Blackened Wildfire is Our Bloody Destiny

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Part 1, Falling Phoenix

 

Hear me like a siren in the night

Fear me like the silence in the light

Sear me red as a demon’s eyes

Black as a sinner’s heart crucified

 

Save me from my ugly death

Scream our names with every breath

The worms of a bloody destiny

The terms of a molested vasectomy

 

God prays to human thralls

The moon still calls universal halls

Orchestral rehearsal impersonating hatred

I wait for something less than sacred

 

Save me from my seraphim heresy

Marry the miscarriage in a cathedral of shadows

Shells are still hallowed, hell is still waters

Bells are lingering will, calling, infringing

 

Part 2, Human Drum

 

From the beginnings of my sabbatical religion imprisoned apparitions

Halleluiah speaks the blackened wildfire through the coals

My silhouette walks a lonely road

My shadow lives alone, upon an ashen throne

 

Cast-iron hope, vast maniacal interwove

Interloping the exodus of my bedlam

Resonating chills of umbilical guillotines

I rasp the vermillion before I turn to dust

 

Even shadows yearn to rust

Every battle burned to husks

Bones that rattle in the cusp

It fell right through, no matter how hard I clutch

 

Maybe I was human once

Before the past of kingdom come

As I played my taut skin drum

And thumped my heart dried out by sun

 

Part 3, Reapers' Choir

 

Fearless blighting silenced by the bright

Blackened wildfire is our bloody destiny

Witness the present I gave you, the gift of now's hatred

A memoir to hell's gospels, apostles of gangrene graffiti

 

Anchored to infinity's limericks of photosynthesis

Alabaster dreamcatchers drafted from the rafters of my decapitation resurface

Psychedelic evangelicals with antennas tethered to Armageddon's herses

Etched in crimson fingerprinting hieroglyphics on dunes of moonshine's crucifixion

 

Transfixed on stagnant ammunition glamourized by tattered battle scars

Anguish fragrant ramifications reanimated to die again for you

Patterned asterisks eradicated for your demonstrated pleasure

Disconbobulating autonomous abominations unsevered in their vengeance

 

Unsympathetic mementos, or heaven's sentinels

Wendigo's of embryos, or bombs of Godless

Pulled apart like clouds, the alcoves of megalomaniacal

Devils falling down like the sky were a house of cards

 

Feathers, crowns, talons, chords, fortified mortification

Angels in the ground, cloaked in ashen doubt

Reign within the doubt, spit the crucifixions howl

I'll rip you free from Salem, trailblazing bloody mayhem

 

You made me like this

Seized my heart, raised me flightless

You praised me scytheless

Preached the Reapers' Choir, braided lifeless iron fire

 

Intertwined with the ripe ripped fruit

Withering seraphim lost in youth

Hard childhood, violated environment

Charred wildwood, carved to be vile, warped

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Re-Pete]

you certainly have a knack for conjuring dark, disturbing imagery. this one does not disappoint - one of my favorites of yours i think. part i is my favorite - it grabbed me from the get-go as i was lured into a disturbing netherworld. you and poe are certainly birds of feather - literally and figuratively ... :)

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thanks Pete, I really love the darker side of poetry. Always been something intriguing.

[barleygirl]

This is a stunning collection of poetry & art. Definitely one of your best. I love how part 1 is tightly controlled, the rhyme & cadence feeling a little "Poe-esque" (I never read Poe, but just what I remember from the old high school ritual of reading "Raven") . . . then part 2 feels a little less tightly woven, falling apart a little, but in a good way . . . loose rhymes not on a schedule, etc . . . then part 3 is where the thing really starts to buck & dance into madness & intensity. I feel there are these parts in all of us. We all have a very controlled aspect that we present in certain situations, & so on. What makes this poem so appealing to me is that there's no hierarchy to these archetypes . . . every way of being is equal to any other way of being . . . it's all about exploring & expressing, not judging. Here's to a great 2020, as your artfulness expands dramatically, & have fun at this other website (apologies for not being plugged in that much & not willing to visit many websites!) Fondly, Margie

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I'm glad you enjoyed it! Hope you have a lot of fun writing for your book, I'm sure you'll be great.

[wordman]

great job on this piece,you need to start a series,people would buy the book

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you wordman! :)

[wordman]

you`re welcome