Apocrypha of the Madness of War

What is madness but another way to fly?

Part 1, Contained in The Psych Ward

I cannot be contained

This sky still reigns supreme

Insanity is scratching at my glass eye sockets

The Darklight of the black flames in the sky of the thunder flesh

 

I cannot be contained

The flower of May-hemisphere of a burning world

Blanketed by the smoky fog of a typhoon illusions

Madness is a cavity in my soul, unwhole

 

I cannot be contained

My padded cell is an empty nest

I ripped through their paper-thin flesh in this sarcophagus

There is nothing to fear except reality

 

I cannot be contained

The blaze is flooding my homunculus

The words regurgitated by their open mouths

Screaming

 

“I cannot be contained”

As they cut through their human façade

In a monster’s masquerade

When the party is never over

 

I cannot be contained

The cultists bleed their demonized cries

The blood bright with hope for those who have despaired

But the seance only speaks to me when they go silent

 

I cannot be contained

Monsters of men become the threads of the spider

Weaving us together as we grieve malevolence

Devilish elegance as the colour fades to shadows

 

I cannot be contained

The worlds that flow from my mouths

Screaming of tongues that paint disaster

One true master, a brush with Death’s caverns

 

I cannot be contained

The catalyst reimagining the alabaster caverns of a dream

The nightmare waking as we all sleep

Under the sheets

 

I cannot be contained

The waxing wanes of lunatics

Slewn from the mildew communion

Walk the daggers’ blade

 

I cannot be contained

Maimed by memories, demi fiend heavenly disassembling

The renegade hatred of hell’s gatekeeper

Weeping grim reapers

 

I cannot be contained

But I can be bought and sold

Like life, like love, like you

Like them

 

 

I cannot be contained

In this asylum, join my hymen

In the light of my failures, overshadowing my success

Please let me leave you here, alone like I

 

I cannot be contained

Like an animal in this zoo of lost minds

Chords of slipknots hanging out to dry unrivalled

Syphon the thoughts of the doppelgängers’ operations

 

I cannot be contained

Braid my brain with machinery

Cleaving the ballerina deviants that dance with Death

Unresting sleep-waking the demon

 

I cannot be contained

My perforated nether regions

Clean demeanour unredeeming

This feeling is better than being an empty vessel, infinitesimal

 

I cannot be released from this torment

That contains my immortal soul

Stricken to be umbilical born again from the new world

I cannot be contained by this torment alone

 

I cannot go home, or be overthrown

I’m never alone, roaming your utopia

Feeding on your nothing, given up for me

I will not be contained

 

As the sacrifice of greedy men

Everything was taken from me

My innocence bleeds voluptuously

God is not man-kind contained

 

He’s so far above us that the ants

Can build an empire

And the sandcastles can fall diabolical

In the tide of battle, it's just another wave

 

I cannot contain myself

It’s so funny, our love for God is our own hatred for others

I only suffer because man does not love me

God is uncomprehending

 

And this self-hatred cannot be contained

Rise again from the dirt like a phoenix, for what meaning?

And feel the fire in the heart of this world

Feel the love burning, precious, temporary, shredded

 

Containing the Death of past memories, the shards seek vengeance

Ripped from the skulls of metropolitan philosophers

A dream is sleeping in the dirt, growing like a cancer

A hollow verse that cannot be heard be sound minds

 

Part 2, Madman With A Word Gat

This shell keeps my hate contained, the metamorphosis

This cell is my own candelabra, the light at the end of the tunnel

Containing my darkness, the subtle rebuttal of the underworld

The casket rapture of a map of my imagination decapitated

 

War cannot be contained, the restrained virus stranded by calamity

Manifested humanity, damning the sanity of a pandemic photogenic

As we picture their crucifixion as a victim to our sickness

Evicted by the symptoms of apocalyptic photosynthesis growing labyrinthian from their mouths amalgam

 

Uncontained, unwavering faith in a false god's charade

I cannot be contained abomination

The wounds of pseudonyms reunion illuminate

The dark truth that cannot be contained

 

This suffering cannot be contained

My madness knows no rebounds, I cannot recover

I cannot be found innocent, because you've lost your guilt

Joining inglorious purgatory, I will be free again, eventually

 

Contained in the veins of a century

The heart of the battle is forged from steel

These machines called men do not have a conscience

They do not know we are bleeding

 

When they think every helping hand dealt is a blind gamble

How can I see snake eye to eye, or fold my tongue-tied slipknot

Discarding all these spades so I can draw blood like a Rorschach

My words are contained, imprisoned, behind bars

 

As I rap this wound up world we split in two after you cut the deck

As I shuffle through my solitary life and they spit on my patience

You can’t rhyme or reason with me, hell’s legionary

When the die is cast

 

I don’t judge the jury, I just witness their sentences

As they court my execution

Every cell I bail myself out of serves a part of my time on this earth

Hangman’s gambit, I’ll play your game

 

But I don’t have time to deal with you devils, Russian roulette

I carry a heavy load, for a one-shot wonder

And you don’t have an inkling of the lead shells I spit like bullet hells

Gunning for the top, knocked back into a cocked hat you’re a paper plane, you pack heat

 

I spitfire, recoil as I ricochet words off your murder spree

I’m a different calibre shooting you blank looks locked into your chambers

Putting you to bed so you can sleep on this

Triggered that the safety’s hardwired into me as my words’ germinate

 

Revolving out the speakers like a 30-day free trial

Talk about a bang for your buckshot

I cannot be contained behind the frontlines of this world

I cannot remain behind blinds in the sunshine of hatred’s death toll

 

As people continue to gamble their lives, Death is on a major roll

I cannot contain a poker face, this game is over, I fold

The bombs drop contained on the tabletop of my roleplayed life

But no matter how many warriors have died, we still continue to fight

 

Exactly how much, can you contain in a word?

When an uproar falls on silence, is anything heard?

When the pages you learned, ageing then burn

Are there any thoughts or morals that this story could diverge?

 

When the knowledge is purged, refurbished to service

There isn't a plot, under the surface

Debris of blood clots like inkblots scratch at the blackboard

As the innocent rot, I remember, in the beginning, the hope that we sought in the vacuum

 

Part 3, You Up There?

Looking up to some heaven or god, as we fell from the top of monotony

And into Death’s jaws, applaud the sovereignty of bottomless star-crossed mausoleums

Freedom of equilibrium’s defibrillator in the gracious homeostasis of megalomania

Contained in the blood of a thousand sons, under the thunder of bombs and the crown of guns

 

The pounding alchemy of the mellow alcoves

That bellow devils, and hollow pebbles

The skeleton’s elbow, in the rubble of rebels

Indelible hellions, anthelion neogenesis

 

The sound of calm

That may pause in awe

For the doubt of God

The world ends in song

 

The monster’s psalm bombardment charters martyrs

That Starkist homage armada barters in the art of darkness

Garden the heartless disembarking sonata unbound verse, the curse of man

Icarus’ wingspan, vindictive damned, insidious sarcophagus, initiates’ hand

 

The unwritten Apocrypha of an ominous Ragnarok

Where doppelgänger mannequins of hippocampus champions ramble their anthems disassembled in anguish

Amplified by the sociopathic sacrilege of anchored lycanthropy

Madness dancing with hermaphrodite dandelions the meadows bright with the psychics of insanity’s twilight

So I have to ask, is there any real winner?

Contained within this game of blood?

As I dance with their corpses

Is this really what you call love?

Do pain and suffering always have to be a trophy, when I see it as a scar?

Ventriloquist to the monster, the arson in my heart

If I keep it all contained, have I gone too far?

The carnivorous gauntlet has started

Rip apart the throat of the world enamoured

The mosque of its esophagus

The Holocaust of peace promised   

Freedom is a prisoner to a madness called death

 

Fleeting, the schism, of God’s last breath

Beating, the fissure, the heart of a hydraulic press

Reading, the rhythm, of the crawling depths

Needle, religion ,is a hellfire blessed

 

Evil has risen

Where man

Once

Crept

 

Author's Note

I was so happy with this until the poem started to become something completely different. Now it's neither this nor that. Just in between two ideas. I feel like I did neither idea any justice. If you have any ideas on how to improve this poem, please let me know.

I promise I read every single review, and I generally will reply to them. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be happy to hear anything you feel needs sharing. Whenever you write on my shortcomings or breakthroughs, or the themes of my poems, or share ideas and friendly criticism, it decides my next poem to an extent. I will listen, learn and be thankful. And 99% of the time, you'll get a reply unless you're trolling me.

Reviews

[Willys Watson]

I really love this. Really. But the suggestion that you turn this long verse into two poems really isn’t necessary. T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land, longer than this, would have rendered itself a creative injustice written as two or three separate poems. What you might think about doing, as I’ve done in some of my longer verse, is employ breaks (chapters or whatever you want to call them), perhaps simply numbered (1, 2, 3, etc.)

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you, I’ll try that then. So happy you enjoyed the read, I’ll do my best to make it flow and come together as one piece.

[wordman]

great write,great imagery

[barleygirl]

I was going to agree with your reviewer (below) who suggested breaking this into two poems, but this would only be to satisfy some incongruity that probably only YOU can feel. Then I re-read & noticed that you use the same first line for many stanzas & then this changes to varying that first line. I was really getting tired of that same first line, over & over. I was glad for the break in this refrain. And it struck me that your writing felt constrained when you were using the same first line, but then when you broke free from that constraint, I started liking your manner of expression much better. All the things that "cannot be contained" . . . this is such a huge topic so I love that you spilled it out & away from "I cannot be contained" . . . it feels freeing, even tho I don't think your overall message changes so dramatically that you might feel this could be two different poems. I definitely follow the trail of chaos you paint, all along, as showing the ridiculousness of nonstop wars for manipulated reasons (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[unsavable_soul]

Wow R.J.
Quite a piece, I have to ask is any of that your art work? As for the writing itself, I definitely come out of it with some mixed feelings and thoughts. Your note says you get that. There are what I am suspecting are potentially some harmful spelling errors like hymen where I think you intended hymn. As for the content it felt dark and chaotic yet lashing out. I'd suggest trying to find where for you in this piece it become separate from your original intent and possibly consider trying to separate them into two more focused works that possibly both feel right to you. I know I'd love to see them. I can't really comment on the whole of the piece as I said it kinda came unglued to me. But this piece displays some interesting wording and material. Visuals were a nice touch to me and well placed.
US
70/100

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you for the the great ideas you put forth, and letting me know where I went wrong, or did well. Really helpful review. When I have time, I'll split this into two poems. Thank you for sharing your expertise!

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Also, the art is from pinterest.

[unsavable_soul]

I'm excited to see what you come up with, please be sure to hit me with a read request when you get to those. As for the art work even if you're not the artist you obviously have a good visual understanding and know how to emphasize the mood of your work. keep it up R.J.