Sorry.
That was a terrible pun. Although I find the concept of God (especially the Christian one) absolutely laughable I do try not to laugh about it all that much. Sort of.
Sometimes things get the better of me.
Cyranny wrote a post dealing with the idea of a ‘Fallen Angel’ and I thought I might run with that idea by creating some lyrics for a sort of teen love song (a former specialty of mine) that ended up in the back seat of a car.
But I got a bit off track. So the accompanying picture is irrelevant. But it is special to me, nonetheless.
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Fallen Angel. Rising Star
Tell me where you’ve been so far
Tell me all that I might see
If I should be so heavenly
Tell me of your God above
Tell me of His boundless love
But. Tell me. Did you have some doubt?
Is that why He cast you out?
Did you look, but could not see?
His precious holy trinity?
Did you think, but could not say
That there might be another way?
Did you touch, but could not feel
Everything He claimed was real?
Did you see the acrobat?
Angel. Did you smell a rat?
You felt Him here. You felt Him there
You felt him in your breath. Your air
You felt Him in your heart. Your core
You need not feel Him anymore
That was His night. This is your day
You didn’t need Him anyway
For He was never there at all
So. Angel. Let me break your fall
Richmond Road 
Gorgeous. Lovely rhythm.
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I love that last line!!
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Excellent take on this one, Good Sir! I could easily imagine you grinning while writing it 😉
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Right on!
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who ended up on the back seat .. no shame in that! A few of my rels were conceived there 😉
your poem says is all,
no disgrace from that fall 😎
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‘And we went driving
Down to the drive in
By 10 the cars were swaying
To the rhythm of love
Come 12 I’ll drive you home
But I’ll see you next week
Laying on my seat
Love in an FJ
I found the right way
Come
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doubt it would ever happen now days!
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Sadly yes. What has happened to romance?
Very hard to find an FJ these days let alone a drive in to park it in
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while you are lost in the detail … I meant back seat romps!
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Yes … that’s what I meant too. Teen Romance.
These days, of course, with the arthritis and so on I just need a bigger back seat.
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heard a vicious rumour that you don’t fire the arrows so straight these days either … a bit hit and miss 😉
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You shouldn’t listen to rumours.
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well seeing as it was by your own admission I figured there must be some truth in it …
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No matter how accurate they may be
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confession is good for the soul pops!
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‘In my big red cape
And my silver socks
I’ll boogie woogie
And this house will rock
You’ll rock with me
But you’ll never touch the floor
I’ll wear you out
But you’ll still crave for more
I’ll teach you things
That you can’t read in books
I may be ugly
But I sure can cook.’
Ahhh …. those were the days ….
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lol and who says we can’t exaggerate in our reminiscing 😉
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Is there any other sort of reminiscing?
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I try to keep it accurate … but that’s only my say so!
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