an angel is an angel/you can hold my halo-

you can hold my halo while I cut off your wings...

truth brought by truth that brings

steal the night, bring the stars

mend the wounds that leave the scars

layer by layer spoken to peal

breathe and live the so surreal

broken codes unbroke by far

hidden behind the brightest star

written like the ink that bleeds

letter by letter by certain deeds

so form the answers twist and tangle

in your head and mine you mangle

 

hold my f*****g halo high!

I'll cut your wings and bleed you dry-

speak what you mean and not what you say

fall to your knees in mercy pray

and to your knees head held high

bleed the need to bleed you dry

you long, you ache, you pour yours out

but what, for what... that endless spout?

practice what my dear.. you preach!

in hope for hope I'll hold my keep

and when you grasp my highlight bright

you'll grasp the flame that you ignite

 

hold my f*****g halo high!

be burnt.. by the bright that you ignite

it's brighter than the brightest light

so f*****g blind unworthy sight

 

so I'll cut your wings as you hold my wieght

your a f*****g code that desecrates

live the words that speak the means

engulf the sight that changes scenes

 

your wings they fall on broken ground

echo the fall of a beaten sound

your choice not mine I choose divine     

twist and tangle your design

 

your wings my dear they bleed I cry!

I shake my head and hang with sigh

I long, I wait, I hesitate...

I cut your wings and hold my weight!

that's mine remember that's not your own

from the blood to the very bone

that's mine, that's me, that you throw down

one single breath you chose to drown

 

 

my f*****g halo on top your wings!

you pulled and then you played my strings

and now they both lay on the ground

and play the tune of a different sound

 

 

you can hold my halo while I cut off your wings...

remember me among these things..

I will be the one that holds their worth

in a new life of it's own free birth

an awakening of the days ahead

twist and tangle, twine to thread

 

eternity it leaves it's mark

even in the darkest dark

an angel is an angel even without wings

and the halo is but one of the many things-

Reviews

[Michael X]

This poem is really cool. sweeping flow and design, natural meter,
pure passionate imagery, combined with metaphorical insight,
I really enjoyed reading this.

[Deborah Shepard]

loved it well written