#0, "Cycle of Life" Original Poem by artist T.Reyes (see)
Posted by tgruenhagenfinearts on 26-Sep-00 at 11:14 AM
This is a poem I would love to have put to music, unfortunatley I don't write music. I am a painter, see tgruenhagenfinearts member and my posting on my fine art.Cycle of Life The Earth my womb
My lonely cacoon
With spirits of ancestors near. The wolf and antelope
Watch my path
And guard against my fear. Tomorrow when a raven flies
My song and dance will show
The path I took while shacked here
Upon a land of snow. And when my Womb engulf my flesh
I'll join my distant tribe
On wings and hoof
With prayer of hope
For those left here alive--- T.Reyes -1993
#1, Dark Angel Love, poem
Posted by Zarade on 12-Apr-02 at 08:54 PM
In response to message #0
Hi! Just found this site.
I don't think many people know of its existance.
Well it's tax time,
and the poem that comes to mind is a wish for Amnesia.Dark Angel Love
Dark Angel, sweet angel,
come pour some darkness on me.
Amnesiac let my new name be.
Let dark wings be my cocoon,
let black wings rock me a while to sleep.
A circle of rocks will protect us,
my magic new lover and me,
while we sleep under the roots of an orange tree.
We'll wake and we'll laugh thru the leaves in the sun,
we'll run thru earthholes like earthdevils do.
We'll be giant earthworms that shake the earth
and great Ogers' castles too.
Dark Angel, sweet angel,
come dance, come pour some darkness on me.
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#2, RE: Dark Angel Love, poem
Posted by Yi on 22-Aug-02 at 07:55 PM
In response to message #1
Angel love poemMy love, angels don't fly in shadows too deep
for it spoils their wings like ink on a new dress
Angels don't touch earth, like human feet with hairs
and lumps of chocolate weighted skin
By calling me an angel, you rob me of all those
terrestrial things that keep me from nightly slumber
I enjoy the intoxication of you, to feel you in
secret places where our hearts can pound iron with
giant hammers
I enjoy the intoxication of you, when you speak
meaningless words to me in the midst of a kiss
My love, you are mistaken in calling me an angel
In truth, know that my darkness is only your shadow,
my wings are only my arms, and my angelic
inflection is only a simple reflection of our love.
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