My WayA Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)A mish-mash of poetry scraps. Enjoy.The sheep they bleat and eat the meat like pigs to slaughter Beneath these martyrs curdled bloody deceit I wonder why I bother Ambition my ammunition my mission among the omniscient, my proclamations my operation, an invitation for observation There is no black and white in my world Only grey Grey for all my days There is no self-pity, only hatred My doctor has an erection for institutions, correctional facility’s, hospitalization, psychiatry that licensed me, a professional epidemic of power over the patient, unequally created, I need to have a confessional, a stagnated amalgamation, let the grey fated world unfurl murderous war from its imminent indigo shores covered with cold sores on the minds left behind to fade into the waves of annihilation wade in cremation, bathe in castration, eviscerated, enumerated in palpitations, educated, infatuated with your irradiated eradication Occupational lacerations sinking in the rain invasion, drown your drinking, dead but still thinking Skyscrapers stretching into destiny, thin as blank white paper, empty as unwritten pages a reclamation of words, conversations never to be heard Injustice is justified Prideful is homicide Trust in your alibis Dusted in paradise Just like a parasite I can taste my lungs the unsung words A crippled winged bird abandoned on the earth This bird can either give up completely, or fly fleetingly You can either grovel at the other critters feet, or you can walk with them Life’s a set of stairs, there are those of us who fall With His sentiment, resolve, renovate, reclaim these lonely halls If someone tries everyone can be anything, youth is fruitful refuse of uselessness, ruthless is the future, do not lose your purpose, no one is worthless You will feel my might, your passivity, pitifully I do not breathe animosity Crawling shadows bathe the battleground Garnered the truth, modernized youth The OCD gives me fertility in versatility through my bullet-riddled humility Sacrament at best is a lack of effort that I test Life is upside down hell is the stairway to heaven Leave scars on my closed up eyes realized Sow together my burning letters like literature leather and sentences my memories to a lifetime of poems like paragraphs, ink tattooed on the computer screen, copy what’s been deleted, my fingers hold all my secrets, my tongue is undefeated, the regard with my spit splattered meanings, my reason cadavers of resilience, prose is God’s brilliance inaugurated the billions vermillion Evangelion It can be simple, it can be complicated, either way, I vomit paper pages Paragraph poems of rage potent osmosis comatose eternal virtual in surgical murder I am purged of my future My past has been neutered Songs of flutes, persecution I will move through the ruins Of my bested retribution Resolute illusions, are the only proof of my evolution It’s a fight I’m losing It’s my right, to lose It’s my choosing, my way Brooding braiding in the haven of war-waging ravens raging maven desperation radiated Prove a different solution, flocking apocalypse Navigating hatred, soothing murderous Impervished in the silent subservient My way is murmuring, disturbed in the curving curb of pavement blazing saying mayhem I travel my own trails, like the fables wail, and hail salem, unfailing © 2019 R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Author's Note
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AuthorR.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Burlington, Halton, CanadaAboutMost of my poems can be differing lengths depending on the time you want to spend reading them. You can avoid reading anything brackets, or read it all. If you want an in-between, you can read only th.. more..Writing |