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angels in the architecture

Image:Public Domain, Linda Allardice




if you could see
you would openly weep
at the sight of them
you would be on your knees
begging for a ride

though i didn't know her from adam
or the man in the moon
i believed her and nodded
she smiled
and it was good

i offered her a cigarette
she pretended to refuse
(for heavens sake)
as i lit it up
she took a long drag
like an old soul

we can never be angels
she purred
don't that make you wanna cry?
we can be saints if we want to
i just haven't got the time

Rene ~ July 2012


Thank you for the shove Lance

For 100 Word Song ~ All you need to know is right here

The song prompt is "She Talks To Angels" by the Black Crows. I'm supposed to include the video with this post but I can't for the life of me make that happen. Lame but true.

Flog me.

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  1. AnonymousJuly 20, 2012 at 7:10 AM

    wow at the depth, hurt, and most of metaphorical ass kicking.

    Teh last two lines are cash money but I like the pretending to not want a cigarette. that means not wanting to be yourself.

    this sounded like finely tuned acoustic guitars and a jazzy drum beat

    excellent. Leeroy is dancing

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  2. k~July 20, 2012 at 5:56 PM

    This is a great write. Lance said it best when he called it a "metaphorical ass kicking," that really sums it up well.

    ...and you made Leeroy dance! :-) Nice to see your words Rene.

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  3. Brian MillerJuly 20, 2012 at 6:04 PM

    no use pretending we are on though when we are another....smiles...def feel the underlying emo as well rene...and great to see you writing...smiles..

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  4. Maude LynnJuly 20, 2012 at 9:28 PM

    This is flat out gorgeous.

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  5. Irish GumboJuly 21, 2012 at 4:50 PM

    We can never be angels, and not enough time to be saints...I hope that doesn't make us sinners by default (grin).

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  6. Fragrant LiarJuly 22, 2012 at 1:20 PM

    I haven't got the time to be a saint either. But I love the way you paint a heavenly picture with your poetry. ;-)

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  7. MarianJuly 23, 2012 at 10:24 PM

    oh love it. yay! no time for sainthood. ain't that the truth.
    i don't think you gotta post the video. no rules!

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  8. CameronJuly 24, 2012 at 9:24 AM

    Love that last stanza the bestest. Cool to see you playing #100wordsong, too.

    Oh, and I almost never include the video, and Lance hasn't kicked me out yet ;)

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  9. Tara R.July 24, 2012 at 7:25 PM

    That last stanza was perfection. Beautifully done.

    (I've never include the video with my 100 words either.)

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