Wednesday, November 25, 2009

The Frayed Angels

the frayed angels shed their wings
and descend
into earth’s turmoil
burying their sunlight
in a cloth
of sleek
and willing flesh


that...


incomplete forever
wanders the thirsty deserts of unrequited desire


in dreams sometimes we touch
that place of peace
where longing ends


where the long road of countless sleeps
beckons into the cross roads of awakening


the punishment of separation ends


the slaughter of innocence


the ravaged hearts
and faces of those
who lost their love


there is nothing in this life so sweet
as the touch
the embrace
of one who has come
across all the vastness
of lifetimes


to lie tranquil in your arms


it is as close to paradise
as we
are permitted to come
here...


the casual couplings
the lust of power to possess
are only shadows of this love


ceremonies of torment and loss


for the more one desires
the greater the effort to have and discard


the greater the distance from ones own heart


every living thing
struggles
to hold
to that one memory of themselves
in which the candle of love
burned
however briefly...
so brightly


All doubt and hate are merely faith
and love suppressed
And the inability to love worse than any death


Death being only the boat
that sails
us through and into
the fields of eternal peace


not even the worst of us can avoid this forever


it for this mercy alone
that forever exists


there is nothing that you can do
for which he will not forgive you


I wish only that I might linger all of my days in love


Forging that bond that spans
all time
and change
and washes away for all time
The weakness and stupidities of my fear


Fear,
which is all that has ever stood
between me
and the ones I loved


Fear
that has made a lie so many times
Of the living truth
I AM


Like all of you


An embodiment of god


all possibilities
at birth were delivered
into our hands
yet we give ourselves into
subjugation to our servants
for ridicule and confinement


Cast out from the castles from where
we
as kings and queens
ruled all things from within the temple of the heart


cast out into the trackless wastes of our own confusions
amnesia driven
hungry and alone
while those created to serve us
spill our wine
eat our food
and laugh at the ignorance that
has closed our eyes
to the beauty of ourselves


never again will I let myself be
tormented by fear


the love killer


the life killer


Death of a sort comes to us all
no matter who we are
we cannot escape that


we can only accept
and wonder
to whom did it happen?


let go all chains that hold the image
down


Earth does not speak unless the spirit flames


these times in which we live
dance like some drunken jester
on the edge
of the abyss


great things are within our reach
even as we wait we can see...


the first glimmer of that dawn
for which
so long
we have waited
to see


It has nearly broken me...


but nothing is beyond repair


truly let this moment be
your last moment
of regret


let your heart see
that you
have not touched the best times yet


take back your wings no longer
frayed and fallen


let us rise and soar
as if no one
had ever gone before.


Patrick Willis narrates:

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

BEAUTIFUL
peace

Joe Bloggs said...

Major Good Stuff! Leaves my ragged poetytry in tatters - so I'm off in huff, hrmpf

Jide said...

Thank you Les, it really touched
my heart.
Thanks for reminding us of our true
nature.

:)

Zoner said...

Wonderful words, LV.
Thank you for them, and all you do for all of us.

Z

skilpad said...

Thank you, dear Les, for reminding and inspiring me - my heart brims with nostalgia and recognition...

Anonymous said...

I riding the wave of goosebumps, thankyou.

Odium.

ErikLehman said...

EXCELLENT! I am wondering who wrote this because I would like to contact them to commission it as an excerpt for my new novel... Thanks so much for the help,

Sincerely,
Erik S Lehman

Visible said...

all the poetry is written by Les Visible lesvisible@gmail.com