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O BLACK ANGEL

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New Angel Wings by Shadavar -stock

New Angel Wings by Shadavar-stock

O black angel,

spread your wings for me.

Deliver me from ghosts and rattling chains,

chants, haunts, and roots, sinking at the bayou’s bottom.

 

The past with its dried hope and magnolia,

now long-gone; a shattered mirror of forlorn days.

 

O black angel,

spread your wings

upwards and outwards; sweep from

paradise to heaven. where grass grows emerald,

springing back past the walking on it.

To where joy-filled winds speak mysteries of the ages.

 

O black angel,

spirit me away to where

gates of pearl open onto streets of gold, like glass.

 

O black angel,

Uphold me in your massive hands.

Let me look into your piercing eyes, and

see beyond the boundaries of man’s comprehension.

To that place of magnificent, peerless beauty.

 

O black angel,

carry me in your wings.

Take me to that place where I might

see His body, bloodied and pierced for me.

Behold His face and kiss His nail-scarred hands.

 

 

By Alice Parris

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THIS MORTAL COIL

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Royal blue &
translucent gold do await my soon return.

I  go to where there are no bones arotting.

Do not cry for me;
I am kept in the bosom of a holy dove.

Lo, these many years, 
my hands have been stretched upwards.

Abundant joy &
immaculent breezes are my preferred portion.

Blue-midnight,
angelic visitations steer my many night-visions.

This mortal coil is
but my chrysalis; gossamar wings wait for me.

The last mile is truly bloody virtue-Via Dolorosa.
 

 Alice Parris

Photography by Stony River/AU

Photography by Stony River/AU

BUTTERFLY & PEACOCK

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Indigo-Tourmaline sprawling eyes
on a bed of cilantro, olive, sage
and hunter-green iridescent wisps.

A lovely spot for a pumpkin-rust,
black & white, spotted & bordered,
bewitchingly beautiful butterfly.

My senses have been quickened.
My eye-gait is satiated from this;
the mother-lode feast of palettes.

My eyes have been soul satisfied.
My soul is a well-whetted whelp.

Although, we see darkness at every
turn in the world, purity pillars upon
the earth. The earth shall long remain

past the passing of our remains.

Alice Parris

 

Photography by Stony River/AU

Photography by Stony River/AU

 

HONEY EATERS

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HONEY EATERS

Truth is simple.
It sustains mountains
pirouetting in time.

Yet, the grasping
for instant knowledge;
honey eaters slurping.

Volume does
not substance make.
Wisdom pierces
vessles that do speak.

Go to river’s edge;
stave off annihilation.

Stop wasting
on a hamster’s wheel.
Sisyphus –
an acrid enslavement.

Alice Parris

Photography by Stony River/AU

Photography by Stony River/AU

FORE-KNOWLEDGE

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in the night

knowing

of events

to come

utterly

laughable

concept

to trust

gut-bellied

blood-rushing

primitive

rumblings

coursing

through

palpable-veins

staunch

bold-stroke

stance

to trust

inwardly

while

signs

point in

the other

direction

is

to have

been

there

well-before

signs

 

Alice Parris