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 Ryan Paul S Balagtas
Ryan Paul S Balagtas (author) from Philippines on October 29, 2018:
Thanks for the comment Leslie. The poem is semi autobiographical. Years ago I was juggling my life as Mr. Life of the party and as a Christian. I was choosing the world more often than the Word. Then, the world abandoned me. Just like that my "fun" life...the illusion is gone...Then I felt the iron rod from the Heavens...tough love....But I believe that is what I...we need...a wake up call from God...
This and other poems I have uploaded here has a central theme...about a lost sheep wanting to be found and how being a Christian means being victorious everyday by surrendering to God everyday....The journey from Genesis...to Babylon...to Revelation...to Paradise... :)
Leslie Robertson from Tennessee on October 29, 2018:
Paul very interesting poem, I can dig it. I see how we can try to feel our feelings of despair and desperation with stuff; sex, booze, drug what ever that will silence the internal fight within our own minds..
Ryan Paul S Balagtas (author) from Philippines on October 27, 2018:
Yes John. It is really a poem that does not offer much hope. It was written at a low point in my life his year.... At that time, I needed hope. But ultimately gave up and just decided to sin anyways....But I was found later on... The lack of hope in this poem is offered in another one....
John Hansen from Queensland Australia on October 27, 2018:
An interesting poem, Paul, though it doesn't offer a lot of hope. Stark.