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A collection of poetic gifts by Archangel
A TRIBUTE TO THE MEMORY OF
SPENCER CARTER III
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UNTITLED
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Shining bright on a rainy day the lovers walk arm in arm
Flowers bloom where their footprints barely
touch the ground
The world turns by their love for each other
The universe does move around
these two
They bring peace of heart and soul to all who are near
Love so strong so pure
Changing
reality for the better
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IN TWILIGHT
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Here we go again loving, laughing, playing the games children play when they're young
Thoughts
turn to our future and I think just before the fading light and the coming of the night will this last
I
look at you and see the gray in your dark hair while you touch the wrinkles as you hold my face and know nothing
last forever
And even though I'm thinking this I smile because while we're mortal our love will shine on
After
suns burnout after the universe is cold and dark
Love goes on with infinite power
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TOUCHED
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The leaves fall on a early fall day Rain shower of colors come down on our heads showing
us the beauty in dying
A leaf touches your eye causing a tear to roll down your cheek and I kiss it away drinking
in your essense
At that moment you kiss me and we share our love, our soul on a early fall day
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THE RAIN
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They stand together water running down their faces melding them
Into one soul
Tears flow from
their eyes mixing with the rain
Mixing the feelings of the moment
Of parting the pain from that
And
of joy for when they'll be together once again
Souls that shine thru the love and pain like raindrops reflecting a
bright starry night
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FOR A FRIEND
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Sitting in my room in my favorite chair watching Sunday just begin outside my window
Paper in
my lap coffee at the side music in the background to help wake the day
A gentle breeze brings breakfast
to me from next door I smile when I think about all the times we sat here together just like this
But
now you're gone and Sundays while still are nice
They aren't the same
I miss your smile and laughter and
the way you would pretend to doze back off just so you can take the funnys if I put them down
No,Sundays aren't
the same
And you left me long before you left the world
It was a joy for the time that we had to share
our Sundays together
I always miss that
I hope wherever you are
There are forever Sunday mornings
for you to enjoy
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ECHOES
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Like a ghost in a haunted house
The sounds of your footsteps
Of your passing thru my
life
I never told you what you meant to me
Now I can only tell you how much I miss you
And
how the sounds of you are still with me in my heart
Making me wish you were here
Instead of
just the shadows of the past
Haunting my soul
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WARM NIGHTS
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A FAN IN THE WINDOW BLOWING WARM AIR ACROSS US AS WE LAY STAY IN THE NIGHT LISTENING TO THE QUIET
THATS' OUT THERE PASS THE SOUNDS OF THE DARK A DROP OF SWEAT RUNS DOWN THE SIDE OF MY NECK FROM THE CHILL
I GET LOVING YOU IN MY ARMS
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DAYS OF LIGHT
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WE WALK AMONG PEOPLE LIVING IN QUIET SORROW
WE NOT KNOWING THAT WE TOO ARE LIKE THESE PEOPLE
LIVING
IN THE GRAY INSTEAD OF THE LIGHT
THE LIGHT OF FRIENDS AND FAMILY OF TIMES
WHEN WE FOUND JOY
IN MOMENTS WHEN WE THOUGHT WE COULDN'T
TO FIND OUT WE ARE STRONGER THAN WE WERE LEAD TO BELIEVE
THOSE
ARE THE DAYS OF LIGHT, AND LIFE
WE MUST HOLD ON TO
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THE FALLEN
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(HOPE)
Destruction,Dishonor,horrors he had caused On purpose enjoying fully each Pain he was able
to mirror in others His need to cause this: great
The Pain of Love tossed away Makes him find happiness in this
muck and misery that has become his life
Telling himself,showing the World If he cannot have one,he shall indulge
in the other And so he goes about his tasks with glee Or so he thinks
Buried in the bleak landscape his soul
had become A single piece of his hearty by God's Grace some how untouched by what he had willingly made of hisself
A
part of him that healed,forgiven and was ready when the moment was right to try again with the world
The right time
with the right person Forever waiting for the moment Believing,knowing in this small piece of light It would come:
REDEMPTION
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SPENCER, "Archangel"
"I live and learn day by day and the most important thing I've learned:
Love matters Always" - Archangel
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