The Old Ways -------------------------------------------
Turn a blind eye to the stars and the sky
Brushing shadows with sinners and saviours
Digging Jesus from his grave
And between crumpled smokes
He preached of the old ways
Walking through the cities
Where his children of war
Beat their chests
With bloodshot eyes
Howling at the sun
I really liked this poem. What I loved the most (and I noticed that in not just in this poem but in some other your pieces) is the fact that you don’t take words for granted, you don’t waste them. In this case, for such a short poem you managed to create powerful images and emotions. I like the detail “howling at the sun”, ‘cause in “howling at the moon” is something ordinary, but to howl at the sun is almost sacrilegious, so it fits in the context perfectly. Just one thing really confused me, why putting it in to the “friendship” category. I don’t know, it seems strange, or maybe I’m missing the point. Well, maybe I am missing the point but I still like it and I think it is very powerful piece, so this is a favorite.
Whoa this one was cool too. You used the same uncanny rhyme scheme that wasn't quite rhyme but used words that sounded similar just at the right time. The theme of this poem and the way you constructed it was brilliant. Really unerving and scolding the old ways by using things that people take personally like religion and war. I like the last line, instead of the moon, you used the sun, and took a shot at how the old ways make no sense. In a way, I think you were trying to some degree to not make sense in this poem. I enjoyed it.