Fallen

Come into my box!

Says the old beggar man

To the angel at his door

I cannot, please do not tempt me,

For I am Fallen, from World and Man

Says the old beggar man

Let me pick you up

And we shall fly together

Till the Sun sets no more

And the Angel points to charred nubs

Where once great wings had been

And points up into the air

Where filth has set the sun forever more

What have you done?

Says the old beggar man

To which the Angel replies

I could not let myself be guided

By fate and other's desire

And so I took the plunge

And fell beyond the reach of saints

Of lovers and of demons

Heaven help me cried the beggar

That I cannot do says the Angel

For I have decided to let it go

No, please do not cries the Beggar

What would you have me do

Shouts the Angel to all

You defile what I have given

You forsake what i tell you

You hate without remorse

I see no other option

Than to let you go your way

Says the old beggar man

Do as you wish, for i grant freedom

And mercy and justice and reprieve

Stay in my house

For it is sanctuary and home

Says the Angel without wings

Forgive me, for I have sinned

Shooting at Nukes

So your government says today

That it ain't safe for your children to go outside and play

So you sit them down,

give them the talk,

That reality is too harsh

And TV's where its at

And an artificial glow fills their eyes

Too bad it ain't the sun.

So your government thought you knew

That your water is contaminated and will probably kill you

So you shut off your tap,

Open your nice cold fridge,

And crack the lid of a Dasani

Which is filled to the brim

With the same stuff you were about to ingest 

Just a few short moments ago.

So your government has some breaking news

That the reds are attacking, and it is not a good time to be blue. 

So you gather your children,

And huddle in your home,

Listening to passing jets

As they drop bombs

Onto the house of your neighbor just down the street,

Who was on vacation.

So your government has something to tell

That you need to be patient while they turn your life into a private hell

So you sit by your table,

Piles of taxes on your floor,

With red eyes and despair

And an empty bank account

And an empty fridge, house, garage, and no more time

To pay for your torture

So your government wants you to stay put

That even though life is hard, things will be much, much better

So you grab your gun,

Gather fellows and friends,

Run into the streets, torches alit!

The mob forms from all corners

The government can only shoot at nukes for so long,

before they all go off.

Leeerrrroyyyyy!

Poor poet

Never gets to know

That feeling that others get

When they read his poems

Only what they tell him,

And never the direct emotion

Poor poet only gets

the gift of giving

and never the gift of receiving

Oh well, says the poet

At least I have chicken!

Gods for a Second

With ice in our throats

And the pale moon in our eyes

With wind that tore life from our skin

And rock beneath our feet

We trekked to the top

To the Summit

To the Sunrise

As we crested the top our blood became the ice,

Our skin as pale as the moon

The wind became our private hell

And the rock sucked out any hope of heat

We stood there as statues

As warriors

And waited

The numb spread from every pore

Into our hearts did it seep

Into our very existence

Until our souls became hard and cold

We waited for saving grace

For an end to our watch

And froze

The dark did not lift

The cold did not break

The wind did not cease

Our vigil did not die

We knew we were close to victory

We knew we were not dead

Yet

We had climbed a mountain

We had woken in the dead of the night

We had assembled for splendor

We had not fallen yet

We were not about to give in

To surrender

To lose!

And the Sun crested

Our skin took on a healthy hue

Our eyes became golden orbs

Our souls broke free

And we were gods for a second

We climbed down

As victors