Fallen AngelMore Like This
Crawling in my forlorn appearance
I hide my soul behind these tattered wings
Tattered and broken as they are
Plucked of light, stained in tears and blood.
In quiet despair upon the cold earth
Smeared in dirt I crouch upon my weary knees
And clutched timidly between my fingers
Rests one last jewel of Hope.
A single unblemished plume plucked
From the silver light of dawn
A feathered ray of light from beyond
To illuminate the void that has me bound.
This precious barb of silk
Once lost as I was and forgotten
Blazes now to immerse me in radiant bliss
To wash away the pain, draw me from the abyss.
So now I fade away…
My tender flesh removed
My shattered wings released
My inner light unsheathed… escapes.
(c)2004 Joseph Palladino
Friendly Math"Lets start you off with one hundred friends. Now, let's say you call one of them a name. What happens to your group of friends?"More Like This
"Well some of them are loyal to that one whom I have abused, so I guess I loose eight friends."
"So how many friends do you have left?"
"Good. Now lets say you cheat with one of your friend's boy friend. What does that do to your population?"
"Well the boyfriend won't talk to me anymore, and neither will his friends. And my friend will probably be mad and so will all of her good friends. I guess I'll loose 20 friends."
"So what does that put us at?"
"Now, what happens if you get wasted at a party and all of your friends are sick of your antics. What will happen then?"
"I will loose most of my friends wont I?"
"Yes, in fact, lets say you loose fifty. What does that put you at?"
"Exactly. So who is left?"
"The druggies and the ones that want to see me get better."
"Do you want to be friends with the druggies?"
"So what does that put you at