- EVEN ANGELS FALL...... - ΕΙΚΟΝΕΣ

Needed elsewhere
To remind us of the shortness of your time
Tears laid for them
Tears of love tears of fear
Bury my dreams dig up my sorrows
Oh Lord why
The angels fall first.......

Better to save the mystery than surrender to the secret..

The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.

Better to save the mystery than surrender to the secret..

Smells are the fallen angels of the senses.

Better to save the mystery than surrender to the secret..

Better to save the mystery than surrender to the secret..

Better to save the mystery than surrender to the secret..

The fallen angel awakes
Across the horizon a light
Flying high above darkness

Better to save the mystery than surrender to the secret..

"Κονξ Ομ Παξ"

"Κονξ Ομ Παξ"

They come on to my clean
sheet of paper and leave a Rorschach blot.
They do not do this to be mean,
they do it to give me a sign
they want me, as Aubrey Beardsley once said,
to shove it around till something comes.
Clumsy as I am,
I do it.
For I am like them -
both saved and lost,
tumbling downward like Humpty Dumpty
off the alphabet.

Each morning I push them off my bed
and when they get in the salad
rolling in it like a dog,
I pick each one out
just the way my daughter
picks out the anchoives.
In May they dance on the jonquils,
wearing out their toes,
laughing like fish.
In November, the dread month,
they suck the childhood out of the berries
and turn them sour and inedible.

Yet they keep me company.
They wiggle up life.
They pass out their magic
like Assorted Lifesavers.
They go with me to the dentist
and protect me form the drill.
At the same time,
they go to class with me
and lie to my students.

O fallen angel,
the companion within me,
whisper something holy
before you pinch me
into the grave.

"Κονξ Ομ Παξ"

A fallen angel from the heavens,
Her wings torn and tattered
The creamy white, now a dull grey.
Having been broken by the fall,
They sweep the ground, collecting dust.
She walks the earth alone, being
Everyones guardian angel, yet
She has no one to call her own.
She gives time and time again,
To no avail ~ her heart shatters against
Her chest, burning her insides.
Abused more and more each day,
By the ones who wish to save her,
But only cause her more pain,
They take all of her gifts, not
Offering anything in return.
The light starts to fade,
In her caring bright eyes.
Soon the light will burn out,
For all eternity,
Unless some pure soul can,
Heal the void left in her heart,
And choose to make her whole once more,
And fix her broken wings.
Not because he feels he has to,
But because he wants to give,
All of himself, to her, in hopes
She becomes his own precious
Earthly angel...

Better to save the mystery than surrender to the secret..

Better to save the mystery than surrender to the secret..

..with time and luck and patience, yet,
we may arise in moult of flame
to spread our wings and shed regret
and dare, again, to seek our name...

Better to save the mystery than surrender to the secret..

Better to save the mystery than surrender to the secret..

Better to save the mystery than surrender to the secret..

Ουρανέ, όχι δεν θα πω το ναι...

Better to save the mystery than surrender to the secret..

Better to save the mystery than surrender to the secret..

No time for Fallen Angels ......... Falling to fast to break

Better to save the mystery than surrender to the secret..

Better to save the mystery than surrender to the secret..
Gentleman's Apocalypse