1. Painted Glass
Ceili framed in painted glass
Changes color with the shadows that pass
Faces smile down at the lass
There she sits in the back of the room
Drying her eyes, inhaling the gloom
Reflecting on uncertain doom
Is this it, are we the last
When we are gone, will the good times have passed
Did we take things much too fast
She picks up a rock, and shatters the glass
2. 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?
3. Two Loves
You said to me
The you would see
Greatness, one day
You wanted me to breath your air
Come with you to your despair
Rise with you from the ashes, we strayed
But what was the plan?
To save the souls of man?
The ashes had settled,
And you weren't a man.
Is this what we need?
Is't just to bleed?
Are there no lambs to feed?
...
His spirit walks with me,
On through the night
Why can't I get you to see?
I ran the race
I failed out of gate
Beautiful way to be saved
Unwashed sin, did enter in
But blood more pure than water
Slew the unforgiv'n
..
And in my selfishness, my love,
I wanted only your shadow
Paid no mind to your Form
And I will wait for you, my love;
When you have finally had enough
You'll find me in your shadow
Always to you servant, my love,
I ask no more glory
Than indenture to you
.
If the old ways to preserve,
Must we not preserve each other?
In Shadow I am King;
In Form I am dirt;
So thank Heaven for you
And You, to wash away my tears
And wash away my sins...
Ceili framed in painted glass
Changes color with the shadows that pass
Faces smile down at the lass
There she sits in the back of the room
Drying her eyes, inhaling the gloom
Reflecting on uncertain doom
Is this it, are we the last
When we are gone, will the good times have passed
Did we take things much too fast
She picks up a rock, and shatters the glass
2. 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?
3. Two Loves
You said to me
The you would see
Greatness, one day
You wanted me to breath your air
Come with you to your despair
Rise with you from the ashes, we strayed
But what was the plan?
To save the souls of man?
The ashes had settled,
And you weren't a man.
Is this what we need?
Is't just to bleed?
Are there no lambs to feed?
...
His spirit walks with me,
On through the night
Why can't I get you to see?
I ran the race
I failed out of gate
Beautiful way to be saved
Unwashed sin, did enter in
But blood more pure than water
Slew the unforgiv'n
..
And in my selfishness, my love,
I wanted only your shadow
Paid no mind to your Form
And I will wait for you, my love;
When you have finally had enough
You'll find me in your shadow
Always to you servant, my love,
I ask no more glory
Than indenture to you
.
If the old ways to preserve,
Must we not preserve each other?
In Shadow I am King;
In Form I am dirt;
So thank Heaven for you
And You, to wash away my tears
And wash away my sins...
Author notes
The "a ruin"s in Part 2 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.
Part 3 May be replaced by something better, as it's my least favorite part.
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Comments
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Two things strike me about this piece: first that I like it lot, and second, the first part could benefit from more punctuation (at the ends of lines).
One of your suggestions is to relate the emotional response the poem evoked in me. This poem is written from such a strongly first-person (sans part one) viewpoint that the emotions I felt were mainly sympathy (remember that "sympathy" by itself means nothing specific, but rather a harmony or equalization of feeling). -
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Well, thanks. Yeah, the first part used to have a lot of punctuation. Which I decided was too much. So I stripped most of it out. Oh well.
Actually, those aren't my suggestions, they're automated, but they're good anyway.
And sympathy, in that sense... Well, "cool" is all I can think to say.
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wow this was original I've never seen a poem written in this was and you did a great job with it. it was so powerful and I can relate so much...great job!
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Nice trifecta!
Each piece has a definitive flow and essence about it, nothing mundane. Very emotive and revealing. Interesting to see how three separate pieces can mingle into each other and be so introspective. Great work! 

~Lori
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Thank you.
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nicely done!!
I had to go back and read this a couple of times..I must say that this is one nicely done piece of ART!!! three applauds for a job well done!!

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