Crown The Devils

Your days are numbered, but they should not be divided. Do not count what you cannot count on. Now is a present nobody wants to be given.

Crown The Devils

Part 1; Masquerade

Crown the devils in their broken masquerade

The blind eyes intertwined beneath the shattered face

Watch the apocalypse of their wraith

The worldly race of ancient waste

Disbelief my only faith, 

Steady footing my only quake, 

Abominations cased in grace

Shells that lie in sleeping wait

Bells that fly through reaping gates

In the warden of a soul

Deforming metamorphic organs lull

As I hold my head high and sulk

My head a mass of grasslands, my body, hulks

That rust away the aether break of day

And favour aviary hallucinations that fly in haste

To read the words that line your shade

Raid the shadowed alabaster axis of dreamcatchers clay

That mold the omens of our ashen blades

And comb the soldiers from the raptures’ glade

Who moan emotions, bones and snakes

Piece back together acrid daybreak, and rise in acrylic nightfall

The geysers cypher scythes indecisive derived for hymens benign for silence

As the rot of roots that hold the ground loose as a pine box

Part 2; Cemetary

Only souls can hear the sound of polyphonic belladonna

Lonely foes plan seers of hellhounds dishonoured

Howling devouring hallelujah glowering Valkyries amalgamate drowned fauna

Breathing sanguine veneers of Yaldabaoth electroconvulsive 

Monastery buried beneath the garrison

Why are you as cold as my gravestone? 

You pray on the weak, and deal with the devil

You read deaf notes, of every arpeggio orphaned

You bleed dead hope, jugular diabolical blitzkrieg

The tables have turned

For the record-labelling the barcode discount-down

Monochrome tattoos called a price tag-team of more than what you bargained for 

Multilateral cannibalized metabolism or recalibrated onomatopoeia eating the words of insurgency 

Pythagorean agony diablo of algebra callous as malachite indecipherable    

Etching extraterrestrial celestial iridescent metaphors write as raindrops kiss the psionic eclipse

The dead ends always justify the meaninglessness  

My stone face cracks a lopsided smile like an avalanching live wire    

I feel hole in my heart, I love you

Hole-heartedly   

Throwing shade like the caverns of grey clouds in the underworld of heaven

Crowning those without a shadow of a doubt in darkness

Never to make heads or tails over the quicksilver gleam

Of serpentine words coined by capitalistic sails shipping the world that jumped the boat

Harbouring scattergoods bought with the root of all evil branching out across meadowlands of existence sewing seeds of cotton tweed the tangled webs of dandelion darkness we weave the leafage homogeneous cleavage of Mother Nature’s polymerization

Test your fate, amalgamate, bowing faithless, glowering awakened, flowering forsaken, battalion of mayhem

In a masquerade’s euthanasia

I don’t expect to take things at face value,

As I dance with blessings in disguise

I hide behind the light of my wreckage world

Lifting the veil on death’s angels

Life is ribcaged inside a cell, frail, heartless

Prisoners praised within this hell, go to mass, murderers made daybreak

Where nightfalls in the shrapnel blasphemy makeup of condensation’s hatred

Mascara baroness dressed in maleficent entrails of eminent demise hiding sunrises

The blanketed curtains of my sky are as aerodynamic and uninterrupted as the current life I live

Drowning under the star-spangled words of hurricane trailblazers wanderers before my time

Came to an end, that justified what it means to be human 

Part 3; Afterlife

 

A prisoner behind the bars where I serve my sentences   

Tangled chords of slipknots like a deaf note   

Minor key B flatlining to the offbeat of my art of war  

Some people wonder what’s wrong with me, as I stalk the hallways of the psych ward  

Still hungry for a drug that never made me human

Never free from silent parts of me, poisoning my dreams

But when I do write, and crown the devils with bedlam’s hallelujah   

Kings and Gods, devil’s jaws, I’m the only one who died young, I took life by the reign of night terrors  

Rhinestones wear my heart, used to be treasured

And became the fifth horseman

When I had something to live for, such is lifelessness

All nightwalkers of lifeblood are heart-beaters   

Worn-outcasts still spellbound by guillotine frequencies

Of brilliant soliloquy sunset silhouettes like parhelions bellow melancholy polymerization 

Armageddon is the propaganda of Neanderthals

Swallowing Apocrypha like melancholy wanderers of belladonna bonfires

Inside the whiles of the human mind’s isles petrified through silent asylum   

Maybe in the end, I begin broken again, shattered aneurisms

As the hallucinogenic bender of synthetic embryos to the phantasmagorical chlorophyll of aurora borealis

Consequentiality beats at infinity, a dead horse eternal let me ride on the primordials until I too become a fallen star 

Driven mad by no-man’s-lander coriander vanity algorithmic biomimicry of magnanimity avalanching dancelessness pyromancing bliss   

Schizophrenic hemorrhages of megalomaniac aphrodisiac dilapidated apparitions of nomenclature euthanasia’s kiss   

Sagittarius metamorphosis forfeiting room-in-nations of life in the bibles of Gemini 

Crown the devils’ elders in their own words

Birdcallers keep your ravenous sadist earth

Calm my nerves, bomb the dirt’s subservient hernias of verdant Eternals immortalized mortified revitalizing alabastrine chimeras

Part 4; Crown Madness

 

Keep your crowns

Lone hellhounds of elegant rebellion

Reverberating doomsday vertebrae’s

Of blitzkrieg hieroglyphics reincarnations

That scroll ornery cordial metamorphosis

Through the formal sorrowful manifestos

Eternally murmuring servitude to the future

Of lucid translucent hallucinations fuselage

Loosening bioluminescent illusions unhinged fringes

Of infinity diminished by the rhythmic limitations

Of rejuvenating hatred

Stick to the script like a paperclip

Ink-case this joint burns to the ground we shuffling

Like the pot called the kettle blackjack

Like a firecrackers chitchat wrapping knick-knacks

Because we live in the present,

Gifted shapeshifter finger-licking whiff of syphilis

Like a willow wisp in the chrysalis antithesis

Photosynthesis labyrinthian down to the match of Lazarus phantasmagoric

Ominous chakra clockwork cogs inaugurate harmonic kamikaze automatons 

Like a sunrise sitting upon the bottom of the world 

I hang my head high as a weeping willow 

Baptisms of cataclysm amputating amalgamated mosaics  

My heart as heavy as a prison cell at the bottom-bunker of an elevator shaft 

At least I’m on the borderline

Because I haven’t been driven over the edge

On the wrong side of the tracks

I’ll see you on the flip sidelines of this game;

The one I gambled my life away for, I’m playing for keepsakes 

But you’re seeing double-crossed the line

When you burned your bridges,

Pushing your luck like you’re drug dealing with the devil

As if the end of the road leads to heaven

Then to walk away from pathlessness

Is as off-track as a cakewalk for trailblazers following breadcrumbs

Who were already off the rails of this backstreet rat race

Tripping down memory lane like the fallen angels of pelagianismo

Kicked to the curb of the concrete jungle

Because the highway to hell is paved in lowlanders

And we are but castles in the sands of time as clear as mud

And the ash-faultless for their sins, are left in the dust

Cheap as dirt six feet under, a foundation beneath barren the wait of a new world

Rising like a sunflower phoenix of skyscrapers’ enslavement 

Part 5; Metamorphosized Reincarnation

I was born blind; like everyone else 

Incognito as the words dripped soundlessly from my eyes 

I cried silence 

I heard nothing but the wind 

And felt only the chill down my spine 

Like a roadkill of the divine 

Crawling over the surface I could only ever scratch

Not yet waterlogged by fear

Like a blackboard jump-cutting loose-lipped from the chain-link fence

Not yet black-hearted as the sun

Overlord of the phantasmagorical spun

Outrunning the world, eyes on the enterprise, making my exit a new beginning

Hanging Trees’ Lullaby (Subpoem)

On strands of hate

Reaching for angel feathers

At the end of my rope

Hanging by a thread

I finally learned to fly

Like a puppet on string

Exspiravit Mors Vuluntaria (The Ending)

Hanging by loose ends
I hold my tongue
A whip I am hesitant to crack
I live in an abyss of silence
The terrestrial bioluminescent world of nothing
I stay motionless
As the world cascades and ripples photosynthesis
The surface of equilibrium, the stars blanketed blue
The dark sky black as the pupil
Watching my clockwork heart tick madly

Raising hell until I reach heaven

 

Author's Note

Inspired by The Ouroboros Cycle. Meant to be a part 2 to the poem The Trumpeter, although not originally planned to be so, it simply fell into place and seemingly wrote itself. I think it is a masterpiece not unlike that poem, and a worthy part 2.

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

[Nolo Segundo]

You appear to have the innate and necessary gift of a true poet: the ability to make words do what you what them to do in a way that seizes both heart and mind. Your worldview is harsh at times, but the world is not easy for the sensitive soul. You write you were born blind: we are all born blind, and most never realize how blind they are. And your last line I would modify a bit-- sometimes some of us have to go through hell to reach heaven, if we keep going, that is. Don't be too hard on yourself- time tempers all things.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you Nolo, your perspective is something I greatly appreciate. I'll keep on writing, and trying to improve. I really love the learning process.

[NotUsinganymore]

Very morbid poem. I liked the pictures with it

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Glad you enjoyed it JungLee, the sinister aspects of poetry are what draw me in, and keep me reading.

[wordman]

and a look at life and beyond with all it`s myths and metaphors

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thanks wordman! :)

[wordman]

you`re welcome

[Onlyme]

Word craft genius that you are R.J. perfection personified as usual. Great imagination, vivid, dark and dramatic, powerful and wickedly excellent, can never fail in all you do. Bravo.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you Dawn, your supportive words brighten my day

[barleygirl]

I'm not following this as fully as I sometimes do . . . I'm more marveling at your word crafting, rather than letting these lines build up to a crescendo of meaning. So I'll copy the lines that blow me away . . .
"Disbelief my only faith" -- thought-provoking!
"The dead ends always justify the meaninglessness" -- BRILLIANT meaning!
"Etching extraterrestrial celestial iridescent metaphors" -- the way it sounds!
"When I had something to live for, such is lifelessness" -- many excellent contrasts like this!
"Armageddon is the propaganda of Neanderthals" -- USA politics exactly!
"rejuvenating hatred" -- amazing way to say how some people thrive on hating!
"I’ll see you on the flip sidelines of this game" -- love when you're flippant!
"like you’re drug dealing with the devil" -- love how you turn a common phrase upside down
by adding just the perfect thoughtful word
"I was born blind; like everyone else" -- love how this harkens to many animals blind at birth
& harkens to how long it take us humans to finally SEE
hanging trees lullaby -- love how this SHOWS how we can fly best when at end of rope

Last but not least, in this poem you do a great job of modulating long complex lines with the shorter more brisk straightforward statements that feel like a breather from your amazingly tangled way of putting a long string of words together! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

As always, thank you so much for sharing your kind words, and showing me what I did right. Means the world to me! :)

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It was a long one! So I could read for long. Just know that you have the right to be sad as much as you have the right to be happy. No one can force you to feel, take the sword in your own hands now, it's your turn!
OK hehe... that was nice and heavy by me, just want to say keep up! You're doing great. :)

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Glad you liked it!