Madman's Scribbles #11

Another strange poem

Random magnanimous animosity atrocity

And I rose from my seat like I’d parted the seven seas

The flow of arachnid traffic daffodils syllables silicon chrome clover umbilical cord swords eradicating mediated Mediterranean meditation

Mistral pistols

Elevated ovulated gymnast Olympics

Accumulated erasure Octavia velociraptor

Optical paradox box of eloquent relentless relenting cyclopes of octopus prosperous marvellous carnal lust gigantic reprehensive romantic roses open blooming entombing the music that operates futuristic hopelessness remission conditional blissless premonitions of baby Hitler

I feel beautiful

Because that box is filled with my magic essence gathered incandescent

That box is the embodiment of arsenic imagination straight from the brain that created in the condensation, and rained imagination

Picturesque mischievous indecisive indecadent indecency pieces of me falling the ragnaroks of metropolis populous crops that just keep growing

Like the sky keeps slowing snowy endorphins enduring armageddon porcelain vorpal blades endorsements

Morphine morose Moses Morpheus

Corporate corpses cooperate unstoppable juggernauts of optical fossilized aura bureaus barricading masochists Vaseline vastness cataclysmic masturbation classifications

Amadeus osmosis asymmetrical asylum ineptitude doubting you reputable vegetable

Dampening the champion sanguine submariner vanquished nonbelievers champagne salutations endgame revenge revelation peninsula penicillin revel village, rebel sigil, residual pendulum renegade

Feline chameleon

Nihilistic picnic in wicked oblivion

Obedient paraplegic

Convoluted contusion on the bone microphone

Astronomy progeny robbery

Prosthetic Abaddon, never-ending heaven

Hope for despair, and despair in the face of hope, black coated in white, shadows cloaked in light

Creating unending grey alliterated in neutral futility, a fruit from a tree of nightmares and dreams

Cadaver wonderland in mass grave destiny

Enthusiasm looming vision

Adversity

Horns thorny

Autonomy shinigami rendezvous monologue monolithic antifascist

Equitable elegance

Breaking through the confines of the cages, contagious rage toxic lycanthropic monster of the mafia the maws and jaws that rip to raw the unapologetic spaghetti of cartilage resin mended into the metal surrogate pirouetting unrelenting pipe lines apartheid inside the winding wendigo tornado alfredo napalm culminations of the inner mind machinations osculating unconscious unresponsive reactivated in the matrix

Sentient energy emulates the embrace of self-determination decelerating melancholy deprecating hatred in the melee of medicated fiends taking other people’s dreams, overdosing on the seams of insanity pathological pathless in the plastic pacifist aftermath premieres promiscuous conditional blood vessels of heavy metal shallows marrow in the giro of hysteria a varietal Valhalla valentines of landmine concubine altered eyes and spine of poltergeist disciples rifling through bibles of ivory cyanide fireside ocean wide, sky fried depths of death indentured in the dread of a red conception conveyed in the blade of an unholy crusade of grenade greenery and bloodstained scenery that made me this way

Laid to waste to walk away paraded in a paradise of concise undertow tone unshakable in the earthquake that split my brain and rained seraphim into heaven and made me bleed my resurrection confecting Allah and Valhalla, new genesis sandwiched Nirvana, anguish rabid as I fall to earth and walk again

Uncomprehending

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]

seems you are tired of the worlds hate and you are rising above it

[.]

Well, confusing... I never read something like this before so I think I gotta take more experience with reading.😀
I am not writing anything these days instead checking in to my reading list.
The word choice is very good and there's a good occasional rhyme, this makes it so good.
Ok there's a suggestion, you can use some easy words, you know poets become famous in their times when they can write in people's language, for readers, understanding the poems is more important than to know how good your vocabulary skill is, and the real skill lies there if your readers understand the poem easily. In real world there are not many people who understand poetic language, for them easy to go through is best.
Ok don't worry, this was good actually very good you don't have to change it.

[Davidgeo]

I'm not entirely sure what to make of this. It brings to mind irrational numbers and things like Euler's formula but only because they're irrational numbers and this poem feels irrational when I read it. However, it does read with a certain ease and appeal. It's almost frustrating not knowing exactly why that is, but I liked it none the less. I feel similar about most STEM concepts as well...

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Much of the poems in this collection are more me playing with words than sticking by a guideline of theme. This is the process I go through to better understand how to write. About half of the poems in this collection have meaning, but many are tests of different skills I wish to improve on as well. I'm happy you enjoyed it. I wanted to share what me learning how to write looks like, and some of the poems that you wouldn't normally see.

[Chris Shaw]

It is a strange poem over brimming with so much that it was quite difficult to take it in. Having said that it flowed well, plenty of alliteration and provided much imagery in short, sharp doses. Not sure I completely understood what you were getting at but it didn't come across as peaceful.

Chris

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I'm glad you enjoyed the poem. These poems in this collection have been a lot of fun to write, but some lack a theme altogether. Imagery and sound bonding, particularly rhyming, were the main things I was testing myself on with this poem. I'm pleased that you enjoyed it.

[Chris Shaw]

Yes I did, and that explains why I couldn't get a story out of it :)