It's amazing what will pop in your head while you're in the shower, lol.
God Needed an Angel
God needed an angel
and he said that it was you,
We dropped to our knees,
we cried and we prayed,
asked if others won’t make do.
God needed an angel,
one of a certain type of mold,
with a back bone of steel,
a will made of iron
And a heart made out of gold.
God needed an angel
and he said it was your time,
Our love kept you here,
But He called you home,
and you were no longer mine.
God needed an angel,
and you answered his plea,
Took up your wings,
Took up your sword,
and for once you flew free.
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Sunday, September 03, 2006
Wow, long time no poetry
Sorry guys, real life gets in the way occasionally :P
Because
Because a tear cannot hold
The weight of all its pain,
It slips from underneath its home,
to journey with the rain.
Because a tear cannot tell
or think to express desire,
It motions with all its grief
to drown within the mire.
Because a tear can say so much
without actually telling all,
The tear it slips from beneath the lid
to take the pain in fall.
Denial
I sit in denial.
The desecration of peace,
swept under covers
and coated with sweets.
Sounds of the chaos
are covered with song,
The peal of the war hammers
in chorus along
with the screams of the masses
all perfect in pitch,
the final concerto
lies in a ditch.
Silent Surrender
Because the moon no longer speaks to me,
my terror grown once again.
Without my light in the darkness,
I can no longer defend
the faded morals that I once held,
A betrayal like none before,
my moon closed his eyes to me
and speaks no longer more.
Without his voice to calm my fears
and quell the impending fights,
a quiver rises once again
from horrors of the night.
Because my moon no longer speaks to me,
and my efforts are in vain,
I curse the moon, lie down my sword
and surrender to the pain.
Because
Because a tear cannot hold
The weight of all its pain,
It slips from underneath its home,
to journey with the rain.
Because a tear cannot tell
or think to express desire,
It motions with all its grief
to drown within the mire.
Because a tear can say so much
without actually telling all,
The tear it slips from beneath the lid
to take the pain in fall.
Denial
I sit in denial.
The desecration of peace,
swept under covers
and coated with sweets.
Sounds of the chaos
are covered with song,
The peal of the war hammers
in chorus along
with the screams of the masses
all perfect in pitch,
the final concerto
lies in a ditch.
Silent Surrender
Because the moon no longer speaks to me,
my terror grown once again.
Without my light in the darkness,
I can no longer defend
the faded morals that I once held,
A betrayal like none before,
my moon closed his eyes to me
and speaks no longer more.
Without his voice to calm my fears
and quell the impending fights,
a quiver rises once again
from horrors of the night.
Because my moon no longer speaks to me,
and my efforts are in vain,
I curse the moon, lie down my sword
and surrender to the pain.
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