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When Death Strikes

Copyright 2017, DC Bianchino, All Rights Reserved.

When death strikes
Close to home
And you feel like
You’ve been left alone.

When heartache
And that sorrow aches
And the heart driven
In by stake.

Then read again these words
Now written
Penned by one
These words now given

To let you know
That One was there
When you thought alone
With your despair

When there inside
Among the hidden
Woke with tears
For you so smitten
Who shared your hurt
And felt your pain
For you and THAT
Are one and same.

In every tear
In all that fell
Was one inside
I’m here to tell
You’re not alone
And never was
When through it all
And here spoke of
That knows your name
As stars above
And here to say
“It’s you I love in word and being
And now is written as one ; I’m seeing”…..

Left Breast

Copyright 2017, DC Bianchino, All Rights Reserved.

Her left breast, is one that’s blessed
It feeds the world, and never rests
With milk that flows, for that’s its quest
With Love insured; its manifest.

It’s all for this, you and I
As was before the wonder why
When all is said and all is done
Her sacrifice is one for One

Her left breast feeds the world
She leaves behind new life, her pearl
In there her gene stays alive
Defeating death with it survives

She enters in the Godly realm
With Oak the Ash the sacred Elm
There to place her breast in face
And mouths are fed, and nature
Wakes what she has graced
With breast she placed
In every race.

A Fallen Angel, We Are All One of Them

Copyright 2017, DC Bianchino, All Rights Reserved.

Fallen Angels come to know
Just who they are.
It takes them time to see themselves,
It’s really, not so far.

But called by name
The story goes,
And always is the same
The blind shall SEE
Here once again
This angel, crowned that’s

Now, when weather strains passer by
Touching you, touching I
Beneath where all, live and die
Underneath this open sky

And once again before the turn
And once again when done
There are those storms
Where treasures lie
Like flowers finding; Sun.

So, touch and feel was said
There inside of you
Whether rabbi, priest
Or, religious geek
All, just share this too.
We see it every day in fact
When pride holds its view
This planet where the fallen are
Just look inside, it’s true.

We are all fallen angels
Escaping here and tried
But it’s not so bad when understanding
This Angel we can’t hide.

Whether Christians, or Islamic ones
Or those Subject to their faith
When blinded by self-righteousness
That’s pride we cannot shake
But events will surely come to pass
And a test to our surprise
That humbles one to fall on knee
No longer blinded by; ones eye.