Archangel Gabriel

The fist comes down
hard
hard like a wrecking ball,
like a bulldozer plowing
through you as if you
had nothing inside,
spilling volumes and volumes
of absent-minded day-tripping dreams,

the Archangel Gabriel
(who always steals the show)
waits impatiently in the wings,
saunters in,
strutting his stuff,
in his finest, jazziest incarnation,
blows his Golden Trumpet
triumphantly
wails out like nobody's business,
shivers running up and down
your spine, burning away
all your neon memories,

well, what can I say?
there
goes that,
another one of your lives
bites the dust,

…not a thing
out of place,
…out of time.

— Kailashana, May 01, 2008

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Rolwright

18 years 1 month ago

What more can I say

Great writing and I guess you got angels on your mind cause your feeling good about something.I don't know really I'm just throwing a suggestion out there,I really don't know what to say anymore.When words don't reach only actions are seen as how someone feels.I'm numb and I can't feel a thing,I'm cold from a situation that has nothing to do with U.It's so cold and I'm leaving for a while I don't want you to get frost bitten.If you don't want to take me off your buddy list I'll just pull a Whodini.I guess this a case of wrong place wrong time maybe even the wrong person for U.So Far Away ... You've never seen me I'll cure your curiousity You ain't missing much Forget me and find your Destiny

Kailashana

18 years 1 month ago

R… We all feel that

R... We all feel that way... we're SUPPOSED to.. we're POETS...and if no one else can, we can... cause we can and make music from a tortured soul. EH? ~a