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and angels weep...

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Beyond the perimeter of time
A relentless voice of personal addiction
Sings of now defunct dreams.

A helping hand strums, on open hills
Stringed anthems to Elysian chords;
applauds long gone deeds.

Many forget in daily commute,
Their pursuit itself an obsession;
Destiny derailed by blind derision.

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why do you weep
such profound beauty
in your sleep,
your dreams, an everlasting memory
in time's dictionary

loved

That we'd much enjoy
The world's a lovely stage
Its colours bright in every age.

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'Break, break break on thy cold grey stones, O Sea.'

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I could visualise
the intended love and beauty
and
how you are at such a youthful age
so lucky
God may bless thee
with her
that only you can ensure and see

as youth flows away
sooner than later...
hopefully
don't abandon her...
such love is a rarity...

loved

Thanks!

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'Break, break break on thy cold grey stones, O Sea.'

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loved

Angels, they have no need to weep, they are the guardians of those that are here now, and sometimes messengers from that other world.
There is no need to weep, when you are part of a world that is unconditional love, they eat nothing, and need no sleep, so if one is with you it really is a 24/7 effect.
I have over the past few years been learning of other ways (Spiritual that is) and it is so hard to explain the things they are or do.
Think talk and the love , then travel here and there tasks they take on of helping us idiots here, where they can be in more than one place at the same time, I am still trying to figure out a few things, but the beauty of the next level of existence is more than wonderful.
So not to worry about Angel crying, you have a great day out there,
Yours Ian.T

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

Indeed, it's an ironic statement. The moral component of humanity anthropomorphises angelic & other entities. Guilty consciences & regretful hindsight, perhaps. Thanks for your always welcome comments.

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'Break, break break on thy cold grey stones, O Sea.'

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Our destiny has always been derailed, and the only wailing i hear is not from angels. They allow us to believe the past was better, alluding to a future much improved. But we move on at a pace and on rails that they design, and you'll always hear wailing from people or animal. I like what youv'e written though i may be reading it not as you meant. Regards Roscoe..

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

As with all things spiritual, speculative, & metaphysical, there are many avenues of experience & interpretation. Thanks for interacting with my poem & sharing your response. You are much appreciated.

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'Break, break break on thy cold grey stones, O Sea.'

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In our reality
Beautiful image

And poetry allows us to adorn this reality.
Thanks for reminding me of the magic of poems.
Have a nice day.

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'Break, break break on thy cold grey stones, O Sea.'

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