There are angels
and then
there are those angels
that fell from the
grace of men--
those that live on this
side of heaven and can't
escape the
persistence of perspiration
and blood
reeking of conflict, desire, & lust
but the acrid smoke that
curls up into billowing dust
clouds our view then
winds itself around silver
streamers of light
that leads the lost
back upstairs towards
that newly re-modeled heaven
where more rooms
have been added on
for those who thought
sure they could touch
the tips of bright stars
reaching tirelessly
for their diamond-points
of light
and pulled up madness
by the roots instead
(c) FINDING SO(u)LUTIONS
and then
there are those angels
that fell from the
grace of men--
those that live on this
side of heaven and can't
escape the
persistence of perspiration
and blood
reeking of conflict, desire, & lust
but the acrid smoke that
curls up into billowing dust
clouds our view then
winds itself around silver
streamers of light
that leads the lost
back upstairs towards
that newly re-modeled heaven
where more rooms
have been added on
for those who thought
sure they could touch
the tips of bright stars
reaching tirelessly
for their diamond-points
of light
and pulled up madness
by the roots instead
(c) FINDING SO(u)LUTIONS