Drink steadily and swiftly the wine of a bonding,
Which flows so eagerly from the fountain of ill will,
What true purpose for this day?
What will tomorrow bring?
What was once for love is now for drunken lust,
Its just another pain,
Its not out of love, but a lonely; lustful soul,
The food is exquisite and we can masquerade,
For just a day we celebrate with the warped ceremony,
What was once for love, is now for hate,
Why do we love to torture our own kin?
I look not at myself, but into the souls of the wedded,
Those that would say "I do" one moment,
Then tomorrow stand at the podium of separation,
That which lies within the court, in the hands of an earthly judge.
What was once for love is now for status,
But more status lies with the divorced and unclean,
Then with those who stay together and pure.
And as I look at the blank faces of the uselessly warped,
I realize my message is as useless as the wedding was.
ahhh, after Oh, The Morn Has Not Yet Here, popped into my head, the words of this started forming, and this is just an observation, don't get offended...
wow...i was just skimming your gallery (and may i just say, i'm quite impresed with what i've read, bravo!) but this. I applaud you. You are still young (even though you may be sick of hearing about how young you are) but it amazes me that there can be so much cynicism in one so young. your poem are often so different and reflect the moods of the world. I have known the pain and the joys of love, and the bitterness that it may result in. the emptiness is there too, but the way you capture it is amazing. I can offer you nothing more than my praise and continued devotion to your writing...keep it up!!
Well thank you for the praise on this poem and my gallery. I always enjoy it when people get something out of my poetry.
Nice, you must have spent a lot of work on this. It feels really professional and classical...
Well, i try. I wish I was professional, then maybe I'd make some money off my hobbies.
i admire any form of hopefull cynicism like that of Thomas Hardy
Okay, seriously, you must be some form of reincarnation of the Buddha. How can you possibly be thinking these things when your so young? I never thought I would idolise someone so much younger than me, but...wow...I idolise you for you ability. When they develop further the world is yours. Your way of thinking amazes me, because it's like mine now, and I thought mine was developed. You are fantastic. Keep it up, and keep on changing!
I'm one of those "status". And all you say there is absolutely true.