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My Angels
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My Angels I wrote this a while back but it may get me over my writer's block... and I like it. I feel them tonight, my inner hungers stir and call to me. To say they are the beasts that dwell within my soul, is a lie. For they comprise my core, my center is these demons and angels The angels of my damnation grow weary and restless today The quiet life we've lived has finally drawn their wrath. They could not be silenced, my beasts of<b> inner sanctum. </font></b>In the world they seem placated by hearth and home, job and money. But in my moments of weakness, in the hours before dawn, They call out to me, to release them from their prisons of civility. They know the pleasures they bring, my angels of lust, my hungry tigers For they are not the masks I bring out to play and delight. The mask you see in plain light is the idle trap, the lie, the hollow shell For they are what really exists, the desire, the strength, the rage and not the sycophant who smiles at idle office gossip waiting for the money He is the lie that lives, and the ties that bind, the civility in a suit The days are spent in mind- numbing employment, working for others' delight The boss giveth our daily bread, the roof over our head, and the money in our pocket Was this the bargain we made? To be born for mere existence? The beasts slam and rage against their dying light, their aged cages. This was not to be their fate, to become old, almost forgotten, against the weight of time. The fires of life, the muses of inspiration, the pains of jealousy, and ravages of vengeance. My fallen angels have many names, many voices, many faces. They are the creators and destroyers, my dawn and dusk. The alpha and omega of my life and death At least, that is what they believe. The promise Life made to them. Tonight I have chosen to release them so they can control my head, I can lay the blame at their door, the weakness of my control against the strength of their will But I am not blameless, I must confess their strength is my addiction, Once tasted, you crave their juices, their power, their drug of choice. They are on the prowl tonight, and I go with them on the hunt. With so many choices for friends, they think of the one who lights our fire She above all others creates our hunger, calls our name, For she is the focus of our desire, the center of our game, the trophy of the night Her siren song is all we hear, and like lost sailors, we are drawn ever near Her instinct tells her we are near, for she can smell the demons, and they are sweet. My lust-crazed angels look to me, they ask if they can proceed. It is then that I rememeber, the demons are looking for guidance...from me. They are what I choose them to be. I made them, I bred them, I keep them in the cage The never control, they never command, for it is I that lead them, I that stand in front For I am the first of the pack, the one among the many. It is my light that guides them, my desires that lead the way. I am the alpha and omega of my realm. I am God that giveth and taketh, To deny my place, who and what I am, is to deny that which exists. Is this what Heaven intended? I can not answer. But I have arrived. And I do as I please. Like Invictus: I am the Captain of my Fate, the Master or my Soul. |
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9/23/2008 11:10 pm |
I guess not everyone appreciates expansive prose. It could be worse; he could have accused you of being a geek 
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You are an asshole and if you are homophobic, get off the site! It was wonderful poetry Mr. Seeing Things. 
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 loved your reply to king what's his name up there! That part about the big book holding up his sofa was too funny man!  Good job!  Teenagers are god's punishment for having sex!! Pan 
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