Children in way of wars; Angels fly

 Children in the way of Big People’s Wars, daily are killed, accurately murdered, leaders prefer the euphemism, “collateral damage,” in their place so they don’t need to own that they all justify the killing of innocents. Perhaps this is why leaders break openly when our own are murdered by anyone? Remember, leaders all over the world all day long pick the ones to be outraged over. Please let us be outraged. And, let us do the things said many times over the last two decades to keep our own safer.  And, let us be honest, and call all the killing of children, and innocents by warring countries what it is: murder. Lord have mercy, let us have the same. 



'Angels, fly only today' timothyrgates,3/7/2017

I've seen angels cry

seen them sigh

then die. 

I've talked with angels,

wept with them

laughed, roared,

then went to sleep,

finding myself awake,

unconcerned about 

whether it's dreaming. 

Angels have caught me

when I couldn't see

then we had tea. 

"Singing a song of myself,"

sixth tone intoned 

on a loop, 

here we set aside our wings,

halos of illusions,

we exist only together,

yet cannot fly for the other. 

Angels, fly only today

children, ready to play

we, then have no need to say. 

Behold, looking into the mirror,

translucent window,

angels walk barefoot. 

'angels don't always fly' timothy r gates, 8/13/2009

angels don't always
fly
do they die?

I bet they
would like to say,
'bye, bye.'
angels don't always
fly
do they sigh?

I bet
they'd like to say,
'oh shit, you didn't fry?’
Angels don't always
fly
do they lie?

I bet 
they'd like to say,
'genesis, perhaps a better try?'
Angels don't always
fly
their feathers drenched,
too heavy to spread,
not ready to drip dry –

Angles don't always
fly
when they
cry.

'Angels fall; Angels true' timothy r gates, 3/11/2008

angels fall:
some are said to fall,
some are told they've fallen,
some don't know why they haven't;
some simply weep, praying for redemption 
- ours,
us who do not weep,
who've never fallen,
who've claimed all for themselves,
unable to see the blood-stained tears.

angels, swift to aid,
not seen, save by: 
children,
those of hoary heads,
those of slower minds
those of warm hearts
those whose pain hasn't killed them 

and,
those who dare to behold Beauty,
not giving a damn or blessed
whether angels are real or illusions,
only that they are true.

falling,
I prayed for success,
an angel who knew my tears, flew 
-my unsaid words,
on this messenger's wings landed.

vicarious, 
like children,
those who've forgotten their age,
those of slower minds,
those of warm hearts,
those whose pain hasn't killed them

and, 
those who dare to behold Beauty.
angels fall
taking flight, again
when our need surpasses our greed,
and they're unable to find more tears.