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'Beauty Falls' timothy r gates, 9/24/2008

Beauty falls
flies
sweeps across the sky
skies too
Beatrice never tires
of Dante's desire,
unrequited or not
Eros is not wearied
by Cupid's usurping, in some stories,
of his dispassionate passion
Beauty arises
resurrects
explodes exponentially
yet reclines
Gods and Goddesses
sing
jealous of this freedom
Sirens laugh incessantly
songs of delight
tempestuous only for the forlorn
Beauty smiles
smirks
omnipresent omniscience
not a god.
Better.
Beauty's guileless
skip past the Garden
she is
Beauty.

'Angels fall; Angels true' timothy r gates, 3/11/2008

angels fall:
some are said to fall,
some are told they've fallen,
some don't know why they've not fallen;
some simply weep, praying for redemption
-not their own, but ours,
us who do not weep,
who've never fallen,
who've claimed all for themselves,
unable to see the blood-stained tears.
angels, swift to aid,
not seen, save by
children
those well aged
those of slower, so to speak, minds
those of warm hearts
those whose pain hasn't killed them
and,
those who dare to behold Beauty,
not giving a damn or blessed
whether angels are real or illusions,
only that they are true.
Falling,
I prayed for success,
an angel who knew my tears, flew
-my unsaid words for rescue,
on this messenger's wings landed.
vicarious,
like children
those well aged
those of slower, so to speak, minds
those of warm hearts
those whose pain hasn't killed them
and,
those who dare to behold Beauty.
angels fall
taking flight, again
when our need surpasses our greed,
and they're not able to weep any longer.