Sick Gibberish

This poem isn't a good one. It's just a stepping stone for what became my newer style. Figured I'd share it, as I meant to share it a while back. This gibberish taught me how to write better.

Healing Kameleon

Kamikaze monopoly

No matter how big a fish becomes, it is still a fish

Callous valorousness is still a coward’s bliss

Chivalry is privilegeless, in the middle of resilience, death

Confrconformitymity with comprehension, a proclamation of a docile nation

Objectified oblivion is the people of the world we’re living in

Devil's advocate, dibble treble immaculate

Match lit imaginative aspirations contemplate, condemnation

Combined with the far cry of a gun carrying erudite, and the might of classified apartheid, colossus coddled, remodelled, restarted, sanctified is a warriors pride

Stay frosty holding a lozenge hostage

Futile resistance, animalistic

Revitalized revised revivified, like the moon’s tide under the sunlight waterbodies bright, born for the ball bearing of life, staring inside the tidal waves, a tsunami-like an army is upon us, armoured samurai live and die on the bright side of tears blaring ever various goodbyes, philosophized formaldehyde, surrounds the site, dead and popularized, coffin-like scythe

Cancerous manta-rays, answer our escapades

Brain surgery, splurge on the murdering

Calories, flowery vitality

Gluteus sealing sentient sealing celestial wielding centennial resents of another slumbering dimension of gladiator Savitr savages building magic from iron gladius in the space-time fabric, of tv screen static, glades in masquerade in the forest flourishes of coldest ocean, nourishment of sober madness lavish in the fungal data of a dead man’s dirt blanket, sandwiched in anguish of still panic, vanquished in the maverick havoc, ravaged

Floral orchards glorious morbid obituaries orbit golden cemeteries of proclamatory laboratories, amorphous, circle cities of aureus, in the tongue of no one under the sun but burglarious boorish amidst the torture of karmas raw lawless fortune

 

Marble market places as the stasis of faded faces, many different races erased, many shifting histories disgraced, a fist to the ribs like an ebbing river of blood spit and shivers as the sweat dribbles and slither from my shaking painstakingly scarred victimized fingers, a death-bringer, the end lingers

Out of view, from the various precarious church pews of this zoo, worlds collide and I cannot undo

What they did to you, prisms colour the prison if thunder’s blue, love looks at no one but the few, construed for pleasure, the better of amusement, nothing to do with my life, not my kind of vice

Reply to the disguise you abide by, self-righteous felonies, rebelliously realized, how the time flies, as my eyes lie, satisfied pride, fair goodbyes wife

 Sayonara life, cyanide pie

Stomach the rhythmic opinion, cinders asunder, fossilized asura, thunderous sinning, underworld living

Laugh at death with every seventh breath

The mystery, efficiently, is to walk past misery

And frolic unapologetically, while the others shudder pathetically

Love is a pathogen created in preservation by evil men haunted by the glen of self-medicated hatred, unawaited, segregated pleased to bleed into the hard-hearted disease-like concrete of a stone golem heart, that pumps and starts lonely art to write the words of blood upon another, cluttered by utterances of lovers named brothers, why bother?

Loves takes away more than it gives, it fades to grey as the shade still lives, shivering darkness, no hope for the broken, yesterday marked by heartless darting martyrs, prophesied for demise, monsters held at bay can never hold a hand, don’t depend on one vagabond who won’t stay, reprimand forever, defender of today, severance waits

Love is very destructive, and you can’t win every war

Predominantly monopoly

Hysterical hysteria organs orchestration euphoria

The spirit speaks in gibberish, that does not mean it isn’t fluent in gibberish, just that it is hard to understand

Sinew and bone have undertaken tombstone

Esper’s confession

Connected transgressions

Esters in dressing

 esker’s perfection

Dirt gravel road, with so much to hold, I travel alone

Remain healthy, both physically driven, and mentally unending

Remain healthy, physically, and mentally, deadly

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.