the Elegy

My Poetry Collection

From heaven to earth…… till death recalls the life with eternity ©

the Elegy

Their cries, their agonies never been addressed
Their hearts bleed to death with an arrow of pain
Those who do not posses respect, dignity and care will be summoned to death

Nobody hears the sound of dropping tears from weeping eyes

the Elegy© is merely a collection of those weeping hearts
These days’ angels visit no earth. They are gone missing
Their curse is now present on earth
Betrayal, calamity and revenge fills in blood carrying spoiling brains become inhumane.

the Elegy© is what I saw what I felt and what I assumed and hardly imagined
This is where I am, the Elegy©, a poetic songs
Ever sung in the middle of an earth which lies between Heaven and hell

the Elegy© brings passion to anger
Peace to war
Love to hatred
White to black

Angels.....

Do you see Angels?
I believe I can fly, till I find Angels. Because Angels don't get angry, don’t lie and don’t speak words. I dream Angels slipping through my room; I smell their presence; I hear their wings span pushing hair and it waves through to my eyes lashes. They carry arrows with heart; when Michael Angelo draws such angels;

Baby angels without clothes and tiny legs and hands having still wings, Last night I dreamed one such I feel they got Jasmine smell in their body. They don’t fade and they eat no food. Every time an Apple falls I will run outside and looking for an Angel. But none found. Why? Don’t they exist? Or trap in between two worlds?
Or they don’t visit earth no more here, Because people are cruel, unkind and aggressive. Even women on earth, I guess.
Their mothers’ milk smell is long gone in their mouth, they carry veins blood and no more jasmine smell like Angels, Do you think so? But I do so. What if I go to Altar and wait? Until they come to pray for. Do you think I can?
When I was small I saw blue Angels flying across blue clouds over the ceiling wall. Maybe I was small and they liked me. When I was lighting the candles inside big church they might have been looked at me and laughed. I like Angels. They are so innocent; they are so kind and see what these earth people doing. I am sure they are...............

And again, I heard in old days, where people like Johannes Kepler lived, people counted the idea that planets around us pushed along by angels......

I like angels, anyway. The angels with sad looking eyes watching down in the church doom in the roof top made really alive!. I feel that they want tell us something...