Madman's Scribbles #1

A poem I wrote months ago and just finished touching up.

Skyscraper narration depravation of some chivalrous vigilante’s collapsing synapses syncopated in lackadaisical hatred and secular requiem

Avenging angels nailed to the floorboards, upon the cross of phosphorus apostles obelisk Apocrypha and write red nebulous syllables on the stone notepads of their heavenless hands

Capricious insolence stitches broken dreams of deceased moonbeams lucid with luchador Lucifer abusing nooses of crucifixion envisioned in phantasmagoric fantasy amnestic  chasms of aneurisms  conducting succubus instrumental insanity of coincidental conceptualism imprisonments of diligently will ward killers

Nemesis Sleipnir pegasus surrendering seventeen steeds of villainy's pilgrimage to sacrilege’s vaccination

World eaters vehicle kneeling fealty to the demons of the real world

Bellowing Neo Angelo acolyte bright Evangelical a-cappella vanilla interventional

Melodramatic satanist magnanimous magisterial visions of apocalypse Baphomet eclipsing willow-wisp christened crimson illiteracy liberating the chicken scratch avalanche of madness

Poetry slices take flight like a biplane

Chaotic apothecary philanthropy philosophy garnishing our parting in the bombing of insomnia dissolving promises honour-bound

Deciduous infinity proximity velocity raptured in velociraptor chiropractor badgering swaggered  wayward stasis evacuating Evangeline Armageddon disassembled assimilated associationist overdoses in Oceanus advancement enchanted grandstanding expanding insanity calamity gravitational on the nation world in your cubicle

Gattling gun madness spun ravaging satiating insanity

Fluctuating cloud and sea, a stump of tree, like amputee  

Parasite psychotic serenity bending Neverland

Deranged estranged in the intangible mandibles of a gauntlet of monsters marching mantras of Holocaust heaven and haunting devastation in the crockpot of creation an elemental hell of unintelligible ramblings meandering profanities that maim the grains of sand that call themselves man

Atmospheric amnesia bulimic with the feeling of seething homo-sapien trachea escaping the rage that regurgitates regenerated masonry referendum blending cemetery symmetry bigotry invisible in the cynical eyes of deep-fried divine devastation congregating complacencies rending renegade agencies of flavourful Phantasia insatiable flamethrower dystopian instabilities trickling vindicated syndicate openings in the hive mind of timelessness

The Salem radiant celebration of discombobulated polymerization meshing the confessions of sentinel demented heaven penetrating penitentiary decadence with the deathly oppression harvested from the echelon of god’s breath

Euphoric devotion devouring emotion

I live only for the moment I can guide the united hopeless

Against the depths of degradation slithering in the perceptions of the uncollected, deathless in the contempt

Where God has wept, we will grow like hope honest frost on solace snow

Winter solstice bolstering canals that celebrations desolate desperation candles that sanitize the lies embellished under a devil’s umbrella

And we will be known

Powdered hourglass rapture, capturing conceptualism capricious religionless forgiveness, on the aspersion crafting hermaphrodite rafters of uncollapsing rapture, decapitating exasperated hatreds aspirations invasion cold Mother Nature re-evaluating the equation

Born for the euphoria of tomorrow

Incandescent in the sentenceless present

Invested in the sunken vessel of yesterday’s hell

Evangelion redemption, beyond our progression, starwort comprehension luminescent illustration illustrious lust for strength through the ranks of suffering

Offering nothing but a black canvas of abyssal insidious kiss of the visceral mistress death’s threads of redemption

To perforate the stationary layers of segregation

To colour another star on the drawing board

And a dragon wing on the figments of creation

Gliding asylum like a spitfire on the horizon

 

For there are times that I have won back freedom, but only for a moment

Sweet and deceiving, fleeting like the seasons

Let spring bring promises, and night bring new life

Deciphering righteousness

Let me choke on that sight

And the seeds secretions feeding on the lesions of my breathing abbreviations excavated reanimated

Growing from the marrow of carrion's barren land heresy

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

[barleygirl]

I don't follow every tangent, but there are some good thought ideas linked together with thoughtful word-choices. This, for me, is an easier one of yours to follow than the more abstract pieces (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[augustus]

My Goodness Me! What a way you have with words. I tried to make sense of it all, but failed!

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

This is more thought process and exercise than it is poem. That's why I put these poems together and called them Madman's Scribbles. Much of these clusters of words helped me to better understand my forms of poetry. There really isn't a moral or theme for every single poem in this book, it's more just me becoming accustomed to my style, and showing the work behind the poems. Although about half of these poems are able to be understood, this one is definitely more jumbled.

[augustus]

OK I understand. Your work makes mine rather mundane and lifeless. I'll still keep trying to do better!

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I'm sure you will only make better poetry as you age, like a fine wine. I'll send you a friend request, and if you'd like, I'll review some of your poems. I'm sure you're far better than you think you are. Every writer is a little unsure of themselves at times, I sure have been.

[augustus]

As you will discover I'm ore of a 'story'man than a poet.However, you'll see i have had one go at it. Maybe I'll try another.......!

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Good to hear!

[wordman]

you need to get this published as a series type book

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I probably will at some point, but for now, I'm just going to continue to write more, and more. But eventually I will!