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[aid] => mick
[title] => safety in my invisible wings..and gods invisible love 23.10.2004
[time] => 2004-10-22 20:36:20
[hometext] => this is my most favourite poem ever...
[bodytext] => safety in my invisible wings..and gods invisible love we had been together since their birth... never hidden from their vision..one guardian angel between two i was the first of our kind to be always seen by our charges, my father said i was to be their best friend... every day their father mikhael lived when thoughts of them entered his mind and every day he died in her presence... as mother ate his beauty and love without abandon...without mercy i told them that hers had been stolen by the devil i told them the truth they didnt need me to tell them when she had gone... i told them of his pain i told them why his cries into his gentle hands worsened every night i loved this man they say a father should not bury his children but what of children seeing him cry so deeply, so completely nothing existed but his urge to express his pain it was later that night, and after he had crept in to watch his children sleeping, (they had listened to my voice till their eyes closed) that my father told me of this man's desire to be with him tonight father bade me steal down the stairs to soft warm light his angel seiphissii was crying, her anguish as invisible to mikhael as her body i took her hands and we encircled him...and then, knowing what he needed to feel... we reached inside him and kissed his heart turning away slowly i heard his tears.. i knew she would be tracing them down his cheek for she loved him as did i cradling him...a hurting child...to her breast a final pure gasp, then a white glow, as she carried his soul...away i woke them slowly..stroking their soft hair shushing their groaning stirrings taking abigail in my arms, jasper by his hand carrying their hopes, dreams and lives one step down at a time and we stood there at the bottom of the soft carpeted stairs before the kitchen, me between them as their hands slipped softly into mine... as we gazed lovingly up into his quiet face... jasper smiled first his happiness sweeping through his fingertips both of their tears wet warm and cool front...a storm brewing to cleanse we could already see the red rain falling falling from his feet...kissing down his hands his arms like that of a red red tiger and his halo had slipped down around his neck..but beautifully and in my adoration of this man their father i felt my own speaking in my heart and so i held them close and told them of him of when god created the universe... he slit his wrist and as the vein spurted wildly each drop became a star [comments] => 1 [counter] => 140 [topic] => 13 [informant] => lapse [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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