He fell. Or rather, the heavens opened up
and dropped the morning star
from its place in the sky.
A father’s love, a frail and fickle thing
fraught with tension
like the inside of a sun,
ever pressing and pulling
turning hydrogen to helium
and bursting into light.
his favourite, favoured child,
fallen from grace, a runaway
the prostitute and drug addict and
homeless child on the street
he becomes them all.
Their pain is his own, shared
and spreading he hates them
he is them.
Falling, breaking, hating,
anger is always a secondary emotion.
The morning star, burning up inside regret, regret, jealousy, desperation, adoration, love
Who could love a human more than
[Spencer notes that his 'view' is "based mostly on these lines within the poem 'the original angel who/and fell' and I wanted to explore the feelings and mythology behind Lucifer and his fall from Grace, what impacted it and why he fell."]
Singing. False. I WHISPERED a skip. Virgin he, and when because hear. Not lost, and the lost are darkest. They cannot sing. The Elder unfolded a secret, only false. “You girls a breathing. The demons.” Winter watching. WHISPERED when my evil angel, darkness is expanded. "This cannot part singing, cannot the singing.” Way to Change. "You, you.” I answered him. “And girls, although lost, but I, and I, and so I betrayed my days. This was their wish, darkest as run am of was singing.” He has like my fear, his singing. Him, “only Because WHISPERED wings a so cobalt.” I, like him, wish evil wings were only a girls secret. “It’s dangerous only on your watching. Because stakes, but you The WHISPERED and me are in denial, but that was my collection.”
Ona. I went through the university
Troubles were just watching. "
Back to the beginning. Night. In the brave
All can best compensate
Therefore, I can sing the notes
Only the eldest son can pick,
I lost myself in the "mountain.
Well, But I broke the wings.”
Let me drown. like you
Wings, and I always betray-
And break my heart changed
Satan is not a better approach.
[Jessica adds this process note (I love process notes, by the way): "I altered the language and then translated from English to Greek, to Arabic, to Afrikaans, to Chinese, to Hawaiian and back to English"]
Disguises splice all fearful reasoning, Bursting lights bleeding into one another, The smashing mirrors, The smashing mirrors.
Playing with the the original angel, Only fearful dogs can hear, Unfurled to fall - “It’s a glorious ride,” Shards in the dark, Girl singing day lost herself, Proclaiming "You cannot scoff, my secret"
The man of immortal winter insists neither, For heaven is burnt, Nights wings are black echoes Girl sings day scoffing her blood With an old cobalt gaze, Unfurling as the man winter watched, Crying night poker.
Girl singing day for Heaven opera, Whilst the rhino sky whispers its own art, Sounds like DAE-mon, DAE-mon, DAE-mon, Sounds like the sun dimming the clouds, Sounds like a girl singing Day, Over the immortal night silent indifference.
How whispers gloriously shadow whispers on neither side, While she sings Day - 'Make me rise. Make me rise" A melodic spider, Hedging her bets like a mad bitch, Singing halves to the coin and chanting madly!
The Angel of Jose Garcia, Smothering Babaylan to keep the banks, From bursting into immortality, Rumbling her tiny voice, Lost in the valley reflective betrayal, Unfurling like the hand, Of the keeper of the rhino cloud, nearer than a breath away.
Skipping away singing violent DAE-mon,
Singing in a voice only fearful dogs can hear.