Yet, I fail.
From time to time, I will fail.
I try to minimize the failure,
                               To be the mind, and not the wind,
                               To be a kin, and not akin,
                               To be a friend, not a fiend.
But when we sail,
I'm not the sailor,
I am the tempest.

I'll rise with the tempest,
Sail away upon violent seas,
Beyond the sight of mortal's eyes,
And delve into a novelty gem quest.

I'll rise with the tempest,
Drift away to the distant wild,
To the sheer edge of the world,
And seek to ever be held by thy breast.

I'll rise with the tempest,
Whisper a serenade upon streams of time,
Streaming yonder a golden clime,
Wishing it serenade's thee, Heaven's fairest.

I'll rise with the tempest,
Spread my wings past beyond the clouds,
Gather all effulgent yonder stars in crowds,
To guide me to alien shores where you nest-


   ©Kikodinho Alexandros**
             Jumeira, Dubai
        14th January 2017

he said only angels have scars
im an angel with scars
he said they'll go away someday
but said they wont go far
they'll stay with you forever
all markings on your arms
reminding you forever
of who you really are

cuz only angels have scars
im an angel with scars
he said they'll go away someday
but said they wont go far
they'll stay with you forever
all markings on your heart
telling your secret fears
and tearing you apart
sheading all your tears

im an angel with scars
yeah an angel with scars
I know they'll go away someday
if I push the blades away
they wont stay with me forever
no markings on my arms
trying to tell me who I am