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Fallen Angel
Crawling in my forlorn appearance
I hide my soul behind these tattered wings
Tattered and broken as they are
Plucked of light, stained in tears and blood.
In quiet despair upon the cold earth
Smeared in dirt I crouch upon my weary knees
And clutched timidly between my fingers
Rests one last jewel of Hope.
A single unblemished plume plucked
From the silver light of dawn
A feathered ray of light from beyond
To illuminate the void that has me bound.
This precious barb of silk
Once lost as I was and forgotten
Blazes now to immerse me in radiant bliss
To wash away the pain, draw me from the abyss.
So now I fade away…
My tender flesh removed
My shattered wings released
My inner light unsheathed… escapes.
(c)2004 Joseph Palladino
Crawling in my forlorn appearance
I hide my soul behind these tattered wings
Tattered and broken as they are
Plucked of light, stained in tears and blood.
In quiet despair upon the cold earth
Smeared in dirt I crouch upon my weary knees
And clutched timidly between my fingers
Rests one last jewel of Hope.
A single unblemished plume plucked
From the silver light of dawn
A feathered ray of light from beyond
To illuminate the void that has me bound.
This precious barb of silk
Once lost as I was and forgotten
Blazes now to immerse me in radiant bliss
To wash away the pain, draw me from the abyss.
So now I fade away…
My tender flesh removed
My shattered wings released
My inner light unsheathed… escapes.
(c)2004 Joseph Palladino
Literature
.Fuck It.
Originality has become so grey
Inspiration has come undone; corrupt, crumble down
My motivation-your voice has been shut up
I sleep around
with words
ideas
spinning
and getting
tangled in my head.
.dreams.
colors
violetindigobluegreenyelloorangered
every dark night
still again when i wake up
it's all black and fucking white
uniqueness and individuality have been shoved up under my dress
confessions have become so awkwardly meaningless
in a world full of emptiness
painful smiles form on your face
under starlit skys.
i stare wide-eyed at you
as the blood pours from your body
and i'm there holding the
godforsaken knife
Literature
Ex. 008 -Pt.4-
Rayne pops out of the bushes and stretches out his wings "Look I can move them very well now!" He smiles and flaps his wings, causing some of the leaves behind him to flutter about. He folds his wings behind his back "And now if people see my profile wise they wouldn't be able to tell I have wings when they are like this." He jumps on Yoko and wraps his legs around his waist "Now...do you have a home? A house of some kind we could retreat to?"
Yoko smiled and shook his head. "I'm glad.......But no. I do not have somewhere we could retreat to." he said softly touching, Rayne's face with his hands.
"Where are we going to go?" he asks his w
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