Where is my Angel?…by Jessie

Every child at its birth

Receives an Angel guide

To help them through there trying times

And stand right by their side

Here I stand now

Head hung down

The forgotten son

I’m entitled to my Angel

All the rest got one

I think perhaps ….that God forgot

I, might be in need

Give them one… but not to me?

Is that what he decreed?

Do I not cry?

Will I get lost?

Should I be all alone?

Oh where is my sweet Angel

To hear me when I moan?

Don’t send me down upon the earth

With out my Angel guide

Oh where is my sweet Angel

To stand right by my side?

Like a wave,
You crash over me,
Open my eyes with,
The calm of the sea.

Like a book,
Your pages read clear,
Sentences true,
Chapters sincere.

Like a wagon,
You carry the weight,
Of love, hold it up,
As your wheels rotate.

Like a compass,
I use you to guide,
My direction
I let you decide.

No where in a child development book
does it tell the child how to develop

Come dear friend I must take you away,
to a place beyond sorrow and dreams.
Come dear friend we should not delay,
in this place of ephemeral remembrance.
Follow me dear friend I'll show the way,
past all the confusion and grief.
Do not weep dear friend you cannot stay,
or you'll be lost in your despair and pain.
Quiet dear friend you'll see them again someday,
when they too find their eternal piece.
Come dear friend we're nearly past the grey,
and soon you'll want no more.

We’re motes of dust and stars that sparkle,
We’re cherry trees and busy bees,
We’re rays of light when it gets darker,
We blossom, finely, in the freeze.

We shimmer, warmly, in the void,
Defying odds and making friends.
We build when others are destroying,
We guide you past unlit dead-ends.

We’re rivers winding through the deserts,
We’re oceans, gentlest at the shore.
We are the snow, we are the claret…
When earth is parched, we let it pour.

We are the night, we are the morning,
We are the ticking of the clock.
We are the comfort in the times of mourning,
We are the feathers mild when you sleepwalk.

We are the sky, we are the thunder,
We are the sun, we are the rain.
We put the rapture in the wonder,
We put the slow in the fast lane.

We are the truth, we are the spirit,
We are the numbers and the runes.
…So take your life and boldly live it
While humming all those merry tunes.

In the middle of a starless night
I saw a sudden light.
Small,distant and dim
It brought a known feeling,that was oh so grim.
A burst of thoughts the same as always:
'Why care when life is just a momentary blaze?'
Harsh and bright
Life is just a blight.
We bring death and despair
No matter where
It always ends the same
'Is there someone to blame?'
The light left the sky with a flutter
And all I could do was mutter
'What kind of world is this,that even fake gods leave?'
Then as I was about to grieve
A blink revealed a new truth to me
this small,gold and feathery
light,that a minute ago left the sky.
It seemed so delicate and shy.
I couldn't resist but reach for it
"You're not a misfit"
Rang a voice so warm and calm.
I felt it in my palm.
It was like a glass ball. So easy to break
yet I was the one to shake.
"The world has no goal."
I felt it in my soul.
"You were given my sight
But I'll give you this single flight
To clear your mind."
For a moment I was blind
Then I realised it was the first moment I could to see
In this moment of glee
I was left alone,as my guide returned to his sky
And I no longer asked myself 'Why?'
The answer always seems so obvious once you know it.
But what matters is that now I'm fit
to finally leave this hole.
After all,I have my second goal.

Small beaks
                    Amongst the frozen peaks
          Sliding over small blankets of ice
                    The frozen terrace and its cold embrace
          Bright sapphire shimmers under the sunlight

Community within municipality, a band unbroken
          Where affection lingers to a land lost
                    A land sought-after by many

The frigid landscape where loyalty lies
          The royal forest of snow and ice
The keylock rings, the shackles ramble
                    For it is the pilot
                              Straight into the locket

And everything my locket carries
           Beyond the arctic scenery
                                              of lies.

                                              *Guide me home.