#cherub
i fear the day that the sky turns dark red.
when chocolate covered strawberries taunt me.
and when dagger-sharp arrows fall overhead.
these are the sure tell signs that you must flee.
you must fear St. V, for he is peckish,
famished and preying for those lonely hearts.
he will seek you out and offer a kiss
and with eyes closed, aim at you with his darts.
you must not trust this pink and lovely day.
no matter the roses or the love notes,
or the sweet grand gestures and what they say.
St. V will trick you and slash through your throat.
So when that dreadful love-filled day rolls in,
go find that cherub babe, and slaughter him.
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 9:45 PM UTC
Lying on a borrowed bed,
With no pillow to help the rest.
I let my mind on a crest
and set on a dreamy night.
Dreamy night
indeed I do have.
A giant Cherub,
seated on a Crescent Moon
Playing on a Violin
A baby's lullaby
On a dreamy night.
Called to the music
My Soul travelled on;
with the sound of the music
Embedded with much hallucination.
A falsitude of life!
All seems to be a lie.
But it will last
only for a while;
as a dreamy night I lost
at the bite of a bug
cruel enough to share a bed.
Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 7:27 PM UTC
Enchanting blossoming of flowers
Rejuvenate in times of gloom and despair
Cherubic smile of my daughter!
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 11:49 AM UTC
A pair of lily white wings
dangling in the dappled moonlight esprit;
hang entangled as silken spider web
draped in the sweet Magnolia tree
From beneath there was no way of knowing
why a pair of abandoned wings lodge mislaid
One could not help but wonder how high
one might fly with cherub wings
But these callused feet tread far below the treetops
too high up from roots to climb
No telltale tiptoe prints cavort to be the talebearer
No feathered traces scattered all around
A hearken say, tickle-footed as a ladybug,
hold forth in a breeze brushed ear
Not completely undoubtable heed spoken;
a language bestow from another ether
softly breathe a whisper'd sigh:
"Behold the wings of a fallen angel;
uplifted by love's amazing grace
Lost alone in a moonstruck blindness
an angel flying too close
to the ground
~
Jesse
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 3:05 PM UTC
At this point, I only hope he can rest peacefully
And that a part of him has been reincarnated into an unassuming cherub.
At this point, I just hope that one day when I’m old and grey-headed
In Soho or Orlando or in Florence...
I’ll come across a young man laughing.
A young man who resembles him: his unique look, the distinctive voice, distinct laugh...
I won’t know it and neither will he.
But perhaps we’ll meet again for a split second
In another time, another place, another life...
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 2:58 PM UTC
Angels gather in chilly skies,
Floating down to kiss the ground.
Their silent songs are gathered there,
Upon a landscape cold and bare.
Gentle wings on an icy prayer,
Paint the world with frosty dreams.
Cherubs dancing through the air,
Time stands still or so it seems.
Seraphim descend,
Messengers from heaven above.
Blanketing a quiet earth
With peaceful, tender, healing love.
The winds have changed,
Sweet songs remain
But night grows long
As the moonlight wanes
Spirits waltz across the field
As clouds are gently swept away.
Wielding starlight, night remains
An angel’s keep through autumn’s deep.
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 9:00 AM UTC
"Over there
Witness all the rooms you rent,
Moments, Memories,
all the pieces of heart
gifted by lovers or strangers"
said The Cherub.
"My arrows choose which you will cherrish."
"While we lay entangled here,
Having consumed one another.
Do you wonder if we will cherrish this?"
said The Archer.
"Would you like to come even closer
And discover the answer? "
replied The Cherub.
"Every memory I've choosen to cherrish,
Has Shattered"
says The Archer.
"Well of course it did,
You tried to choose.
We cannot choose
which memories we will cherrish.
We may only pull
faith From quiver.
Give in to potential
without intention.
Close your eyes.
Empty all your senses
Until the only sense you have is Trust
I'll fill those empty spaces,
can you feel me?"
"Yes, you are close."
"You have my quiver now.
We still have no control over whether
We will cherrish this moment.
Put your faith in this bow.
Draw back our arrow
Trust it's natural path.
Close our eyes.
Forget this room.
Volley the whole tower"
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 2:00 PM UTC
I, in sorrow forever live and swell.
A thousand pangs and more each hour.
Alone to wait and weep for misery's bell
And bleed in Hell's Stygian bower.
Marred by silence, marred alone,
Obsequies possessed and slighted.
Death in heart, death in home,
But, my love, redemption, sighted.
The beauteous Cherub, me heart adored,
From the arms of Nyx delivered;
My bliss forever with her restored
And from our love, death did slither.
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 8:48 PM UTC