Lay Low My Halo Poem by Jesse Allen Anderson

Lay Low My haLo

ShOT DOwN!

Fall from the glory
Lead by the lie
Lost in the story
Run down the sky

Flashes of light
Ablazing the rain of white
feathers Through the night
and weathers ignite
the contrast
Which stages the fight that
Decorates the horizon
They sing screams together
The thunder surprising
The war in the heavenly corridor


The Magic Abuse!
Destructive Power!
The contrast from cower
to cometh crash in
Confusion compassion illusion
Irration intrusion.
What passion!

Stitches a wound
Clotting the gash
And into the ruins.

Faught in the heavenly war.
The pale light white tore
to rustic - maroon
And the hungry fire
Consumed the scraps
The audience claps
And screams like a choir

All the remains from the fire
Were ashes that smelled of a fruit.. Sickled, shooting with harvest and gleaming of ripe
The infant reborn with a new skin and a new Heart
revealing the start
of Perfection in
The City of Gold
Where they walk on the clouds and they never get old.

The sparks fly
Some catch your eye

And attempting the flight,
as a cat in his pride
Chases in circles
to catch its own tail..

The cherubim fakes sleep..
In a predator veil
To settle the spin..

To lay low my halo
And finally win.