Your joys and sorrows are yours to keep for now
One day they will be half of another's heart
The way she calls for the moon will be your favorite song
A thousand words will not suffice to describe her
She holds the answers and unleashes a thousand wonders
The sun will rise when she opens her eyes
Gravity is she and your fingers will find their way
Everything that you are will be her greatest desire
Until the time comes, however, allow me to send you my kisses

Gone from this body
And flown
To fairer places
With no pain or travail
Gone but for the memory
And love left behind
Gone but for legacy and legend
Gone but for us
The three percent
Left behind

In the heart aching
Love can be found
In mad words said by children
A song will sound
In leaves blowing in the wind
In the branches raising and falling
Praying to the sun and to the sky
Eternity caught which catches a tear in your eye
In the ripples of pebbles skimming across a lake
Time spent swerving around us
Which we lovingly make
In the actions and reactions of scientific visions
In the surgeons hands which show precision
Life is a dance of communication
A play formed for us to see
Life is a story of you and of me.

det er aldrig de ting folk siger der gør ondt
det er altid det man ved de ikke siger, der skærer i en

Spun around all night
like a spiders snack
twirled up in blankets
prey to the night.
The darkness is long
these times spinning
longer toward winter.
And the blankets
will multiply. A nest
and a web all at once
the fading of the light
down the dark tunnel.

I am all sorts of dark and deadly
I light the stake at which i burn
Bend the water trying to drown me
Drink the river as it churns
Change the skin that I'm trapped in
grow it feathers, claws and beak
Black as plague and death and dying
Fissures crack with every shriek
The mold of the world is breaking
Glue it with mortar made from bone
Gods and monsters feel it quaking
Ravens laugh in gleeful tone
I fly from the smouldering ashes,
The river and its drought
Cawing madly at the masses
Expire, dead, die out

Satan and I on our prowl.
Satan and I cookin' up somethin' foul.
I got lucifier right by my side.
You can't run, no you can't hide.
It's commin' down like hail and rain.
The devil and I are servin' up  sorrow and pain.
There is no refuge. No place you can go.
No. There will be no shelter for you.
No. No. No.


-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016