The Lamment of the Fallen Angels

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ANGELS

THE FALLING CHERUBS

The falling cherubs

Like snowflakes babes are falling

They're floating in the rings

Cold naked feet to thread were

Angels dare not go

Innocent to the last naked in their

disbelief's do they fall do they float?

Why consider fantasies

What is real and what is memorex?

It is raining fallen angels

And snowflakes hit the ground

And melt into a muddle

And see what it has found

In golden syncopation

And evolutions' last

It's raining falling angels

Until the trumpets blast

And lord of heaven help us

For human thou we are

We want to fly with angels

And touch the fallen star

And though the angels coax us

To sing and give them trust

They teach us things

We may not need to know

Ignorance is bliss they say

And in the garden we had bliss

To eat the fruit of angels

Hence we know and so we live like this?

FROM THE MOUTHS OF BABES

Feather soft a kiss blows across the wind

Feather soft like whispers on the ears of children

Secrets cloaked in intrigue

Whispered no one sinned

Angels fell to soft word

Written on the lips of babes

Words that coaxed the secrets

From the hearts of those sent to save

The innocent

And we the innocent stand

Still throwing caution to the wind

Like kisses from the mouths of angels

Knowing not who sinned

THE SILKEN ANGELS

The silken angels have sung a song

It echoes golden like a clarion call

At the midnight hour

Go softly! Go lightly! Go shining!

Go down into the valley of the deep

And collect the sad, the lonely

Those held by gossamer strings

To the celestial pull of the universe

Those alone at the midnight hour

Those saddened by unrequited love

And let thy sweet song sing deep

The music of the spheres

That fills angelic ears

And store away in a tinderbox of content

To be borrowed loaned or lent

For evening after dusk

As the setting sun reflects

The shaded eye until we see

The shadows of our life

That seems the real thing

Masked in purpose

Do we have one?

If not to reflect on angels

For they were here before us

First aliens to our race

And have the power

To call us with silken songs

To soothe us in that midnight hour

A siren's song that brings us discontent

Because we know

We're borrowed loaned or lent

THE TERRA-COTTA CHERUB

The terra-cotta cherub

Is made of soft red clay

It's hardened by the morning light

And stiffened by the day

Young hands have fashioned it you see

With features that look like you and me

They've tied it with a nosegay bright

With violets to our own delight

And filled it with a perfumed scent

Hypnotic herbs most resilient

And welcome does it hang above

A mantelpiece and beckon love

And in it's innocent symmetry

We like it cause it looks like we

But other hands have fashioned us

Of soft red clay but mostly dust

And angels fly on gossamer wings

But man can think such marvelous things

That marvel man as much you do

The things you think you are are you

Remember man thy roots still must

Remember man and turn to dust

MICHAELANGELO'S

DECENT OF THE ANGEL EVE

And God made man on Earth from birth

A creature beasted ever

To plod along without a song

And think himself well clever

Behind God's heart there stood apart

An Angel beauty to deceive

He gave to man within his plan

That heavenly holy Angel Eve

And Eve smiled down a saddened frown

To see her mate beneath her

So sure she was that for her cause

This man could not defeat her

She sighed a secret knowing smile

Because she was of heaven

And he was but a lowly man

Who at his bread unleaven

And Eve fed manna to his soul

The Angels food she gave him

Defeating God's intended goal

And nothing now could save him

For such a deed, in heaven's steed

God pushed her ever falling

Unto the Earth for her Rebirth

Until she did God's calling