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Free soul is dancing
It searched for that moment
When it gets free and light
When it could fly up
And hear the sound
Coming from clear and bright
Angels

The body has to be fastened
At the long month period
From sun rising till sun downing
There is no water or food giving
At this accurate period

The souls released from burden
Circling at holy dancing
Showing how it becomes lighter
And gets sister with angel

IT mentions its God every moment
IT thanks him for his fares
And thinks and blames her waste
Time that was lost

She gets up early
Eating and drinking before sun rising
Praying in holy praying
No lying, cheating and looking
For forbidden look

Honest with others and yours
To be as angels flying overlook
the fast month comes every year to clear the self and decrease its burdens. the benefits of fast becomes so obvious and becomes clear for every one
sol May 2019
Laid down, the only answer that can be given.
Clearer light, separate and distinct, from the same fountain.
Ambition, to counteract ambition.
Human nature, to reflect on human nature.
Angels were to control itself.

Divide and fortify. Natural defense, safety. Absolute negative connection between this weaker and the weaker.
All the power surrendered.
Evil will render This, turned against, broken into.
Justice is the end, pursued until it be obtained, or lost in the pursuit.
Unite and oppress, anarchy to rein as a state of nature,
not secured against the violence.
modus operandi. i was told this piece seemed very Feral
unnamed May 2019
I didn't even get to say goodbye
Before you were sent off to live with angels

beth fwoah dream May 2019
i.

i am stone,
a bandaged angel
in the middle of hell
where the lightening lifts
the dark night from its gloom
and stars no longer shine.

ii.

i am a skeleton of flame,
death’s child of an ugly
war, and all the love
in the world can’t change
the past like a rose pressed
in the dust.

iii.

i am the living,
seeing the soldiers come,
and i pray to god and the angels,
on this broken road,
that the darkness is not real
and the angel is not stone.
Natasha Bailey May 2019
COATS OF RED

I thought I put my demons to dead,
drowned them in coats of red,
but really I just put them to rest, in bed,
I guess the real battle begins once you've gone sober,
cold stone, another day older..
Ladonna Atherley Apr 2019
The tears of an angel fall quietly in the night;
Broken wings that cannot take flight,
Hopeless dreams, desperate aspirations,
Reserved and shy are future salutations.
Heavy is the heart that is left behind,
Opened eyes are now found blind.
Reconciling pinions and mending wounds,
for lifetime passages beneath full moons.
Another touch, downy feathers fall.
With hope she waits to receive loves call.
Gentle morning with each moments passing,
Waiting for love's kiss everlasting.
Steadfast and patient,
but the angels still cry,
Once she is free, her wings again fly.
Jac May 2019
let us go to where
one can hear the angels sing
and the sky is painted
a soft pastel violet

let us go to where
one can jump on the clouds
but not fall
and the wind carries the melodies

let us go to where
one can dance all night
surrounded by light

oh, that would be
a wonderful sight
Zywa May 2019
Design angels, then

you get beautiful humans


(just try the reverse)
Collection "I am"
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