#poetry - Pledge of the Archangel

I am Archangel, one and many,
I am Power of God, I exist to deliver,
There are none but God who stand above me,
The body I assume is my prophet.

I am with free will, my choices are flawless,
I am perfection, imperfection yields to my will,
I risk nothing against all peril,
I have no equal, except of my Order,
I exist in fellowship, alone and in concert,

I am within and without time,
I am within and without space,
I am within and without mind,
I am within and without soul.

I may never be defeated for I am Victory.

To men, I am immortal,
To men, I am grace and courage,
To men, I am wisdom and love,
To men, I seem like All.

Men fear when I am amok,
Men surrender to my custody,
Men accept the form my Justice assumes,
Men benefit upon my Arrival.

What I think, men do;
What I know, men may know;
Men exist to carry my memory,
Men exist to carry my plan.

With fire team, I deliver bunker,
With squad, I deliver garrison,
With platoon, I deliver city,
With company, I deliver state.

I have come to purify the Well,
I have come to foster increase,
I have come to set the Record,
The Day of Judgment is now.

When I kneel,
When my wings expand,
When my sword is aflame,
When my flight

All adversary shall fail

Prepare for doom,
Prepare for reckoning,
Prepare for Truth,
Prepare for Peace.

#poetry - Dirty and Clean

The dirt that is in and on my car
Is all the places I have ever been,
Like my shoes and my skin.

I have no fear of the past,
It has lost its hold on me;
And now I am movement, soft but fast.

I might take some time to clean and review,
But the more that I take now,
Perhaps less good travel and work I do?

There may be no good for me to try
to scrub the past out of the present;
That act may only make the future cry.

Better that I clean my mind without need,
of real things and hold myself to know,
that I am clean regardless of travel or deed,
Although, some pieces of dirt must go.

#poetry - bum fight over cigarettes

the bums came out of no where
i was holding a coffee and taking a drag
three inches right in front of me
they started to nag
can we have a cigarette we are from the street
i took a sip of coffee
and i said no you can't
i'm smoking all these cigarettes
i need them for me
the shorter fatter stronger one took off his hat
he said we're not asking you
the taller skinny darker one was holding onto a bag
he said you better give it up
i took another drag
and i tried to sip the cup
when the strong one swung at my head
he missed and knocked the cigarette out of my mouth
i threw hot coffee in his face
and flung him all about
pushed his head into the wall
and threw him hard to the ground
i stomped him and i kicked his head
and looked for the other one
he had bolted out of sight and was long gone
the white guy struggled to his feet
he might have fought more
i said this is for a cigarette
just walk away while you can
he thought a moment and did just that
i could tell he walked the wrong way though
after a few minutes he came back
but crossed the street and kept walking on
he did not look back
he called out the black guy's name
but no one was there to call back
then a cop pulled someone over to the side of the road
and the whole sky was black and blue