Hallow Angel

Hallow Angel

A Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)
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Three scraps of an old poem wrapped into one piece of fabric.

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Blinded miser conspire desire

Consume impending doom immunity

Insatiable maple nature, complicated unbreakable grateful distasteful untraceablely graceful spacial fable infallibly faithful, hasteful in the gale wasteland of a salamander in the seven sands of a Highlander, gathered in the pattern bled sunset Tibetan, written blistering upset

Careful saratonin spokeswomen coercion emerges feathered in the bread of a bloodletting, settles in the petals of a flower, well endowed with valour, powdered malleable malingering singing from the tips of my fingers, death-bringer

Justifications duration advocated magistrated, ovulated menstruation

Chakra binoculars foster flying saucers claustrophobic lost in the rosters a coffin of the impossible

Respect your elders, they know better than you

May my confines of rhyme be my reason, my truths aloof, aligned but deceiving

Drastic masochist impasse advocate master-race amber waste occasional evocation excavation modification

Thought prophet

Profession processes

Gnashing garlic nightlock daffodils killing in the wilderness entrance abetment, sleeping pills, overdose, comatose, clover roots, follow suit, forbidden fruit, forgotten tune, cobble tomb, coffin muse, Cameron blooming, all-consuming, god’s amusement, devil’s music

Reimbue a loser universal, convoluted allusion opportunist solar-lunar, Mona Lisa, broken pieces

Twilight pipelines of stars shovel their way through the forestry

A covenant of summer lofts, slumbers in the love at the brink of winter, shivering splintered, the spirit fervent, weary

But ever coherent of God's fury, merit in the feral cherries that thaw in February alive like a clementine

Cherished wine, pours for the sore-hearted, serpentine one glass more for the ones departed

Cartilage whispers to the mistress of miscellaneous blood

Romanticized confinement, in the body of life, the winery of the mind, bright with cyanide, occupied

Refinement aligns a siren in the silence, inviting invigoration, photosynthesized vibrance, like a lilac dynasty

Growth an explosion, swollen with hopes and dreams, symmetry glides on the beaming horizon at sunrise

Migrate from hatred, step away for solidarity, marry the tumbleweeds and sow seeds of freedom and charity

Carry me across the docks, bring me wisdom on a finicky dingy, and rock the boats

Sing me a lily ditty, all frilly

Conceal no secret, a concert of proper silly swillers sanctuary’s

Bandicoot magical fragrant aloof with fireflies the advent tangent of insanity in our eyes

Midnight simmers on the surface of the moon

Catch me if you can, uttering a lullaby, a kite fluttering, a hummingbird on the wind,

Chance glance adamant wild child sanguine mechanical desire fireplace romance suspense sustenance alive constant derived admire rampant rampaging ammonium armadillo flannel

Sundering sunset

Convey my own way in the zone of a conclave pollinate creation, segregate hatred

Serpentine guillotine civilian distillation

Devastating proclamation accommodated indoctrination

Sarcophagus holocaust of lost centurion colossals abyssal promises

Bottomless Autumn ditch

If one is then everyone is

If one dies no eyes will see the hollow being, and ghostly sheen of a midnight dream of a Halloween gathering savouring the wavering decor of Paramore sunrise rancid lives immortally macabre, dissolving impartial to the march on heaven rebellions weapon, a red redemption, the severed head of a cold world defenceless, replenished with a consensus of the never-ending denizens of hell, fallen angels



© 2019 R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)


Author's Note

R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)
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.

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Added on April 12, 2019
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R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)
R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)

Burlington, Halton, Canada



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