The Dark Angels are a come and go crew. They create then disappear like street art. Their works exist in fragments, particles that float, dust motes that spin before the wind that blows them to faraway places. They are individuals that work as one. Deep as oceans, as impenetrable as the night. Art urchins and poets, they dissolve before they form. They are the Dark Angels, they are discharge. They are a bloody mouthful.

Sunday 17 July 2011

Ruelas Flight..

"Freedom" ( Scott Reeves)

Piled high, delicacies and baubles
a birth right of righteousness
the food of the gods for the godly.
heart strings and purse strings too tight
unable to sings, lungs filling with gasps drowning in silence
mouths open for more.
a wind of change carried on black wings
a murder of thieves
to relieve the torture of ownership
to redeem dreams sold for nothing
only in emptiness can a heart know its song

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5 comments:

Ruela said...

Excellent ;)

Thank you so much!

Mersault (Nera B.) said...

Wow, Excellent!!!!!! love it!!!

Ruela said...

"animated here"

manina31 said...

thank u so much Ruela..u are truly inspirational! ;)

Russell CJ Duffy said...

If only we made albums then this would be our cover. Excellent work.