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FORSAKEN ANGEL

Every angel loves and every angel has been broken.



At one time or another, thy angel will give her all to lose her all. It all depends on the emotional circumstances.



Of course an angel wants to be loved but once she is forsaken then it is hard to trust and love again.



Like a wound to the heart she ripped the arrow of deception out of her chest. Barely piercing her heart, the blood dripped drop by drop. She was still alive but like a zombie to what had happened. Although she thirsted for love and blood, she still yearned for the love that left her to die. She longed for the beast that had intentions to drain her of every fluid available to a kiss.



Her last memory was of a carousel that spun around and around. The beach was her balcony of hope while his plan was a death-wish. With sand in her sandals and the smell of cotton candy she felt that she found her soul-mate. Then the sand discinigrated and the then the cotton candy was just a pleasant smell of sugar without commitment.



Time had passed like sifted sand through an hourglass and before she knew it he was gone again. His words were like candy-bars that were eaten only for the sweet appetite with a diabetic purpose. There was no healthy outcome nor did he even love her. He just loved the idea of her like a picture of a wedding cake in a magazine that is only prepared, ate and never heard of again. That is until the calories are counted when the scale reads, “out of order.” Not for the weight but for the chaotic symbolism of the generic love he pleaded for her.



Still, she held the arrow that she ripped out her existence. Not only did the man of disbelief hurt her, but he broke her.



A few days later as she lied in bed, depressed and un-alive and then out of nowhere, the angel of hope approached her.



The angel said, “You long for love and now you will feel love. Please take these wings and fly away.”



Without hesitation the wounded nominee of disbelief replied, “No madam, I will not take these wings for I loved and for the right reasons. You, angel of hope had forsaken me. I will give up these wings you offer me and continue on.”



The angel of offering flew away and never returned to the broken angel below. Days passed and hours added up but the forsaken angel knew and believed that……….



“Once upon a broken wing, somehow he will here me sing. If he denies while I believe than I’ll obey and he’ll deceive.”



Sometimes life hurts but often true love hurts more. The angel still dwells in her dark cell while trying to save those who cannot love.



It is so sad and pathetic that an angel has to salvage her wings and salvation to be a “Forsaken angel” for a man that never loved her.



So sad that a commitment made between two people became a political view of the one with the broken heart. (And no, it wasn’t the man). The man has paid his taxes while working under the table. Eventually he will have to pay for unmarked ink spots on is bedpost to make up for his conscience.



And all the while he thinks he sleeps in peace? The angel he had forsaken is looking down upon him praying that he finds his fault so she can finally get her wings and fly far, far, away from him. She will someday recover and get her wings but in the back her mind she will always pray that he the one who broke her heart, will someday prove himself to be a real man.



Until that day arrives she will be a forsaken angel.

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ELEVATOR TO HEAVEN

Mythology is myth, but angels are truth. The angel of light sees light while the angel of death, otherwise known as the Grim Reeper, sees only darkness. Based on the biblical information I’m aware of, angels are always a mystery and that is that.



Visions are amazing and even more so when someone is about to face a new identity revolution. It is an ultimate transition that is only shared between an angel and a mortal.



Everyone has a purpose in life and some of those purposes are not of the mortal kind.



A heart gives a soul life and a life gives a soul an identity. Don’t mess with the DNA of a true heart because in the end it will be the poisonous blood transfusion for a life.



Once a soul is set free from their body they are given choices. It’s like riding up an elevator. What is on floor number #5? Is it your conscience? What is on floor number #45? There is no blue-print for anything, just evaluations written in scripted ink on a piece of rolled parchment paper.



Acid will burn flesh and selfish antics will burn the unloving. Angels hold their own democracy and there is no one to debate with them because they have the wings and the wings rule.



This is the story of a man who chose to be unloving, selfish and blind to his life on earth. Then it was a dark and stormy night when his number was drawn by the angels above to leave his body. The rent was long overdue.



He closed his eyes and that was the last time. The rent for his body was past due and now his soul was a lost entity. His spirit danced on the ceiling for a few minutes like it was free, but it wasn’t. The man was not dreaming for he had died.



Within minutes he looked down onto his own body lying on the bed 5 feet below. With his eye opened wide he screamed and then fell to his destined hell.



Not only did he fall 5 ft into his own body below but he fell into a box another 20 feet below. To his surprise there was no blood or not broken bones.



It was dark and for a few minutes he wondered into the four corners or the black box that detained him.



Suddenly a light flickered and the angel of death stood before him.



Of course anyone who saw the Grim Reeper or Angel of death would fear for their soul.



Believe it or not the Angel of death was kind and spoke these very words to him.



“Do not fear me for it is yourself you need to fear.” The angel said while opening his wings. “Now it’s time to take the ride up to you eternal resting place. We cannot find an opening for your soul at this time, but we will keep you resume on file.”



With no choice the angel of death hit button #1 on what was now clear to be an elevator button. Let the ride begin.........



The man in need of salvation pleaded, “do not take me angel please!” But the man had dug his own grave even before he was deceased.

Shaking and speechless the man watched the numbers pass on the elevator. The angel of death looked at him with some compassion and disgust as the elevator picked up speed.



Surpassing floor one, then two then three, the scared man hit an anonymous button.



The elevator stopped at floor #14.



“Why did we stop here?” the man asked while shivering with guilt. “Answer me angel.”



“If you don’t know what this floor means then we might as well proceed.” The angel said while hitting the button for the next floor. " You had chances to change things here on every calendar year since you were created. You failed."



Once again the elevator came to a sudden halt. this time is was floor number # 23. The man seemed to be holding on for dear life as his body shook with the sudden stop.



“Angel, why won’t you talk to me? I am going up to heaven right?” The angel could tell that the man was beginning to freak out.



The angel replied, “This is your floor of sins, breaking hearts and never making amends. How do you plead?”



The man had the most volatile look on his face. “ I never, !!! well I mean I didn’t mean to, okay I did once but…” then the angel interrupted and said,” you broke one of my dearest angels heart. How do you plead?”



CONVICTED YOU FOOL!!!!!!!!!



Without hitting a button this time the elevator began to move and for minutes this time, it didn’t stop.



The man began to weep believing that he was going to have to face the angel of acceptance to get his soul into heaven. Sadly, he was mistaken.



Finally at the 100’Th floor, the elevator came to its final stop.



The man jumped up and yelled, “Salvation and Heaven. Here I am.”



Within a second the angel of death threw a pair of soiled wings at him and told him,” No sire you are not in heaven. Please recount your blessings.”



“You honestly think you made it to heaven?” The angel said in a low voice. “You are hardly there.”



The man looked at the angel in confusion and asked, “What do you mean, please tell me I’m not going down there!! Please angel I know I am a good man.”



The angel showed no compassion as he placed his hands on the man’s head and said.





“If you break the heart of an angel then you will never get into heaven until you find a way to give her wings back to her. You have many floors besides just a few to fix your past and your mistakes. If you figure out you mistakes in a timely manner then you will leave this elevator and meet the angel of forgiveness. She will make the final determination of your eternity.”



With tears in his eyes, the man looked at the angel for the last time. It was now up to him to re-evaluate his time spent on earth and how he treated certain people. Like an amendment, you don’t break the heart of an angel. Thank god mercy is taken upon even the most heartless people. If that wasn’t the case then this elevator would have went straight down to the pits of fire with no permission for amendments.





The angel left him in hopes the man would find his faults and make up for them for the elevator ride that was not a trip to his resting place for it was the many floors of his wrong doings.



Just because an elevator goes up doesn’t mean it’s going the direction a person intended it to be going. Like telling someone you love them for false reasons. “Why not dictate the direction of someone’s soul. After all the intended motives were not out to hurt anyone mortal or where they?



The angel had a purpose and now it was up to the mortal to figure out his own ending and to re-visit the certain floors of his life.



In due time if the man is to cocky to find the faults in his existence then on behalf of the dark angel, the next stop is floor number negative.



May the poor, stupid man rest in his own oven is he cannot figure out his own recipe. Using a poor woman’s heart to substitute a missing element in a personal masterpiece is not only immoral but will take the sinners elevator down to a floor even mankind does not have a recipe for. Once that happens then the temperature is up to the angels as well as the next floor the elevator stops at.

BROKEN ANGELS

I PUT THIS TOGETHER TONIGHT FOR ALL THE BROKEN ANGELS..............

LOVE

KIMBERLY MORROW

Kimberly's latest live video-September 5, 2010

THE TRUTH ABOUT HEAVEN AND EARTH-ANGELS AND LOVE

COPYRIGHT (2010) WRITTEN BY KIMBERLY MORROW

As the angel wiped the black mascara off her eyes into the white tissue, she felt so many things at once. Hate, loss, misfortune and discreet. There she was, unable to fly after she pawned her wings for a price she paid only for a mortal loved one.





Once she loved,sacrificed and longed for, she realized the envy she still envied for those who shared significant passion and truth. Now her faith was all a smeared blackened spot on a white piece of Kleenex. Pain, hurt and disappointment for the sobering upset in her heart, that is all that the spot will account for after the storm. The buy in for the antique memorial, “she cried on a Kleenex” is auctioned at “priceless, but sold for a soul.” Her wings are forever unaccounted for like a pin to a lost soldier.





What are tears anyways? A sign of weakness or a sign of strength, it doesn’t matter because either way each tear drains any angel of who she was, once was or longs to be. For a mortal, it drains them of life and the rent for their bodies. Eventually the lonely one will die.





There is no compromise and no negotiations with love. It’s not that complicated or is it? To many on-seekers, love seems simple. To angels love is spiritually complicated and undefined.





Life and love is a gift and angels truly believe that. Yet how hard can a mortal try and try and move forward? No mortal is born with super-human strength. So is loving someone like suicide or a slow dying disease below the clouds? Truly it all depends. You need love to survive. If there is no sky available then where does an angel dwell? It's a mirror mirage for both to survive.





Whenever something goes unplanned, then they first thing that re-enters a mortals' mind is the other mortal opponent who hurt them the in the first place. That is, to an angels experience : They will give up their wings to prove their love for someone below the heavens. In theatrical version : Love burns like hell to the innocent and existence burns like holy water to a possessed soul. There is no pretty sequel after all the dismantled body parts are disposed of.





That is why angels get lost. They long for something they can’t have. They want so much to be loved and needed yet they wait for eternities to even capture a glimpse of what they long for. Then they are left for dead like the forgotten one below.





Every angel or mortal longs for someone to hold. Everyone longs for love and compassion. A workday on earth consists of existence but heavenly love consists of belonging. Angels consist of retrieving while mortals expect receiving. Endless consumptions and endless revolution.





Some lost spirits will spend every night sober or intoxicated, praying that God will bring them their soul mate, friend or lover. No angel wants to be alone and no mortal prepares for a night of loneliness. Even an eternal heart can break, that is why there is rain. There are to many tears for heaven to hold.





Call it myth if history shall, but in faith’s defense the angel feels that everything is in life is predetermined, like an architects design. Ready to break ground and make a landmark or even destroy buildings that already have a name. A broken heart will end up like a fossil in the land when all it needed was love to survive.





This is where the guardian angels come in. They guide, they lead and they interrupt. At one time or another every lost soul has made ridiculous decisions under superficial economics and historical evaluation.





The lost angel begs for mercy and forgiveness when their loved one is hurting. The guardian provides nourishment for what was lost, preparing the lost angel for their next journey. Setting aside mythological beliefs about the night fairies that haunt your dreams and ruin you advances. It is beyond that state. Angels are all around and even when when someone doesn't want them to be. That whisper in your ear is not something bad, it's a voice you need to listen to.





It is an endless battle for the loving one in life. There will never be a victory. There will only be lost loves, forbidden love, or forgotten loves. Either way every angel of every level will never lose their faith. After all their faith is what gave them their wings.





Angels exist like breath to a human. So sad that is it often difficult to co-exist between the two entities that make all living things worth while. The two worlds are always at war, the heavens and the earth. Love is a hunger that will never serve the appetite even for the hungriest beast that thrives on the pyramid of ancient belief.





Yet, Someday, as an angel would say, "all shall practice to fly even if their soul is with someone lost and even if the war is still being fought. Someday love will be a victory and love will restore all wings. Then everyone will fly away free. Even if no one truly loved, dominance happens because love is always worth fighting for. In the end both worlds win."

When Angels cry