Hating Love, Sinning Prayers

Let the poetry speak for itself. It always has something to say. Questions left unanswered. Murdered words still ransomed.

See me bright as the sun that crowns your clouds

See me dance like a marionette in the sunset’s downy depth

See me ride the elevator to hell

See me climb down the staircase that you fell

See the heaven of my eyes die

Fold the pieces back inside

Into that empty box I shed

And wear the memories in your head

See me beat the devil out of your heart

See me cheat the rebels of their farce

See me weep the treble of a waltz

See me reap the harvest that was false

See me break day as knight falls

See the glory of us crawl

See the ground give way its weight

Carry on your burdened hate

For if all I love is truly dead

Bread and butter suffering’s dread

Is but a word I come to say

When you bury heretics in their graves

The only gift that god has gave

Unravelled gift a box of mine

The spine and soul I left behind

Bloodties cyanide intertwined

For how is your smile oh so wide?

For you walk a pathway of guided starlit night

I guess we never did see eye to eye

Abandoned you so I did write

So yes I had something to say

You crumpled paper thrown away

And the words I put to bed, will never sleep or wake again

No matter time or place, or smothered deep in our embrace

For I mothered my own whims

And fathered nothing but my sin

Reaping seedling singsong hymns, the sound of sorrow on the wind

And while our fate might be so grim

I know that time ends to begin

Author's Note

I promise I read every single review, and I generally will reply to them. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be happy to hear anything you feel needs sharing. Whenever you write on my shortcomings or breakthroughs, or the themes of my poems, or share ideas and friendly criticism, it decides my next poem to an extent. I will listen, learn and be thankful. And 99% of the time, you'll get a reply unless you're trolling me.

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

You a big fan of physics by any chance?

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Not really, I haven't done much physics in years, I have studied some psychology based theories since I'm still in school hoping to get a degree in that field, but nothing in the maths, more in the simpler sciences. It will be a few more years until I have my degree. I'm not good at thinking in physics at all.

[Davidgeo]

There's a youtube channel called "PBS Space Time" I think you might find interesting as well useful for more easily grasping math and physics without it being painfully boring. This poem has some physic's concept's underlying it; well, at least it seems to me to have some physic's concept's underlying it. Whether you did that on purpose or not I'm not sure, but you did none the less. This is good work regardless.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I’ll keep that in mind, glad you enjoyed the poem.

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Well this sounds like a reply from the poetry to my poems "Dear Poetry" and "Beautiful"... More particularly "Dear Poetry". Well even if it's not I'd like to think like that. Poetry just replied my love songs through yours.
I'm just glad you wrote this 😊. As I said I wasn't so passionate but now I'm so much that poetry too takes over my heart. This would be another favorite poem mine from you. I feel so great for this piece.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I'm so happy you could enjoy this poem. I'll try to continue to write as best I can. I'm definitely happy with this piece as well. :)

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

“See me weep the treble of a waltz”- a breathtaking line that I wish I had written R.J. Your images are so fittingly dramatic and apocalyptic. Profound lines so moving and beautifully written. I see the tragic fall from grace of a human being, a writer, perhaps flawed by hubris. Yes, in life we make choices, and sometimes we discard true love to pursue our own dreams. You describe so well here a protagonist who is tormented by such a choice. “ I know that time ends to begin”- Master Class work. Kudos!

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you Annette, this poem like a reminder of what I've neglected. My regrets, and the fact that I stand by the choices in my life I have made.

Although I far prefer poems that are chock full of rhymes and double entendres, I'm sick at the moment, so I figured I'd do something in the classic style of most poetry. This might be one of my best attempts. Thank you for reading and understanding the poem. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

You're very welcome and sorry to hear you're sick R.J. Hope you are much better very soon. Chicken soup works-ha! Yes, this is an excellent write.:))