"The next thing I was aware of was falling.
Around me, all that was familiar crumbled into dust.
And still I fell, tumbling on an endless journey to nowhere.
Then all was motionless and I was imprisoned in a void.
I had dropped to my knees, my head bowed, my wings broken and bleeding.
I couldn’t lift myself off the ground.
The light began to fade until a suffocating darkness surrounded me, so dense that when I held my hands before my face, I couldn’t make them out.
In this sepulchral world I was left alone.
I saw myself as the ultimate figure of shame, an angle fallen from grace.

A shadowy figure with blurred features was approaching.
At first my heart leapt with hope at the possibility that it might be someone come to rescue me.
But any hope was dashed away when I sensed instinctively that whatever it was should be feared.
Despite the pain in my limbs I crawled as far from it as possible.
I tried spreading my wings but they were too damaged to comply.
The figure was closer now and hovering above me.
Its features materialized just enough for me to see that the smile on its face was one of ownership.
There was nothing left to do but allow myself to be consumed by the shadows.
This was perdition. I was lost."

there is a halo on my tongue darling,
do you wish to taste heaven?

i'll make you soar to the top of the hierarchy of angels
and watch your whispers turn into the word of God

Darkness envelopes the thoughts of carefree living.
Darkness sets in and we turn to the light.
Don't worry it's taken years to reach this point.
Each battle leading us higher, I can see over the clouds.
Each battle pushing us further below, don't think there's a way out.
Does this sound familiar to you?
Forget the contradictory remarks and thoughts intended to belittle.
Belittle, what?
Belittle the heart.
Does this sound familiar to you?
Thoughts racing like the beat of a drum, droplets of sweat present to accompany the stress.
Hide yourself, they'll never know.
Keep eye contact, they'll never know.
Keep nodding yes, they'll never know.
Does this sound familiar to you?

my love, he enjoys the springtime.
the butterflies / they follow him
like dogs on a leash, cover him

they make him a crown from their
beating wings, like hearts upon
his head. he begs for deliverance.

only the butterflies hear his
whispering words to gods / he
hopes will hear / but he forgets

yet again / that he is a god himself
made of everything / they have ever
known. he is substance and lack of it.

i envy him with his hands of grace
his tongue / of lace instead of knives.
he asks for liberation but he liberates

my soul into worlds / unknown
filled with golden feathers and halos.
my blood runs thick / his runs thicker

with soft hair that / turns golden in
the sun, he shines as bright
as anything / i’ve ever known

brighter than the halos of the angels
filled with colors that could best
the boldest / painters, he is a painting

in motion / this i know
he is art come alive and dancing
through the clouds and heavens

to reside in the sun, where holiness
runs free like children in the street
and i hope he is never forgotten

like how he has forgotten all
that he was and should be, like
he has forgotten / someone like me.

Love is ecstasy,
That feeling inside me,
Like THC,

Love is a beautiful heart break,
That text back,
After a one night stand,

Love is a free fall,
That late night good bye,
That makes you come back for more,

Love is a necessity,
The glowing Halo,
That made me,

A crescent moon

glows white

with

It's angelic

halo through

a shroud of

dark clouds,

soulmates

within the

shower of the

pouring rain,

love

Is the only

true sense

that's felt

when the

desert

Is misted

In dunes, when

the souls begin to feel

the depths of warmth

and the monsoon revives

the barren sands, and all

Is paradise.

Princess 6

In the aching heart of tormented years
he holds a picture
Like scarification of a her face tattooed in his mind
Autumn leaves turn to summer rain
If he could draw her he would with sunshine
and a rainbow halo but all he has are charcoal
Black like his soul without her
If he could turn the page on his story
He'd move on
But sometimes love is desolation
and there is no consolation.

The Majestic Halo covering all over her!
Her eyes invite you to ask from which planet she came!
Her walk takes you to a show of debate between sane and nonsense!
Her Voice let you ask for the reason of being in this life!
You will have the pleasure watching her...The Peace in hearing her... The Ease to talk with her...
In brief....
You can feel her Reverence!