Paul is an Engineer. A graduate from a Catholic University. A rebel and a romantic...
The Harlots are howling like rusty bells
Inviting me to drink inside the Cell
They say, “Come here, you can drink some wine”
“If you don’t like wine, Burgundy is just as fine”.
Inside the Cell, the blue lights are on
The whores led me to a filthy throne
I sat there like an Emperor with new clothes on.
Around the throne they paraded their nakedness
Sacredness replaced with shamelessness.
An anthology of intimate escapades cannot cover up
The heartbreak and worries filling this cup
Every sip gave my cheeks red hue
But deep inside my heart is blue.
Through the bars of the window, I looked up to the night sky
There were no stars only cold blue lights!!!!
The Ghost of red Mars urging me to take that flight
To heaven…to ask God the answer to my whys.
Intoxication did not let me lift my feet off the ground….
In this blue lit cell I am drowned….
Tonight I will not see the face of God
Instead, I will feel pain from His heavenly iron rod…
© 2018 Paul Balagtas