tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625138782476481808.post6103399419736999824..comments2023-10-26T08:21:40.425+02:00Comments on 1 door away from heaven: when angels cryShadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05999801833389058410noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625138782476481808.post-15567808807972560162009-12-01T07:26:58.586+02:002009-12-01T07:26:58.586+02:00mmmmmm.....fill me upmmmmmm.....fill me upKayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17353317664100788614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625138782476481808.post-65039038859824634172009-11-24T03:59:05.080+02:002009-11-24T03:59:05.080+02:00sometimes the shackles are in the mind, and so, mo...sometimes the shackles are in the mind, and so, most difficult to cut...laughingwolfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08873675614347328116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625138782476481808.post-45961788563615415132009-11-24T00:20:06.463+02:002009-11-24T00:20:06.463+02:00I can't find the right words to describe this ...I can't find the right words to describe this poem other than i deeply feel we do bear captivities mark. To e filled with tears...jasminehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07157241328326098581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625138782476481808.post-19782642896877264592009-11-23T16:43:40.550+02:002009-11-23T16:43:40.550+02:00This is utterly beautiful. Angels do cry, with us,...This is utterly beautiful. Angels do cry, with us, and your explanation is dead on, Shadow! <br /><br />xoCallihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00354988534434872490noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625138782476481808.post-90174326702097893462009-11-23T07:11:56.582+02:002009-11-23T07:11:56.582+02:00xoxoTabitha.Montgomeryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07462651710980805568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625138782476481808.post-47945189571721036912009-11-23T05:52:25.396+02:002009-11-23T05:52:25.396+02:00Angels tears...a sad thought indeed.Angels tears...a sad thought indeed.Sydhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05642843245634635843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625138782476481808.post-91982167380169667072009-11-23T04:54:47.486+02:002009-11-23T04:54:47.486+02:00I think Angel do cry when we cryI think Angel do cry when we cryAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625138782476481808.post-87048544271155746942009-11-23T04:54:08.149+02:002009-11-23T04:54:08.149+02:00Many times in my life I have broken the bonds of t...Many times in my life I have broken the bonds of tradition, rules, etc., only to pay a price, naturally! But the price always in the end seemed worth it, but not at the time of my "transgressions"...<br /><br />We DO yet have what we used to call FREE WILL. I can choose in a heartbeat whether to stay or go, stop or start, walk with the crowd, or walk that "other" path alone. Again there are costs either way. <br /><br />Shadow, you are, well...quite outstanding in many ways, I hope you know that--with humility, of course --grin!steveronihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17498524940140288735noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625138782476481808.post-165010373086256032009-11-23T04:54:04.715+02:002009-11-23T04:54:04.715+02:00cause it's wrong for me to leave comments like...cause it's wrong for me to leave comments like I did. <br /><br />those actions (leaving ugly comments) will not do anything to resolve the inner conflict I feel.<br /><br />cause again I was wrong with my actions I am sorry shadow. Sorry tgo you and all your readers<br /><br />dustydirt clustithttp://mistallyou.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625138782476481808.post-8259177545383069842009-11-23T03:33:42.095+02:002009-11-23T03:33:42.095+02:00Shadow....
Beautiful, sad, powerful. I would ask f...Shadow....<br />Beautiful, sad, powerful. I would ask for a stamp...on my hand...like the ones they give at dance clubs...to come and go , free , and then return<br />LindaLinda S. Sochahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03281672541959206302noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625138782476481808.post-78578275599033453462009-11-23T02:56:34.273+02:002009-11-23T02:56:34.273+02:00So many yearn and starve for their freedoms and ye...So many yearn and starve for their freedoms and yet never get to taste it, some squander what they have, others celebrate it with creativity and expressions. <br /><br />We all come with some sort of a captive stamp, but how skilled are we at allowing ourselves to rub it off and how much. <br /><br />I can relate to this when I was in a childhood of repression. So this one kind of rings with me...Georgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04903004698363242844noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625138782476481808.post-28920818441413873742009-11-23T01:30:29.331+02:002009-11-23T01:30:29.331+02:00I read this and felt sad. Take gentle care. SarahI read this and felt sad. Take gentle care. SarahNikki (Sarah)https://www.blogger.com/profile/13731200601840020130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625138782476481808.post-92142495448868114982009-11-23T01:18:55.578+02:002009-11-23T01:18:55.578+02:00I love this oneI love this oneAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625138782476481808.post-56595997293269113932009-11-23T01:07:07.604+02:002009-11-23T01:07:07.604+02:00Stoppittttttt. 20 words and you said that much? Ge...Stoppittttttt. 20 words and you said that much? Get out of town, woman. To me, your meaning was crystal clear. I think this poem is stellar.Fireblossomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625138782476481808.post-61574270334559336362009-11-22T22:36:45.774+02:002009-11-22T22:36:45.774+02:00This speaks of destiny to me, something we can not...This speaks of destiny to me, something we can not run or hide from. Even the Angels can not save us and quite possibly we drown from there tears. Maybe they in its self is a mercy killing of loveAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625138782476481808.post-40220418503310363502009-11-22T21:47:25.612+02:002009-11-22T21:47:25.612+02:00Beautiful inspired words here, Shadow. Love the ra...Beautiful inspired words here, Shadow. Love the rapid shift of feeling you created! Thanks for visiting me at Oasis! I value your company.Cynthia Pittmannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12656761837022197235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625138782476481808.post-79497105541022599482009-11-22T21:04:15.610+02:002009-11-22T21:04:15.610+02:00You say everything I have been thinking lately. In...You say everything I have been thinking lately. In six lines, more feelings than I dare to admit *sigh*Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625138782476481808.post-23037269562422424572009-11-22T20:36:04.799+02:002009-11-22T20:36:04.799+02:00I've heard a lot about angels today and now yo...I've heard a lot about angels today and now your poem has come along. Amazing coincidences. I believe in angels and I believe they must cry sometimes too. If they didn't, they wouldn't have compassion, which I believe they have in abundance.<br />Blessings, StarStella Joneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06699491230987143490noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625138782476481808.post-35818795807078578942009-11-22T20:11:46.073+02:002009-11-22T20:11:46.073+02:00I read your explanations after I commented. Still ...I read your explanations after I commented. Still I like my intrpretation and the sweet words I've written to my poetess #1Dulçe ♥https://www.blogger.com/profile/14958592985938279356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625138782476481808.post-80936588047332477232009-11-22T19:24:48.129+02:002009-11-22T19:24:48.129+02:00Only angels can cry like that,
be created like tha...Only angels can cry like that,<br />be created like that<br />Only angels can be described like that<br />Only angels can say so much in just 20 words ( I happen to know that's their favourite number...)Dulçe ♥https://www.blogger.com/profile/14958592985938279356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625138782476481808.post-17873508803062001182009-11-22T19:15:14.074+02:002009-11-22T19:15:14.074+02:00gladly, enchantedoak... this poem is about how so...gladly, enchantedoak... this poem is about how society and norms bind us, how we are formed and shaped right from the day we are born, by our parents, rules, regulations. restricting us, preventing us from living our dreams, exceeding our desires, keeping us in a box rather than moving freely outside of it... and our souls end up crying, as do the angels in the heavens, since we're ultimately not not living our dream, we are not free...Shadowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05999801833389058410noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625138782476481808.post-73067521560522948302009-11-22T19:05:53.992+02:002009-11-22T19:05:53.992+02:00Do angels cry? I thought they were eternally happy...Do angels cry? I thought they were eternally happy.lakeviewernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625138782476481808.post-70017535623694629902009-11-22T18:46:26.854+02:002009-11-22T18:46:26.854+02:00Shadow, beautiful, yet sad. I will be thinking of ...Shadow, beautiful, yet sad. I will be thinking of angels all day. take care.Cindy https://www.blogger.com/profile/03552572705763406197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625138782476481808.post-75537667094316271482009-11-22T18:21:37.938+02:002009-11-22T18:21:37.938+02:00the angels tears are for our own suffering...where...the angels tears are for our own suffering...where we see captivity, they see freedom.<br /><br />much loveStacey J. Warnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08059617724860253448noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625138782476481808.post-16114901986073035842009-11-22T18:13:47.214+02:002009-11-22T18:13:47.214+02:00Wow. I don't know what to say. Are angels in b...Wow. I don't know what to say. Are angels in bondage? Are they mourning for us humans? It's an awesome piece, one of those that flies right over my literal head. Someday, will you explain it to me?Enchanted Oakhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14815997287116818456noreply@blogger.com