The Other Side

I've got friends on the other side

I saw them walk across the skies, mocking me, stalking the flocking’s of people as if our lives weren’t real

I hear them talking from behind, laughing, crying, invisible under the sun shining, their death’s binding, the fault mine and, the steady whining of those who suffer blindly, never finding the other side and

I feel them, locked away in this heart of mine, chained behind the walls of a memory of flaws, the fault mine then, resulting in a climb of blood rising like my heart beat as I shiver inside seated behind the blinds, the one way window, the line, which side do I reside high on my horse, the death and divorce, the full meal course, whispering in morse, or the sunlight through the window, the light outside the darkness, the world buzzing with laughter, alive or the violent silence that wallows like the gallows a hard world infallible but never malleable in the harshness

I taste them, eating away at yesterday’s pride, nothing but lies killing my mind, they want to take me away, I stay awake, afraid, living in the world they were laid to rest, it’s best to forget I pray for silence, but I have no god, and neither do they, I hear the words of yesterday, but lest the pestilence stay, the world of today and the sun that rises will stay cold in the shadow of before, be it as it may, it is no more, tomorrow has no morals, the past already over

I watch them play in the park, but from the silence I know they’ve disembarked, leaving my life empty like my heart, rotting lost fallen apart, a light that’s faded, shadowed, rattled, fragile, battled defeated in denial, wild in how I’ve been defiled, while the dark world smiles like a dead child

They told me I’ll see you on the other side

Where the corpses walk around on clouds or scream and yell from underground

Where worms turn us into flowers, as we wallow for hours cowering as the earth continues devouring us, devaluing the morrow in our bone under stones with our names but not the ones who failed us jailed us, frail dust, because of the lust of the alive striving to forget our baited breath, nothing left, decrepit, effected shallow like their hearts we made our exit lift the mist on us as they clench their fist of cash as we’ve been burned to ash like rusted metal unsettled by the b******s who cast the dice and took the nice out of our life cut in two, sliced by their words, cut by their knife, pray to the scythe, through death new life

F**k the masters of existence; we’re persist listening, whistling our words, waiting to be heard by the ones who buried the past, the ones who should have passed

I sit pretty living with the dead that still have yet to die, while they fester inside our reality just trying to survive through the cruelties as we eat up their memories alive and emotionlessly start dismembering them in the disassembly of their kind, remembering the offenders stepping on the ground we quarantined to never leave bleeding the world I see damaged, some people will never manage

While we breathe in the bitter dreams, broken seams, battered means, we’ll never be freed, stuck, rightly fucked by the god’s that shook our minds, and left us behind, defy their lies designed to sign away our lives, we’ve sold away our souls, lost all our goals, been pulled from the dirt, while we walk upon the earth a worthless remaining stain trying to wipe away the blood from your blades and the shade on our names

But I think I’ll let you know, where people grow behind the walls of life, we’ll see you on the other side

They asked me won’t you accept the death of what’s left?

Won’t you make a deal with a poor lost soul, a sacrificial offering, a feast on your sorrow, a fester on your world?

Won’t you trust in our lust for lifeblood?

Won’t you become dust because you betrayed us when you buried our souls carried in the cold mud?

You’ll come and see us on the other side right, won’t you?

Because we’re buried there where no one cares, it’s only fair, be prepared we are self-aware of our suffering, alone and forgotten on the other side, waiting for your final sunrise

I heard them tell me, so I told them a lie that I’ll survive dead inside but still alive, writhing in my sorrow, stifling with the world that made me my protagonist, make me a philosopher in madness, like Plato, Pythagoras, enlisted in the pain they insisted in giving me, I am the catalyst, in the shadows mist, now nothing matters just, I’m sorry, not strong enough to resist my reality, to save the ones I miss, please forgive me, your dead but I’m still living, there is nothing I can give you, please forgive me

When the fires died leaving smoke behind drying like a tear inside a laughless joke, I remained, and they know

Seeing through an open soulless eye a diamond in the night sky they spoke, never forgotten awoken but broken I confide in the hopeless feelings I cry, tokens of my alibi kill the deathless, burn the lies, shout and cry, and cling to life, but someday, despite your struggling, we’ll greet you on the other side

I say when the blade of death shaves my flesh under the breezy paintbrush of another world's palet, someday I’ll see them on the other side

Waiting to pay for their bail a crime labeled suicide, a frail goodbye they never said, the words on lips I never read, they never heard, what they deserved, severed thread, breaking bread, metal head, I stand in line waiting for the bells to chime to go to bed waiting for their whisper’s rhyme, the dead survive inside my head, realized

So you can sneer and say I have no friends here, well your right, but someday you’ll meet them, after the holiday you decided to treat them, after the rape the killing you devoured their secrets, eat them, I still believe in them, because I left them right where you people kept them, and I’ll see them on the other side

In Bedlam, depression, oppression a permanent lesson from your people, an apprehension ,a session ,while we’re slowly regressing, silenced in death and,forgotten, rotten, lessened!

But waiting, for the end of creation, there, because my friends still wallow in your hatred, and the world has swallowed what I felt was sacred, I’ll be their f*****g matron, flesh baking as they lie waking in the sun’s duration, patiently waiting, watching from the bleachers as different creatures, not the same as they used to be then, freaks who became this way because of your justice, sequence, weakened, speaking your words, listen, hear the screaming I’ve heard, waiting faded the whispered words say it on the other side, divided by a thin line, connected merged, on the verge of a global paranormal purge

And when it’s time to say goodbye and the last teardrop of blood has dried, I’ll say I’ve gone to meet my friends, and if someday this does arise

I’ll see ya, I’ll see you on the other side, where the darkness encompassing your thumping heart and thinking mind starting blood to boil like dried paint, oil on a canvas, beautiful pure madness, managed havoc satanic savage art, automatic panic for a world so pathetic, that its fall is prophetic as it is romantic

Where there’s nothing left but the words that molest the paper and write the cerebral spit of my mind and the verbal wit illiterate like a suicide note spoken by a man broken without a therapist left behind but never heard, burned to ashes like my people, for their every word, a world inequal, god's masterwork's evil, purged, ruined, fettle

I guess I’ll meet my end on the other side, no man can stand aside when the gates of afterlife swing wide, when they beckon for your crimes, you will face your time, when you lie dying, they’ll offer to suffer as the one reprieve, slide you in where you belong, pride for a people too far gone, so live a life that isn't wrong

I’d rather die for truth than live a lie, I bargain softly with those that I despise, and try to summarize their lives

Acting like it makes me wise, cracking like a sheet of ice, the torments just on the other side, say I’m smiling’s but that’s a disguise, the horror has yet to be realized, life is something truly prized, but you don't know how much it's worth until it's lost, until it's judged, until it's gone, said it's goodbyes, and moved along, only then you can understand the true value of man

I cowardly live, vowing proudly never to bow my head to those men, those enemies again, those memories, the cemetery, is empty where's my friends? 

Waiting silently for my demise, another nice surprise around the bend, I see it far from prying eyes, it tells me loudly, sounding hell’s bells yelling, graffiti on the gates of heaven, frowning down on the world around me, because my friends, they told me, that I’ll see them soon, where the sky dies arising a mass of shadowed bleeding red eyes eaten by the moon inside the summer time of lies, doomed to shine bloodshed all around you fuckheads, entombed in dread, gloom, death, and things you couldn't stomach

They told me what I'll tell you

I’ll see you where I'm currently waiting to greet you 

I'll meet you directly beneath you, in a dozen years or two

Watching spectral, see-through, an omnipresent resident never to leave you, like fire heats the earth, the darkness needs you, consumes, encompasses your hurt, come join us, end our search beneath the dirt 

Either way, don't be afraid, there are different shaded planes for the mixed morsels of humanity

Enjoy your fletting reality, before you come to play, after your last day

I'll see you when your life's through, may your heart be true, and your soul full of virtue

I'll see you on the other side

 

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[wordman]

this is a great story jack,,liked it

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This is another beautiful creation of your's. I believe in "Create your Favorite"....have you ever wondered, which one is your favorite poetry?... I have a lots of reason to love this poem. First, I love poems with Onomatopoeia. Second, I love the line "I’d rather die for truth than live a lie.." I don't know what significance it gives to anyone, but I really mean it.
Good Luck! and Thanks for sharing it.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I used to have favorites, but eventually, I realized with every poem I was getting better. So my poems now are much better than from even just a few months ago. I would say my latest poem is always my favorite, and with the next poem, I hope to overcome the last one. I'm so happy to share poetry with you. Your art, be it visual or words, inspire me to come back to my computer, and continue writing.

[Correspondence]

Ooh! This rhyming sequence is just beautiful. This meaning goes grassroots deep. Please craft more wonderful pieces such as this!! ~Correspondence

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I will for sure! Thank you.