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The Valley of The Fallen Angels

The Valley of The Fallen Angels

written by: Luiz Syphre



I’m waiting for the crescent to glow
the sun flowing to our moon below
my tranquility when darkness falls
for luna razored will save us all
the edge of bliss where it’s bearable

there in the still, I will lay at will
wait to have my destiny fulfilled
then be instilled with no god’s goodwill
burn for those I ruined using pills
alive, three forevers I’ll be grilled

in the valley of the fallen angels
and with flames to my neck have my red spilled

when the moon and dark night ascends to the skies
I shall descend as a demon with no disguise

Luiz Syphre

Luiz Syphre

I immigrated to the states from Mexico at age 12 and I quickly fell in love with poetry after my grandfather read some of his poems to me. However, at 18, I had a young family and that left very little time for this endevour as I started working to support us. I returned to adult school to finish my diploma. At that time I developed a severe depression that I still struggle with to this day, but I found it to be a great source of inspiration as well. Today I live in Los Angeles and I'm divorced. I have two children I see whenever possible and two adult kids. Both my Grandfather and his brother are award winning poets and journalists, with one, (Bartolome Delgado DeLeon) having a street, library and a prestigious national poet award in his honor.

Most of my pieces come from personal experience and true to me. Sometimes my material is raw, other times murdeous, and yet other times romantic, but always me, 100% authentic guaranteed.
Luiz Syphre

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