The Angel's Bird

unoriginality could ever plague my mind:
but tonight I see my own reflection, tossed among the twilight drenched rocks and sand. the water of greed and power beats the ground with growing intentions to sail us.
and the snakes of wrath swimming in her depths bare hungry jaws to the thought of pleasure filled air in their throats, clutching their bestial lungs. and with that,the raven dove into the black sea and battled his way to freedom from parasitic claws scratching down wet pain. but his fire kept him burning for on the threatened crying shore sat an angel, awaiting. wrapped and coiled at times he grew ever tired and relaxed to the temptations of sleep drawing his soul into the depths he had always feared. Life becomes such sharp intentions but will lost. struggling free from her clutches no longer mentioned. Head fell back in guilt-laced ecstasy as his tongue caressed languidly around his parched mouth. In the midst of a dream he saw an angel who spoke Bliss and wore a cloak of eternal mystery and delight. Thoughts spread to consciousness and behold; blood again flooded veins long forgotten and strength of treachery would abound. The petty faults of his long forgotten world sparked a shamble desire. The darkness around shawn with diamond laced fever. Kicking deeper into a seemingly abyss until words sprung from longing drove him to the swirling sand at the bottom of the black sea. And there, his shaking hand grasped at the dying black rose as his gazed turned to forgotten stars. Not a petal fell from the quivering rose in her ascent and in pride and childish eyes the raven broke from the demon�s quaking surface. His angel, still patience and bliss, shed four tears for his pains of rage, destitution, despair. and guilt. On his knees he fell to beckoning arms which took in he and his rose forever grateful. And in a last hour they made love on a beach as the sun fell behind the stars they loved. And in the last hour they died and sailed the world as eternal faith forever.

(c) David Griffin Brown 1997

The Angel's Bird unoriginality could ever plague my mind: but tonight I see my own reflection, tossed among the twilight drenched rocks and sand. the water of greed and power beats the ground with growing intentions to sail us. and the snakes of wrath swimming in her depths bare hungry jaws to the thought of pleasure filled air in their throats, clutching their bestial lungs. and with that,the raven dove into the black sea and battled his way to freedom from parasitic claws scratching down wet pain. but his fire kept him burning for on the threatened crying shore sat an angel, awaiting. wrapped and coiled at times he grew ever tired and relaxed to the temptations of sleep drawing his soul into the depths he had always feared. Life becomes such sharp intentions but will lost. struggling free from her clutches no longer mentioned. Head fell back in guilt-laced ecstasy as his tongue caressed languidly around his parched mouth. In the midst of a dream he saw an angel who spoke Bliss and wore a cloak of eternal mystery and delight. Thoughts spread to consciousness and behold; blood again flooded veins long forgotten and strength of treachery would abound. The petty faults of his long forgotten world sparked a shamble desire. The darkness around shawn with diamond laced fever. Kicking deeper into a seemingly abyss until words sprung from longing drove him to the swirling sand at the bottom of the black sea. And there, his shaking hand grasped at the dying black rose as his gazed turned to forgotten stars. Not a petal fell from the quivering rose in her ascent and in pride and childish eyes the raven broke from the demon�s quaking surface. His angel, still patience and bliss, shed four tears for his pains of rage, destitution, despair. and guilt. On his knees he fell to beckoning arms which took in he and his rose forever grateful. And in a last hour they made love on a beach as the sun fell behind the stars they loved. And in the last hour they died and sailed the world as eternal faith forever. (c) David Griffin Brown 1997