Lost religion...

an old scar revisited, please stop spewing religion to me, I have my own beliefs...Amen

You kiss the gray, 

   without doubting fluidity 

in validity's lividity 

true colors discourage faith 

   flying without wings,

          in sing- song's 

       ambushed blindness

sad melody of flippant travesty 

   swallowed the pill of crazy  

    taught to be elusively blithe 

played in rote from beginning's rhyme

     vinyl scratches misses and hits 

empty tanks given notes of faction's repose 

      believe the temporary sleeping giants 

not to be awakened within osculation 

    torn from the loins of lion's dens 

   sweet mysteries of yesteryear, 

     bitterly twisted lusting embers,  

never snuffed out in a place of retention 

    lives within the confines of distance skies 

broken trusts swallowed and dispersed 

    my eyes roll back in my head for sight, 

fleeting recognition of stories unfolded

                           once upon a time 

     dream a dream if slumber should awake thee,

taken out of the equation of perception 

   no words that make sense but pierce the soul 

      lost my religion with the plot  

pricked by the thorny rose a thousand wishes deep

Author's Note

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

sad melody of flippant travesty
swallowed the pill of crazy
taught to be elusively blithe
played in rote from beginning's rhyme

UFF DA! Ok I'll bite. (but not hard) first this is a powerful write and I think those lines speak loudest to me. I am a Christian. I have a relationship with God. (its dysfunctional - we're working on that) and that's the key. When you take it by rote, when you swallow the pill and you never ever look God square in the eye and make it personal - when you dole out judgement for your laundry list of sin's based on someone else's hierarchy of almostbutnotquitegoodenough all you're going to get is scorn from those you're trying to help. If God can reach a human in the darkest place - who the hell are you to wait until that person is sanitized for your convenience. Only God can change a heart - and the heart has to be agreeable to the change. Period. I get this poem Miss Frieda. If it offends someone - that someone needs to do a heart check, you know? Bravo!

[Frieda P]

You covered what I left out, I don't impose my beliefs on anyone else, I expect the same courtesy, don't know why 'they' think it gives them carte blanche to judge, isn't that un-Jesus like? Thanks for your thoughts Tam....and my sentiments exactly!

[Bill O. Writes]

Religion is a powerful tool in both society and writing. You have captured perfectly what it can do to people. I really feel your emotion in this one.

[Frieda P]

I think religion and politics make people insane, and follow blindly to a single beat, to each his own, but don't step on my beliefs either, thanks so much Bill, like the new pen name by the way...

[Bill O. Writes]

Haha, thanks! I think I'll stick with this one for a while. I'm so fickle when it comes to usernames.

Keep up the good work here though, I like what I see!