Angel Wing

Angel Wing …

Angel Wing

Pray tell my friend, do you know of this matrix,

The one still held down by lost aspirations

Please honor me friend, and break down the stasis

And give the faithless a fresh new face, yes?


I have passed the time like a worn-out watch

My mental panoply like a messy swatch

My link to pragmatism has since dislodged

I need someone to take it up a notch


I give to you the will of Ezekiel

To take up my stead and heal many people

To slay all their demons, remove all their evils

Renew all their spirits and cleanse all their steeples


I ask this of you, to give them a reason,

Separate the righteous from all the heathens

Cling to feeding those ones ‘til repletion,

Make them feel needed and give them some meaning.


Upon such a reaching you’ll feel a cohesion

A oneness with people that you are now meeting

The staircase begins with you just believing

That you are a lighthouse a real homing beacon.


Sometimes just your shoulder could stop all the bleeding

Your hands there to clasp them when they feel their beaten

With some of their spells they’ll have you uneven

Sometimes they’ll leave you feeling like you need some Jesus.


These people are decent, but they have clouded vision,

They can’t get past the bars of their own inner prison

Their pipe dreams have stayed forever hidden

And all they need now is someone to listen


Their stories have villains that you can’t envision,

Ones that question the human condition

Such evil makes me confront my thoughts with suspicions

That hell is now here and no one has risen


That reason is why I need your decision

Will you jump on board and take up the mission?

Or should I suffer these days with my early dismissal

And leave this sad world down the road to perdition


My empathy eludes me, my voice is now mute

My senses are marked as nothing acute

I wish I could stand here by your side, resolute

But somewhere my coming train vanished en-route.


Their world needs a reset, it needs to reboot

They need to feel love like they had in their youth

Some fell off the wagon while hot in pursuit

Some lost on their way, but still stand to salute


We made up diseases in hopes to dilute

And avoid the forecast of wearing jumpsuits

some take on real quick, some fail to compute,

some tremor so hard, like earthquakes in Beirut.


Epidemics themselves, are clever ways to recruit,

while hard times will lead to houses of ill repute.

But nothing besides God is believed to be absolute

So now you become their required parachute


I won’t convolute this, things will become strange

From your lips will hang their promise of change

Their ghosts will derange you, you’ll feel so estranged

But in many sordid tales you’ll find the exchange


On pale moon nights the phone will ever ring,

your eyes will be so wet, sometimes they will sting

Other times you’ll be crucified just for judging

Just stay the course and listen, it will help everything


They will warble in your praises, like a glorious king

Though you are just being human, yeah, it’s a real thing.

Those heartstrings pulled will become your wellspring

Those butterfly knots you have will need uncoiling.


Thought you dwell in the dark, the light you will bring

You will cling to those who need you most while helping

Remember emotions are like a pendulum’s swing,

Just be their angel and tuck them beneath your wing.


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Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

7 thoughts on “Angel Wing

  • November 30, 2019 at 10:57 PM

    Powerful message and well-written. Great rhyme and rhythm roll the poem out fast and smooth. Excellent work, Paul.

    • December 1, 2019 at 9:35 AM

      Thank you so much Phyllis. I’m glad you enjoyed it.

  • December 1, 2019 at 7:50 AM

    As Phyllis stated a very powerful message and perfectly written. It is a thought inspiring work Paul.

    • December 1, 2019 at 9:36 AM

      Kurt thank you so much for taking the time to read this and the nice comment. Much appreciation

  • December 1, 2019 at 8:56 AM

    “…But in many sordid tales you’ll find the exchange…” A door to the inside where our internal spiritual battles continue. Paul, I love the extended verse. Robert Duncan talks about how a poem is a journey and the excitement is seeing where it takes you. This poem finds its beauty in the search and what is found in the search. Anyways I am rambling here but the line I quote above feels to me the collective journey TCE provides.

    • December 1, 2019 at 9:39 AM

      Wow. Thanks. Yeah I guess TCE is kind of like that. It is amazing how different everyone perceives poetry, and what little samples we take away. I didnt even see that as a line that drives us all. Thank you for pointing that out. Thank you for your kind words too Jamie. Much appreciation.

  • December 1, 2019 at 3:02 PM

    I enjoyed this very much and a most powerful message it brings. It is most inspiring,


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