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
xZx Tribute xZxMore Like This
It's my turn to be selfish..
I just thought you should know.
This dosen't feel real
I didn't want you to go.
All the things i took for granted,
Coming round just for a drink.
I guess now you've gone,
It's made me think.
When she woke me this morning,
2am roughly, i guess,
At the time i didn't want to be,
I didn't want to confess.
But inside it's tearing me apart you know?
Knowing your not here...
Knowing i can't run to you.
Your no longer near.
I don't blame you, believe me,
I know you didn't want this.
But, my darling Julie...
..You always i will miss.
I know your with him right now
And im glad, thats all you need.
And i know your looking down,
Take care of me, i plead.
I guess my gaurdian angel didn't work..
Sorry.. Truley i am.
I'll always love you.. Missing you, Chan. xxx
DownfallMore Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si