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Saturday, December 09, 2006

Wild Wild Angels

Don't talk to me of shattered dreams
Of course you don't know what it means
To live for someone else you just can't take
Oh and when you're bitten by the truth
You blame it on your misspent youth
you never seem to learn by your mistakes.
So don't talk to me of wild wild angels
Wild wild angels on the skyways
Those wild wild angels on the highways of your life'
Cause it's people like you who never knew
What wild wild angels have to face.
Oh and I ain't hangin' round to see
You turn on someone else like me
I'm still alive and you know the way I live
But baby that's one way you'll never be
Such simple things you fail to see
You take back ev'rything you ever given.
So don't talk to me of wild wild angels
Wild wild angels on the skyways
Those wild wild angels on the highways of your life'
Cause it's people like you who never knew
What wild wild angels have to face.

Thursday, December 07, 2006

~ Blessings ~

Her gaze looked behind me, scanning the horizon
But when I looked, she had her blindfold on,
And yet she saw far beyond our normal grace.
Her Pearls of Wisdom draped her delicate face,
She wore a badge on her cap and feathers too.
Her aura flashed and showed her spirit as true.

“Lady, why?” I asked as her Black Rose fell
“ Wear a blindfold when you see just as well.”
Under the cloak of darkness I saw her smile
“I will tell you true though it may take a while”
Her voice was serene giving sound to her art.
“If I show you my eyes I’d break your heart”

“I’m called to Earth and here I’ll stay
There’s much to learn to remember our way
We’ve been sold out for a very long time
Our powers denied, our names in the grime.
Yet here we are with grace and beauty intact.
We didn’t forsake you, I remain in fact.”

In her voice was passion, her anger was reined
I could tell her fire was bravely restrained.
“Who then and why would disparage you so?”
The person and reasons I was eager to know.
“Their names are so many, they rule through fear.
Yet it is they who pale whenever I am near.”

“I am not in the New World Order they seek
So I’ve learned to be mild, I’ve learned to be meek
I’m underground for they “Fire at will.”
But I live on; inspiring still
Freedom and Justice are all I wish
Where in the world can I find this?

The rules and the laws they change at whim
That’s why I feel so angry and grim.
Rules and laws are never for me
I must remain Joyful and Free."

“But freedom is mine.” I said, feeling wise
“Ahh that’s why you can’t see into my eyes!
I see your soul, it’s injured and in pain.
Each lie you believed has left its grain,
Every lie left a mark upon you;
Evil has left some painful residue.”

At her words I felt a chill to the core
And yet, still again, I would listen more.
Her voice told of mysteries yet to share
Filled with light; filled with care.
I felt some confusion, then understood
The rules cut deeper when you try to Be Good.

“When they make up the rules to follow
They fabricate the lies you must swallow.
To follow, blindly the rules of men
Will injure your soul, will damage again.
The beauty that within you does grow
Is damaged and imperilled my eyes will show.”

“These eyes are mirrors and would show clearly
The harm laws inflict on all you hold dearly,
How you heart is broken, twisted and torn.
This process begins the moment you are born.
Men’s’ rules and judgements will torment and bend
Your heart and soul cry out for a friend”

“So, I am here, you’ve invoked and prayed,
I show you my form so you’ll not be afraid.
Believe apparently, by all that you find.
Know once again the powers of your mind!
Remember, once again, by all that you see!
Know that you are blessed by the Angels of Anarchy.”

Tuesday, December 05, 2006


Given angel's wings, where might you fly?
In what sweet heaven might you find your love?
Unwilling to be bound, where might you move,
Lost between the wonder and the why?
If you were but a flame of pure desire,
A light so lovely you could not be seen,
Near mad with yearning, yet somehow serene,
And that were all, what more might you require?

By Domenico Scarlatti.

Monday, December 04, 2006

The Angels of Anarchy

Earlier this year I stumbled into The Angel of Anarchy by Eileen Agar in the Tate Modern, It is an awe inspiring Surrealist sculpture that Eileen created as a response to the Spanish Civil War.

Eileen Agar and her contemporaries were intrigued by the art of finding and since I began to study the Angel of Anarchy I have been finding things, strange and beautiful things. I decided to use some of my findings to create and Angel of Anarchy and look what I found not one but many Angels!

I took some photos I think it may take me a while to discover all of the Angels, I think these may be the Arch Angels of Anarchy, aren’t they gorgeous?