Re: Talking To An Angel In Coma. -- Unicorn

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Date Posted: 05:04:57 03/15/03 Sat
Author: Raphaela
Author Host/IP: webcacheB02a.cache.pol.co.uk / 195.92.168.164
Subject: Re: Talking To An Angel In Coma.
In reply to: Pegasus 's message, "Talking To An Angel In Coma." on 08:46:46 03/11/03 Tue

Good to see you again Pegasus. Unicorn has missed you.

Unless I am reading too much into it, it seems that some tragedy has kept you away from the boards and inspired this poem. Strong imagery and tone to underpin the emotional feeling. My baby nephew is currently connected to a machine in intensive care and I could visualise the scene with sorrow.

email me sometime

Raphaela

>Talking To An Angel In
>Coma.
>
>In the factory of life and death
>mortal Gods hooked your vitals up
>to their complex machines
>resembling an octopus robot
>that could not escape
>from the madmaking echoing beep
>of sonar detection.
>
>On guard,
>they watch over your fighting heart,
>transforming it's once lively evergreen
>into a melancholic dirge,
>swinging through the sterile air
>like a limp would dance
>on the music of deaf musicians.
>
>They now breathe existance inside,
>artificially forced,
>through tubes and needles,
>wounding your skin;
>yet pointless to reach the depths
>necessary for healing your spirit
>so it inhales life like it did then,
>on a yesterday's breathe.
>
>Wonder if it's acually there
>but your life's hidden agenda
>does not reveal an appointment
>with those that went before you,
>nor is it hinting on any application,
>that will obtain you a job in Heaven.
>
>Thought you are already,
>working for Him I mean,
>since you are one of His Angels,
>made of the soil, blown from Golgotha,
>fertilized by Divine tears
>only meant to nourish goodness,
>infertile to the seeds raining from Hell,
>and poisonous to all that is wrong.

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