calm
Cassiel Moore May 2012
1
It was the last thing the two
Would have expected. After all
What spoiled kid goes off to
College and expects to fall in
Love. Especially with his roommate.
Justin, as fate would have it, turned
Out to be just that person. He had no idea
What his freshman year would entail, it was a new
Beginning. A step away from the overbearing parents
And steady line of police officers questioning his
Under age intoxication. But not now, now it was just
Himself and his roommate Lucas. Lucas on the other hand
Saw things differently. He was no rich boy that went to college
Just for something to do, he had worked all through high school
And even now, just to get here. He was strong and tall, with muscle
Definition that didn’t quite put him in the ranking of a
Football player, but he wasn’t one to back down from a fight.
He didn’t like to fight, although he had been in more
Than he cared to remember. His blue eyes so intense
That they seemed to look through others rather than at
Them, and he kept them hidden behind glasses, just as he kept
His face hidden under a mess of shaggy black hair that
Was barely enough to tie behind his head. Yet it was
Enough to keep him out of the jocks way who thought
He’d be a good fight, and out of the professors way
Who knew he was brilliant despite his slight **** appearance.
Justin couldn’t have cared less what Lucas looked like or
Where he came from. He was just his roommate and they
Got along. Being the star of the swim team kept him busy.
Too busy for real women, not busy enough for videos.
With a flawless physic crystal clear green eyes, and short
Golden waves that seemed to rest perfectly on his head,
He could have his pick of any of the college cheerleaders.
Yet he found himself without time, sure every once in a while
He would call Lucas to tell him he needed the room for
The night. But it wasn’t often. More commonly he found
Himself with a bottle of whiskey, a freshly rented rated X
Movie and Lucas doing homework in the other corner.
Whiskey was the cause of it. At least on some level, that is
Until the two roommates realized what fate had planned.
2
Justin came in from his usual Friday night swim practice
To find Lucas in his usual spot in front of his  
Laptop. He threw his duffel bag onto the floor by
His bed and went to the mini refrigerator for his
Chilled bag of Doritos and his pint of whiskey.
The bottle was already half empty and another bottle
Was in the freezer to replace it. Lucas had needed to calm down,
From what Justin didn’t know.
He tried to strike up a conversation with the slightly tipsy boy
But nothing but a grunt in response. He simply rolled his eyes and turned on
The new ***** that his buddy in the swim team had given
Him. “Turn that **** off,” Lucas had barked from his computer
Desk. The smell of whiskey had dripped off of his breath. Justin
Didn’t think much of it when he had emptied the half bottle
And opened up the second one. “Calm down dude,” he grumbled.
“I’ll turn it off.” Obediently he did before nearly falling down on his bed with the bottle in his hand. “Why don’t you put the books down and come over here and
Have a drink with me. You never drink with me.”
Lucas eyed him coyly and nodded his head. He took the few
Steps over to the bed and crashed down on it face first.
“I try not to drink around you,” he mumbled against the neck of the bottle.”
“Why not?”
Lucas looked at him closely, studying him for a moment before he answered.
“I’ll need to drink more before I ever get into that,” he
Slurred before taking another long pull from the
Bottle. He handed the bottle back to Justin and smiled as
He drank the last shot from it. The two of them were drunk, drunk
Enough that if they hadn’t woken up as they did the next day,
They never would have believed it.
Justin didn’t like Lucas’s answer, so he pressed and he pressed
And he pressed until Lucas took a drunken swing at him.
He missed but the fight was on. The two half naked men went
At it and began to wrestle on the floor. It wasn’t until Lucas
Came out on top and placed his lips on Justin’s did Justin
Realize why he didn’t drink around him. The blonde swimmer
Resisted for a bit, not wanting some queer on top
Of him. But after a moment, he didn’t mind.
In fact, he began to enjoy it.
It wasn’t until the sunlight shone in his face the next
Morning did he remember any of what happened. He found
Him self and Lucas stark naked in his bed with only the muddy
Blue comforter around their waist. His head had been on his
Roommate’s chest which rose and fell softly with his even,
Deep sleep breathing. His black hair lay across the pillow
He usually drooled on at night, in a way that was so ****
Only he could have done it. No woman could manage that.
Lucas’s glasses sat on the TV stand in a way that
Clearly reminded him of how he had thrown them up there
In last night’s display of passion. But it was Lucas, he had never been
With another guy, especially like that. Suddenly a voice rang
Through his thoughts as he looked over at the slowly awaking
Man below him. “Oh ****,” he muttered half awake, but fully
Aware. Justin’s mind began to clear as he looked into those
Intense blue eyes. “Don’t worry,” Justin said unmoving.
“I’ll pick up some more whiskey tonight.”
Cassiel Moore May 2012
I forgive you for being controlling
Vicious, cold and un-ruling
Because I know you can’t help it
You make life a living hell
For those around you
Who try to love you
But despise you
And you can’t help it
I see the control of your words
Fading the more your mouth opens
You are self-obsessed
Thinking others’ lives are yours
You cannot understand the concept
Of “Think before you speak.”
Not because you are not capable
No
There is nothing wrong with your mind
But I forgive you
Because despite your age
And who you are
You can’t control the way you act
…. Or is it that you won’t
Cassiel Moore May 2012
A warm summer breeze whips around me
On the gray February afternoon
Carrying sounds from all across neighborhood
To drift though my ears
Sliding the red headphones into my bag
I close my eyes to listen to the industrial nature
Once melodious bird sounds are drowned out
By the hum of heavy machinery
The workers voices bleed complaints of bad weather
That they disrupt unknowingly
So much was once green now gray
In the light of this industrial day
Cassiel Moore May 2012
Handcuffs
Look at the wall
Hear the Devil’s chains
Penitentiary

Rainbows
Lips so sensual
Her eyes so full of life
Forbidden love

Heroine**
Do not be me
Death by a needle
Your life ends
Cassiel Moore May 2012
Men
How ashamed am I to be considered one
We brag about our strength
And yet all the bragging has brought is pain
No man can accept another’s definition of life
Therefore blood must be shed
Man cannot share this world with anything less
Than a ***** and a taste for *******
It is a shame that I am one
Men have poured blood over land
That could have easily been shared
And placed severed heads on stakes
Their prize?
They’re truly disgusting
In their history
Even now there are fights
Over who said what and why
No man can ever be understood
Because none are listening
It is because of them I am ashamed to be a man
So instead
I shall be a fish
Cassiel Moore May 2012
Trick by every door
Sweets touch every taste
Of frantic death
Cassiel Moore May 2012
Shadows crashing down the walls
My concentration growing thin
Your words echoing through my mind
As I sketch them down the line
Through the pen my sadness writes
Of a diamond ring and a broken bond
And with this final letter
I’m left to say good bye
For the end is here
And I’m tired of your lies
Cassiel Moore May 2012
Pill poppin’
Party rockin’
Open the med cabinet to find my fix
Claritin for my allergies
Dayquil for the flu
Vitamins for the immune system
NoDose for school
Cepacol for the cough
I’m just pill poppin’ and party rockin’ my way through life
Caffeine to stay awake
Weight loss just to fit in
Can’t sleep eight hours
No that’s too much
Four will do well
There’s too much to do for a busy girl like me
College baby, gonna make a man outta me
My day is full, no matter what the calendar says
Up for work at 5
Bed by 2
Just pill poppin’
To keep party rockin’
Don’t know how much more I can take
But I’ll be ok
Just keep pill poppin’ and party rockin’
I can always sleep when I’m dead.
Cassiel Moore May 2012
From the comfortable chair that I sit
Watching the rain as it falls
Do I realize just how the brilliantly dreary sky
Meets the moments in my life
With such abandon that they kiss
The memories of lovers past
Quarrels of the forgotten
Have marked my soul broken

Yet the tenderness of a simple kiss
Is enough to make the rain become sweet
As opposed to the bone chilling
Wind the rips through my coat
And forces a shiver from my form
I will not let my past define me.
Cassiel Moore May 2012
Dear little children
It’s a scary world
Filled with monsters in suits
And demons that look like you and I
But do not fear little ones
For not all is evil
The rain that takes away recess, washes away the destruction
That others cause
A simple kiss from you to your mother
Gives her more happiness than all the money in the world
Life is not all war and pain
It can be sweet like rain
Or as warm as the sun on a rose
Life is beautiful
You can find it in a smile
Or the kind deeds that a stranger might bring
As he holds open the door for a mother with her child’s stroller
The world is beautiful
So do not get too caught up
In all the trials of everyday life
Take your time
Life will always flow
But if you do not stop to smell the roses
Then life will pass you by
Cassiel Moore May 2012
Fizzy bubbly brown coke
Filling the crystal glass
You’d never know what’s in it
‘till the last sip had passed

It tastes quite peculiar
In fact it’s oddly strange
You’ll never know what’***** you
Never know just how deranged

I bet it tastes delicious
Spectacular indeed
Cyanide is your last drink
For he who back stabs me
Cassiel Moore May 2012
Blood down your face
Angel wings beating quickly
No one left to save
Cassiel Moore May 2012
Watch the morning Sun
Just as he rises above the sea
He taints the ocean red
With all the blood you see

In his full bathtub
Silently he sits
Taking the knife in his hand
The opposite wrist he slits

The Moon intensely watches
As his blood boils the sea
She didn’t try to stop him
She just let him bleed

So deviant
As she gifted him her blade
She drove him to do it
With the mind games she played

Sick of borrowing her light
From the perfect Sun
She drove him to do it
She forced his blood to run
Cassiel Moore May 2012
The Dragon came and took me away
Stole me from the pain of day
Around my waist, his claws he wrapped
To pull me close to his chest
Heart to heart, breast to breast
He flew into the night, moonlight on his back

I am the Princess, Keeper of light
He held me close as he leapt to flight
I was to be his
A slave of his passion
To me he promised no compassion
But one glance at his soul, I knew
That his vicious words were untrue

As he threw me down upon the bed
The furthest thought in my mind was dread
I looked into the Dragon’s eyes
And saw the glory that he could be
I craved the romance I could clearly see
Hiding behind his hardened scowl
He let out a cry of love in a vicious howl

The night progressed
With my Dragon on my chest
I found myself never to be a slave
Rather a Keeper to the heart he gave me
My Dragon’s soul I wish to save

The Dragon has stolen my heart
From him I do not wish to part
I am this Dragon’s Keeper
I can feel the pain of his broken heart, his soul I need to mend
With my light I will tend
To his every wound he will let me near
My darling Dragon, you have nothing to fear
Cassiel Moore May 2012
He stood proud and strong
Against all he knew was wrong
His clothes were made of Knight’s white
In darkness, a beacon so bright
Behind the metal he stood

In the dawn of his waking hour
He stood among the crowds glower
Of daily lives to be saved
No applause was given, and none was craved
Except from a woman young and small

She stood before him tears gleaming
‘for the babe in her arms was screaming
The language he spoke was forign
But for that she would adore him
Because it was the only one she knew

The Knight handed her a vile
With clear instructions for the child
And for her to see him again if it didn’t help
Her tears and joy turned into a small yelp
As she turned and was off with her ill child

He smiled as he watched her go
Another saved and back on the road
The phrase “Hero” and “White Knight” meant nothing to him
Only “PHARMASIST” on his tag in gold trim
Was his motivation for waking each day
Cassiel Moore May 2012
She stood on the old wooden platform with tears in her eyes
So many virgins had been taken from here
For centuries The Dragon has come
Father said, It is to protect the village
To her it was a death sentence
In truth, it was
With her white dress fluttering in the harsh wind
A black spot became visible on the horizon
He was here
To scoop her up and take her to his cave
Never to be seen again
Her vision blurred into black nothingness
As his claws closed around her midsection

The Dragon dropped his prize on the array of pillows he kept for them
He knew what she was thinking
The Dragon always felt so guilty for the women he took
Yet he couldn’t help it, he thought as his claws touched down on the caves cold floor
With a cry of pain his long demonic dragon body receded





Until only the form of a naked man remained
Baring only long raven black hair and two vertical scars on his back
And a braided thong around his neck holding his pendant of Light
Striking gold eyes shown in the darkness of the night
She would be his
Willingly this time
He was tired of the life he had lead
A sigh of arousal brought him back to the here and now
The Dragon turned to face his new bride with black wings unfurled
“Hello Andrea,” he smiled feeling his hunger rise to his throat
She looked at him astonished
“Christopher?”
Cassiel Moore May 2012
Hay un dragón cera de mi corazón
There is a dragon by my heart
Quien hizo una noche una obra de arte
Who made one night a work of art
Sus palabras de miel todavía suenan en mis oídos
His words of honey still ring in my ear
Como si estuviera todavía aquí
As if he were near
A pesar de que hay un centenar de kilómetros de distancia
Though he’s a hundred miles away
Parte de el simper permancera
Part of him will always stay
Incrustado en mi piel
Imbeded in my skin
Todavía mi Corazón tiene que ganar
Still my heart he has to win
Este dragón es el guardián de mi luz
This dragon is the keeper of my light
A partir de un simple día que hizo en la noche
From a simple day he made into night
Que era la oportunidad que trajo este portero
It was chance that brought this keeper
En mi mente, esta hermosa criatura
Into my world, this beautiful creature
A mi dragón, tan cerca y tan lejos
My dragon, so close and yet so far
En mi corazón, que le dejo una cicatriz apasionada**
Upon my heart, he left a passionate scar
Cassiel Moore May 2012
The reverend looked upon his charge with a smile
It was a false smile, but one needed
She stood before him screaming for acceptance
But his faith did not allow
One of her kind to be placed in the herd
Yet he would not allow
Such scrutiny among his flock

Reverend Loki looked upon his charge
Filling his need for human release to be fed
Quickly he suppressed it
He was no longer that God
One of lust and lies
Tricks
Yes, tricks were another matter
The God of Tricks was not done

He took his case to his superiors
And with a few tricks he kept this girl safe
She was his flock now
He hugged her as tears fell down her face
He handed her a new set of clothes and put her to work
The Trickster was still causing chaos
For humans rather than gods
Cassiel Moore May 2012
Fear turning to sweat
As it drips down my face
Her eyes like daggers, clutching at my child
Upon her face is the rotten core
Of a cold hearted contempt
‘For what I have worked so hard to give birth to,
She scoffs at what is before her
Such a useless, untalented thing
She mutters
The criticism of my baby is almost more than I can bear
And yet as I hold back the tears,
Those threaten to drench my face
I look once more,
Into this demons eyes
Her vicious glamour has lifted
And there stands a woman who once gave birth to me
Holding the papers I have given birth to
Her devil hearted criticisms pierce my heart
But once I truly look at her,
And see what a pathetic
Old thing she has become
I take the papers back
And smile
For the demon in my path means nothing
My words mean more than hers
Cassiel Moore May 2012
Past
A girl with many secrets heads to school with her nose in a book.
The girl develops a reputation as dangerous and solitude.
The girl falls in love, only to be left with a gold ring of heartbreak.
The girl packs up her life and her son to leave for a new life.
The girl enrolls in college.

Present
The writer and future psychologist sits at her desk fumbling over the words in her novel.
The writer takes her son to school with a kiss as he goes.
The psychologist lights up a delightfully dangerous Camel Light after a family gathering.
The direct support professional leaves the house smelling of various creams, wet from the shower and a smile of satisfaction.
The woman looks upon the emerald on her finger and wishes for simple happiness

Future Hopes**
A full list of clients with a Doctorates Degree on the office wall.
A small article in the paper proclaiming a best seller.
A family picture on the wall with a smile on our faces.
Future Fears
The woman in deep depression with her families words pinning her down.
Staring through a glass wall at a boy with visitation hours.
Slowly forgetting the life she’s lead and where she lives.
Sitting in a wheelchair staring at an ankle mutilated with disease.
Cassiel Moore May 2012
There is something
That I see in the way that
You look at me
Cassiel Moore May 2012
Picks & bubbles
Blood & screams
Found in the darkness of lover’s Dreams
She hid her cruelty in ice so strong
A crystal’s smoke, effects so long
Shakes and cold sweat
Trembling in fear
The light brings pain, of knowledge near
By hiding her heart, all the love hath gone
By the crystal’s smoke, destruction and death are all that belong

— The End —