the tip of life

The reflection of port in the sunset Eucharist re born

the words of strength rang out
the words of heart  rang in
he thrust deep the dagger
greed,steel and flesh,these are true
listen, the words of heart rang in
the soul was fed,the day is new

he thrust deep the dagger again
the soul was fed the day is new
in a quiet mans breath
listen, the words of heart rang in
he dropped his head
he raised his eyes

he wiped the blade, the soul was fed
sinking low on one knee
listen the words of heart rang in
he dropped  his head
he raised his eyes    
his soul was fed ,he ate his flesh
drank his blood

tall he stood
gathering purpose to his stride
the point of life on his dagger
his hearts soul rang in
freedom is
captivity for all.

Author's Note

Life is pungent

Reviews

[Cool Handless Luke]

A dry wafer as a slice of flesh and a shot of welches finest saviour blood...sacrifices and prices paid for a man whose knees fail 2 bend since his wife was divinely ignored and a 7 pews of "christians" who church makes them so whereas their garage makes them cars...freedom? An ideal worthy of stones to set in each thorny crown...throe 'em under the bus...."gilt" was golden until I added "u". Much to ponder lee....this is constructive and your skill is the tip and I wonder how deep you shall plunge it?

[Ruth]

Ah, yes...where we ever free, or are we? Indeed hon...the biggest illusion of all to shed isn't it? Awesome xx

[Inspiring Writer]

I've got at some places great Rhyme you created in making this piece. I enjoyed reading this piece. Well written. All stanzas're good and filled with some depth of the words of RING-RANG-RUNG about life. Keep writing.

[waif]

I like that your poems raise multiple questions - or that I might walk away thinking more than when I arrived. This makes me think of the idea of dying to self, which some would say we must do everyday if we were to live as Christ intended. In that way i think the repetition is particularly apt, if I want to read it that way. It is a sort of violence, isn't it- attempting to smother your own nature and so also, I like the way the violence intertwines with a sense of relief or redemption- maybe like the idea of grace.

Of course, with your poems, there's always multiple ways I can read them. I like that- and think tomorrow I'd probably walk away with some other formula. Like a day, who knows what it brings.

[lee von cleef]

Self the battle should not be but in a Devils world of free choice, The narrow path takes ninja grip.

[Tina Kline]

Very well written. This is powerful with its outstanding imagery and message if anyone can hear it. Maybe we all hear it a little differently. Well done!

[Gheeneil]

Salvation. It's the first thing that came in mind. Dagger thrusting was a form of sacrifice for those whose souls were wrapped with greed. Also, I liked the repetition-- the emphasis on the message this piece was trying to convey.

[lee von cleef]

Redemption ,Salvation, leaving church reverence,Our bodies bound by Religious D N A , Now there is a idea I had not ,until Gheeneil spoke up, thank you.

[Gheeneil]

Thanks for sharing such a delightful read! :)

[Eve]

The sacrificial lamb, this makes me think government, we think we are free, but we are all grain fed prisoners in holding stalls, waiting for the slaughter, still in the interim we feel the sun on our faces.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Holy Communion, born of the blade and tames Death’s door, most powerful.

[Stanley Wilson]

loved the flow of the poem great content enjoyed it

[Poetic Justice]

there is a beautiful metaphor captured here..with the religious feel to the dawn of a new day..clever placement of key phrases carry this perfectly..nicely done