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Renewal

Sometimes you have to go through blasphemy,
  To see what’s on the other side
Sometimes you go through infamy,
  To regain the grace of life-denied
Sometimes you cry with fearful heart,
  And want to know the reason—WHY?

You mask your sin in cynicism
  You see things through your painful prism
When will you escape from prison?
  Why’s my dad so bloody wizn’d?

Who will read my lines but you?
  Who can know my thoughts save you?

Was I not in school today?
  Why was I allowed to pray?
What is up with yesterday?
  Has my mind become your prey?

You drink the Cup of Stolen Thrills
  You drink it to your judgment
Do you think that popping pills
  Will help you find a husband?

If I never finished speaking
  Would you keep your holy reading?

You tear down towers,
Sing new songs, the old ways
In derision. Trample flowers,
  In your youth, there is no forgiveness

What does young man do to smooth
  His young lady’s need to move?

A ruin, my love, I’ll ne’er leave you
  Nor will I forbid you
Entering my hall above, you
  Two-bit lord of nothing

The old ways sleep not,
  Nor are they dead,
They wait, A ruin, on your
  Lighting of the candles

And what’s a young old man to do
  Save fight on for the world and you?

Author notes

I think there's more to this poem, lurking Somewhere in my mind.

This follows on to my earlier piece, "Painted Glass."

The "a ruin"s should be italicsized, as it's supposed to be the Gaelic for "my love." I seem to be too technically challenged to figure out how to italicsize them.

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  • x-Black-Butterfly-x gold member
    March 19, 2007

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    "You drink the Cup of Stolen Thrills
    You drink it to your judgment
    Do you think that popping pills
    Will help you find a husband?"

    I loved this stanxa it really expressed alot and surely stood out for me. the poem had a lovely flow to it and it made me think which always makes a gd poem. well dne and thnx


  • infernalxfidelity
    March 17, 2007

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    love it!

    "You drink the Cup of Stolen Thrills
    You drink it to your judgment
    Do you think that popping pills
    Will help you find a husband?"
    i loved this stanza. i loved the whole poem, actully. it flowed nicely and the rhyming was well done. excellent write!!!!


  • Talking Toni gold member
    March 17, 2007

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    I Like It!!!!!!!!

    I really like the idea of how you have used you creativity here to show how you get through the pains of life to get to the other side. It is kind of a lesson in life in that you speak from a young man's view and go into a young old man's view. At least that is what I am walking away with. But I like it and the whole idea of it. Hope I am somewhat on target with your meaning!!! Thanks for sharing!!!~Toni~~


  • Xx Alice xX
    March 17, 2007
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    Very well written. I'm sure this will hit home for many of your readers.

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