Tag: Spoken Word

  • Fallen Angel

    Fallen Angel

    Originally published in unMuted Ink (Inner Child Press, 2012), page 138. This piece is revisited here in audio form.

    From the page to the mic — a dark, defiant spoken-word journey through broken wings, survival, and refusing to surrender your voice.

    Audio collaboration: FinalE for Poem Star Studios

    Fallen Angel — Alternate Melodic Version

    Fallen Angel — Original Written Composition

    I roam these streets
    with broken wings,
    a matchbook,
    and no cigarettes
    just hell’s heat
    and God’s silence
    ringing in my ribs.
    My mind need an escort
    I’m distorted,
    half-aborted,
    never whole,
    surrounded by spirits
    but my sins?
    Mine alone.
    Trust is overrated.
    They never understood my ways.
    I’m the liaison to nothing good
    and nothing waiting for me home.
    Landing cut my feet open.
    I pace graveyard soil
    until the stench of worms
    becomes familiar
    and then I see it:
    my own tombstone.
    My name etched
    like heaven mailed back
    my existence
    marked “return to sender.”
    But this ain’t my ending.
    Evicted from heaven,
    avoiding hell,
    purgatory stinking up my path
    I grab my emergency kit,
    break the glass
    before I read the warning label,
    and breathe backwards
    because my wings
    ain’t ever healing.
    I pull a feather,
    stab my thigh,
    and write my final apology:
    “I didn’t fail You
    more than I failed myself.
    Blind? Never.
    Broken? Maybe.
    But silenced?
    Not today.”
    I lost heaven
    but kept my voice.
    Often wrong,
    never uncertain.
    Rid me of my body
    if You must
    but the LAST of me?
    Highly unlikely.
    I shout loud enough
    to raise the dead.
    Fight till I got no arms
    and no throat.
    Bleed forever
    kerosene soul,
    tarred wings,
    and anybody want it?
    Come get it.
    Not helpless
    hopeless.
    But mission-bound
    all the same.
    Vampires don’t re-bite
    the already infected
    so to hell with it.
    I dig up your bones,
    make a cane,
    and limp down the road
    with seconds that feel like years…
    I am a fallen angel
    still walking
    this Trail of Tears.

    ~~ IBJB 🎙️

    Composition & Audio Credits

    Original written composition and concept: IBJB — Jamie Bond

    Original publication: unMuted Ink, Inner Child Press, 2012, page 138.

    Audio versions:

    • Fallen Angel — 2:04
    • Fallen Angel — Alternate Melodic Version — 2:34

    Audio production and alternate treatment: FinalE, Poem Star Studios.

    Both recordings belong to the same original composition family. The alternate version represents a different musical and vocal treatment, not a separate original written composition.

    The written poem presented above documents the original words supplied for the audio interpretations.