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Tag Archives: angels
Children of the Moon
We the motherless fatherless children of the moon wake up dreamless weeping. This is why we seek the all dreaming. The all dreaming is more feeling than place. Sometimes not always but sometimes we are chased by the fates. The … Continue reading
Strange Angels
The days fly into the blue and disappear, and your mind, in its memory-making, contains the disappeared days as film archive. I want to set fire to the archive. Burn all the films. Watch the celluloid twist and incinerate. I … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged angels, blue ones, film arcehive, fragment, high priestess, mysticism, Prose
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For Melody’s Sake
It is a call, a calling. Lost voices committing mutiny to service seasons unknown— Strange wingless angels of mercy and memory, the blue ones, sounding the call, a calling. Melody hosts its own discipline, and we, the fragile disciples of … Continue reading
If Angels
It isn’t easy to mend broken wings. It takes time and something else. Ask any angel you see walking down the street weighed down by unspecified cargo, or, those that are touring the backs of their brains in search of … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged angels, being human, dreamtime, healing, John Biscello, poem, symmetry
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Likeness
slow beating ache keeping time to breaking lore and softcore myth rising to tease and strip heaven’s knee of its skin my god yes spit and blood and light and yes remixed to teach you and me what angels be … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged angels, erotic, John Biscello, love, lust, passion, poem, sex, spirit
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Milk & Angels
Slotted between worlds, a living wake, whitefulness encroaching like a milkspreading cape of ocean, the requisite baffle and glare, It must be the angels riding in mounted on Mercy, you think, and you wait for them to turn the corner, … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged angels, dream, healing, John Biscello, Light, milk, ocean, poem, vision, whitelight
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Bliss
To follow your bliss you must kiss your demons squarely on their mouths lancing their sealed lips with a flaming tongue perpetrating tango between worlds where love consumes every last thorny bit.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged angels, bliss, demons, existential, John Biscello, love, poem, rebirth, self
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Torn
All the pearly angels, torn, and wept, like so much confetti in a storm, papering a small world, where heaven closed off to rapt, and cherish got hopelessly lost.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged angels, cherish, confetti, God, Heaven, John Biscello, poem, Poetry, rapt, world
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Electric
Trespass, skin on air, fornication with angels– Who turned the lights on?
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged air, angels, electric, fornication, haiku, John Biscello, Light, love, Poetry, sex, spirit, trespass
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