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'angels are angels, period' timothy r gates, 0/0/2009 (inspired by another's angels)

angels are angels, period
fallen or resurrected, lights
saints are saints, period
saintly or unrequited, luminary
they touch,
we, too
fly
dream
are frightened, when
not understanding something, anything
we, too
are, period.
Then...
'leviathan' timothy r gates, 12/17/2007

leviathan
flies
swoops
cries
no one to walk with
no garden to dance in
no lover to hold
monster
sea monster
wale, some say
a dragon dies
lies
heart broken
bad rap in the west
good one in the east
children see them
elders decry them
goddesses ride them.
hear their song,
overtones.

'Mystical hug' (trg, 10/18/02)

One day when heaven
sent down it's glory, I
found a word speaking of
innocence, inculpable and frailty.
Sweet-kissing icon says more.
Mystical hug - more real than any other,
infinity wrapping her arms
around earthen vessel, finite child
gazes through his divine dove's eyes.
I smile, gazing, too, into
both the child's and queen's face.

Do I understand the dilemma, or am
I able to construct a grove that'll lead
into a nirvana of any sort?
No.
Am I able to hope for resolve some day?
Yes.
Will I expend much energy upon these answers?
Yes and No. Yes, because sometimes
it's the nature of the beast.
No, since all answers are blurred
by their questions.
A hug is better than propositions.
I smile, gazing, also, into
both the child's and the queen's dove eyes.