Poetry by Spencer Carter III
Spencer's Treasures - II
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A collection of poetic gifts by Archangel

A TRIBUTE TO THE MEMORY OF
SPENCER CARTER III

UNTITLED

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

10

IN TWILIGHT

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

11

TOUCHED

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

12

 

THE RAIN

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

13

FOR A FRIEND

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

14

ECHOES

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

15

 

WARM NIGHTS

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

16

DAYS OF LIGHT

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

17

THE FALLEN

(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

18

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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