Two Angels
I have two angels sitting here, conversing through my ears.
One seems to think angelic thoughts, and one enjoys his beers.
So I am torn in listening, to muses on each side.
Which way I go when writing seems to be whos last to chide.
I might receive a message which is clearly Heaven-sent,
Or I may respond to thoughts which have a lower bent.
I am no angel in my heart, though I do try my best.
Im just repeating things received to get them off my chest.
And whether they are good or bad seems like the time of day,
My angels work in shifts to tell me if I pray or play.
I may express a thought you know an angel wouldnt touch,
Or I could state a truth that you agree with very much.
Whichever way it comes to me, I let it turn my ear,
But I dont always consider well the worth of what I hear.
I give them equal witness, for my souls a battleground,
For those who will be judging me, my worth is to be found.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . May 9, 2004
I sent another story off as a submission for an anthology, that makes 2 and there are 2 out as submissions to magazines. I have another one going to be sent to an unpaid anthology and I have started collecting my other short stories for an eventual e-book collection. I don’t have enough of them to justify doing that yet, though.
I also noticed the number of unfinished stories I have is... a LOT.