Angelica Wandering Angel

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Angelica Wandering Angel

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MUSE AND INSPIRATION , GOTH BELLY DANCER ,GOTH AUTHOR AND POET ,LYRICIST, VOCALS, SPOKEN WORDS , Member of Musicians & fine Artists for Peace..! Multidimensional Artist ...i believe in a better World ,Mystic, Believe in Angels as well as Angels on Earth, WRITER .. Screaming And Hoping For Peace ..)

From beneath me arises the energy of the Earth, my home and my foundation. From above me pours down the light of the Sun and the enchanting Moon. To my right hand flows the strength to control and direct, the power of magic. To my left hand comes the skill to divine and to heal, the source of blessing ...... .. ......

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Muse and inspiration , Goth author and poet ,Lyricist , vocals , spoken words ,, Member of Musicians & fine Artists for Peace..! Multidimensional Artist ...i believe in a better World ,Mystic, Believe in Angels as well as Angels on Earth, WRITER .. Screaming And Hoping For Peace ..) From beneath me arises the energy of the Earth, my home and my foundation. From above me pours down the light of the Sun and the enchanting Moon. To my right hand flows the strength to control and direct, the power of magic. To my left hand comes the skill to divine and to heal, the source of blessing......... I want to welcome each and everyone of you and let you know this very first minute that i Take you as you are , no matter where you come from , your religion or non religious , My Religion is GOODNESS, so I'm sure we ll get along ;)I respect everyone here , famous as well as non famous people.. to me we are all the same and i respect you all ..I want to thank you for your support and kindness *

.................................................................................................................................................................... If you choose to enter my world feel the mystery side I have and the dark side of me reveal to me your soul and I will reveal to you my inner soul,my hopes,my dreams and fantasies allow your mind to dance with me as you savor every words of mine ... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... You can " touch " someone with a compliment, It makes them feel good in their soul, You can say " hello" to a passer by Being nice to people should be your goal, You can " touch " someone with a friendly smile Acknowledging something nice you saw them do, A kind deed, a helpful hand are wonderful things Which you can do for your family and friends too, You can " touch" someone with sincere love With your words, your actions, and your good deeds, The world would be a better place if we all did these things, Kindness, compassion, patience, and friendliness we all need..Spread Love ..Always* Remember that Nothing is Impossible *

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When the child was a child , she dreamt that she was an Angel .She was color-blind, her eyes would journey through out the world from the infinite snow to the deepest of lands . According to her , she knew the married life, women and men , love and sex, spiritually and phisically,And she knew that, once unified, all these things were alike , but that only one Angel had the ability to still distinguish one from the others. When the Angel was an Angel , she would feed off timeless sentiments and passions that defied gravity To escape from the world, she knew the story of man and his fears . She would record it all in her memory , the death od a swan , the first look of a man in love , the smile of the florist , the poem that accompany a bouquet of blue Roses, hidden pains ,the choking cries at the funeral of a poet , the peaceful slumber of the nymphs, the violence of a rape in a dark alley , the savage beauty of a star in the sky dying . When the Angel was an Angel , she could fly over souls and feed of of others feelings , without ever running out of feelings herself . When the Angel was an Angel , her memories were hopes , her kisses were gifts, presents she would share with lovers as a preview of heaven ...For she knew the road to the essential , and would not leave aside a single detail , when the child was a child , she always dreamt of being a woman , but that always dreamt that she was an Angel ...What can she dream of now ... Maybe of s few lines ...Written by another hand ...Or becoming a child again ..That dreamnt of being an Angel ...A never Ending Story ..

writer..s Thought So many ideas are thought So hard to free them sometime Can i run out of things to write ? Words of emotions , healing , pain and pleasure A small amount of them can say so much If only i could write the sea And write the rain, yes , How rainbows heal the pain I can tell about the skys The flowers and the night So much to say about the night So many ideas are inspired by darkness Whenever my writer's block covers up my sight I just sit in the dark and about that I write I can write about the eyes,i love them So much to see ... Sometimes i cant find the words i need I just don't know how to say About Things touching my soul One deep inner connection... The mind has no control I feel this urge to write I know that feeling well It helps to understand life's ups and downs Do i Have a story to tell ? Probably *

When I stand up for myself and my beliefs, they call me a witch. When I stand up for those I love, they call me a witch. When I speak my mind, think my own thoughts, or do things my own way,they call me a witch. Being a witch entails raising my children to be strong people Who have a solid sense of personal and social responsibility, Who are not afraid to stand up for what they believe in And, who love and respect themselves for the beautiful beings they are. Being a witch means that I am free to be the wonderful creature I am, With all my own intricacies, contradictions, quirks and beauty. Being a witch means I won't compromise what's in my heart. It means I live my life MY way. It means I won't allow anyone to step on me. When I refuse to tolerate injustice and speak up against it,I am defined as a witch. The same thing happens when I take time for myself instead of being everyone else's maid or when I act a little selfish. I am proud to be a witch! It means I have the courage and strength to allow myself to be who I truly am and won't become anyone else idea of what they think I "should" be. I am outspoken, opinionated and determined. By Goddess, I want what I want and there is nothing wrong with that! So, try to stomp on me, try to douse my inner flame,try to squash every ounce of beauty I hold within me. You won't succeed.And if that makes me a witch, so be it. I embrace the title and am proud to bear it. I love this, I can call myself a witch now and not feel bad about it!

An artists fate with many wonders will trace the rapture of the seen and unseen. A vision upon the slate is captured as if it were reflections of an eagles grace. Wonders that an artist must face is of hope to this unwritten place. Harmony is forever held as a charm in words or images in the canvas space with the rebirthing of time a swan will in-turn reflect the eagles grace.

..Schizophrenic Symphony: a Rhapsody of Fools..

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Half Past Life To forever... 20 til for never quarter after someday ...... never seeing one day what the cost of yesterday ever louder so it seems ticks this clock of broken dreams It always seemed to be too fast the minutes seemed to never last the hours oh they flew so fast ever faster so it seems ticks this clock of broken dreams you thought it really running fine this clock it seems you never wind maybe just .... one of a kind ever ticking so it seems ticks this clock of broken dreams Then it seems one day you find you may be running out of time so this clock you must rewind ever quicker so it seems ticks this clock of broken dreams But the key cannot be found you're ever mindful of the sound never again to be rewound ever quieter so it seems ticks this clock of broken dreams Some will never see the truth the key it seems was lost with youth ever silent so it seems ticks this clock of long lost dreams

I am the freedom, which runs, which makes all the beauty of the day, freedom color of hope ,Chains must be broken, walls destroyed to free people I am the freedom which delivers my brothers, allows them to live and to be Free, Allows THEM ... to live on their grounds without fear, I am freedom that so many people hope..s for, help me to survive... Because Freedom is My Name ,And I dont Wanna Die ..

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