I was a Graceful Angel

In my dream, I was a graceful Angel
Whispering words, that flutter, halt offense
Members of their branch, stunt growth, they strangle
Immense debates fallen, hence, are past tense

In my dream, I was a wrathful Angel
Unwelcomed visitor of my high school
Vocalized, blasting air, ears all mangled
Papers flew, wind blew, Avenge the un-cool!

In my dream, I was a stunning Angel
My wings path, all things disintegrated
Roofs gave, walls cowered in awe, they angle
Winged creature, pure, their race I integrate

Over mountainous views and seas, I dangle
In my dream, I was a Graceful Angel

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Affluent Nightmares

In panic, drenched chest in sweat
Life under the sun’s canopy of have not’s
Banks beg for money, accounts in neglect
Loan sharks plead, as we sign on the dot

To snatch deeds bought with blood
Absent or the lack of cash flow in fountains
Bills rising, sweep currents torrential flood
Collector’s bounty, hide on debts mountain

Leave needs behind in grocer stores
Walk on by, window shopping for baby milk
Panting quickly, awake to vast images of gore
Your dreams of poverty, wet sheets made of silk

My everyday living, well being, welfare
The Affluent, these are their Nightmares

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Zafur's Prophetic Dream

She stands, poised under the heavens of Planet Aeon
Zafur’s squad besieged, as aircraft aviate skies agleam
Unafraid, foreseen by gods. This day! A war would spawn.
“We seek no defeat.” This is Zafur’s prophetic dream.

Zafur’s squad besieged, as aircraft aviate skies agleam
Hearing, the loud sonic bursts and shrill whine of airships
“We seek no defeat.” This is Zafur’s prophetic dream.
With quick speed the missile blasters depart from air strips

Hearing, the loud sonic bursts and shrill whine of airships
Pilot’s fly craft, lethal path over jagged rock peaks
With quick speed the missile blasters depart from air strips
She cursed their elders, demigods who speak their fate, bleak

Pilot’s fly craft, lethal path over jagged rock peaks
If they be captured, we will make them useful captives
She cursed their elders, demigods who speak their fate, bleak
No quiet surrender. We will fight! not yield our life, inactive

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