Earth, AngelsA Poem by James Darwin Smith II Written on 7/14/15 Angels sought her Upon a myriad of pristine dreams Formulating through serenity Reaching out, arms of compassion Grabbing empty promises Accursed from the past Residuals of hurtful events Serpentine deliriums By the evils of man’s past greed
Demons possess her Upon a path of redundancy Belligerent heart’s hostility Fed to the fire of the metaphoric Devil’s wrath Angelic tears burnt into the fiery hell For which has painted her heart black
Her heaven now dwindles Hell conjured by doubt Gloomed into agony Good intentions, All but a distant memory, Descended Crying ashes of Seraph wings Tragic dysphoria Upon a dystopia born of shameful deeds
Earthbound and lost A vast wasteland ahead Lament of a graveyard’s mourning Unmarked mausoleum for which she’s been mislead Forgotten, Left for life Wishing for death As every Demon laughs inside her own abysmal head
Angels sought her Upon a myriad of pristine dreams Formulating through serenity Reaching out, arms of compassion Grabbing empty promises Accursed from the past Residuals of hurtful events Serpentine deliriums By the evils of man’s past greed
The source of love in pain A world filled with violence remains Beauty exiled Now unheard of and betrayed Suicidal beauty Unhinged into the grave Into the agonized beyond Broken and vehemently betrayed
Her Demons won Angels have now expired The Host is killing her She has all but been defiled
Barren toxicity Nomadic waste Such a tragedy in space A broken temple Her body, her home
Now just a void In a wasteland enduring Waiting to be born again
Aeons, Her Demons will be gone Angels will eventually evolve Out of a cocoon made from silk Golden in ethereal bliss
Heaven on Earth From here to eternity It will not be long Somehow, Someway Love, Always finds a way to be strong
In a manmade proclamation The host always bullies on But somehow, someway Love, Always finds a way to be strong
She is home Nature, she beautifies
In all her grace In all her flaws She gives her hosts love Now if only they never let her die
The Host are Demons But the Angels are that for which always survives
Positive always lives on Negativity eventually always seems to die
In the eyes of love Earth Angels will always survive
Earth Angels will always survive! Indeed, Earth Angels will always indeed survive!
Celebration, Oh, How it is great to be alive! © 2015 James Darwin Smith II |
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James Darwin Smith IIBremerton, WAAboutHello, Well here I am. A poet. I guess an author with several books of poetry published and just love writing poetry and any other arts I can create. Art is so important and poetry is my blood it's no.. more.. |
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