The Poets Behind The Poems 8:

--------Aries Rising--------

A broken Angel lurking in dark shadows
With ray blue dixie wings of flames,
In a toxic wonderland of vengeful truth
Where shattered glass are labelled with a name.

Where tropical sea monsters carry fluffy swords
Of pale butterflies and baby rainbows,
That sad pale queen of the silent nights
A renegade Angel in silver bells of soft glow.

But one lemon squeezy abracadabra morning
Her tiny voice like a lilly in the vally,
Or soft rain that hides behind a black cloud
Like a naughtymouse starting a new tally.

Under october rains and soft parades of pink bliss
That once broken Angel with liquid dreams,
Decided she wanted to see her aries rising
And fix her shattered and broken wings of cream.

That dark cloud behind the poets shoulder
That neon star with a sun shining broken sword,
Or a lady of pearl that's without her treasure
A trampled Angel with auto liquid void.

Below that magnetic moon or organgia mist
Are slaughtered pixies with wicked ways of love,
And that broken Angel with a pure new heart
That outshines those skies in the moonlight above.