The fire flows
hot on the tails
spilling over those "no's!"
of the path my blood trails
Purging the dire lows
and black briar cells
And flat tire blows
and infected wells
yet no body knows,
About all this hell!?
Those prison platelets
Pumped through the ages
of hard, stale phases
where seven stems
from seven places
grew from seven roots
into seven faces
for seven years
of sick empty spaces
O yes!
He turned the candle to face them then,
and they screamed out of me like...
DIEING SWINE!
spinning again
TORTURED BY LIGHT!
dimming the sin
He savored and kept them
NO not them!
The precious parts that swam close by,
in the same river bed that night
that traced the gardens of "what?", "when?", and "why?",
Those white cells that climb
aiding the caging for such as this time
of ribs, and ruins, and ridiculed roses
Cultivating
Begging for something like moses
So,
Where the bush burns,
So my heart churns,
covered in Christ,
For whom so I yearn.
O hear of my Cries!
When's it my turn
to finally fly
My Jesus so Stearn?!
as Severe as He is
I'll still wait my turn
For one moment in HIM
To soar after the burn.
Please tell me what you think
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Outstanding
This is a very original poem that looks at mankind in a fresh way. I liked the "7's" stanza which is very abstract and worked well in the poem. This is a poem that digs deep explores hell and finds redemption - not easy to do in one poem but I think you have achieved this very well.
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well, the poem itself is actually about being purged of deep rooted demonic influences and wounds by the fire of God. IT's about the seperation of the wheat and the tares within the soul of man. Jesus speaks of such a process in a parable in the bible. Wheat and tare grow in the same place and look the same, but one is worthless and one produces. And you have to wait to see which is which sort of like when one waits for GOd to sift through and seperate the two within oneself, destroying the fruitless tares and cultivating the good wheat in order for the person to spiritually grow. It's a painful process but always worth it in the end. IT's basically about exactly what the title says. But anyways, that may or may not confuse you even more but may it be made known to you in some way
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um this was a really interesting read, I found it a little confusing...but I like that, means I can make more of my own meaning and make it something speacial to me, that only I know. And indeed writing writes that are a little confusing has the same payments. I enjoyed the words you chose for this piece and also the alliteration. I'm left with a feeling of a an unused river bed, tainted by god know's what. Well said!
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