AscensionA Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe) Edit: Completed the poem and did a great job. I moved past the work I lost while writing, and I've written something I'm proud of. I hope it's just as enjoyable to you!
Armageddon’s Ascension
Darkness lights the stairway to heaven The Berserker waits in his crystal palace as angels wage a war against Valhalla While we live in a castle of mirrors I peer through the frost of the looking glass Broken, my brother sits on the stairway Looking down from up high At us ants that cannot fly Heartstrings pin me down I am the ventriloquist of Hell Fallen so far, meteors of torment Safe in Hade's arms, hardened by them, Nightengales of frail chambers That house the soul like a bullet A star-knit choral of an astral baptism Wishing for the world The one you took from me And wore around your neck A noose, a butchery, a rosary A Babylonian dungeon mothering grudges of harlequin In the thunder of homunculus The mourning son thumping against the white picket prison In a varicose sky, shattered Candlewick flickering obituary vicariously serenading condemnation The polymerization of pomegranate ancestors, the fruit of our labours Blessing of Armageddons ascension into the heavens of harvest moons Chiselling ventriloquist of the cinders of oblivion Wandering the carnival of abomination The anthem of a phantasmal canvas of cataclysms Shattered across the acrylic pilgrimage of vanilla soliloquy The avalanche of a sad eulogy’s hallucination Dragging its scabbard across the battlefield of a page Of watercolours, bloodstains, and Rorschach’s slain in the dreary rain Scabs of unity picking at the blade In the hands of a mangled lunatic Betrothed to the fools’ crucifix A ghost disillusioned with the universe Haunting the sovereignty’s of the bottomless hallelujah Hollow the indominable monster within The one who wore the seven sins like a second skin
Existence is Lonely
Sometimes it hurts to breathe with my iron lung To metal with something with which to steel myself away, love costs Isolation is the brightest day, where all the darkest fought, Each other at a loss for words buried by silence Until they bleed colour, birth brothers Red, rebellion against the melancholy polyphonic armadas As we became one community out of every cell Lonely as a crowd of silence Alone together, stitching the finest leather Iridescent metaphors, a rusting succubus Nebulous as the crescent necklace of stars Moon bioluminescent hallucinogenics like a metallurgical curtain call Of waterfalls like opalescent renegades of parthenogenesis; The intercourse of porcelain metamorphosis Of belladonna terra-cotta obelisks The electroconvulsive andante renaissance Of breaking dawn’s parhelion like a maleficent effigy Of resurrected perpetual pestilence Eternal in the nocturnal journals of purgatory Babylonian pandemonium metronome chromosomes Comatose death notes spoken in the psychosomatical Waitlessly under pressure; Damaged cadaverous avarice I called midnight wings Chaotic logic of the diabolical discombobulated Ambrosial osmosis groping ocean coastlines of concubine rhinestones Brushstrokes of satans’ blues Leave me a darker colour of daydream than I used to be A shadowed version of daylight, Shaded shining knight shade chiselling oblivion My heartbeat me into helpless submission of nightshade Salem It’s been one hell of an elevator ride to heaven Forgiveness is a fickle scythe of midnights stoplights in the suburbs The luck of the drawstrings of hearts of anarchy, looking for game I’ll cut you a deal from my cold dead heart of cards There is no spade to bury a joker Chainlinking gospels of Apocrypha’s polymerization Static shading on the radiowaves Obey the gravy of a grey world’s oracle Phantasmagorical Babylonians
monochrome armaments Discarded polychromatic blackness Of the whitethroats swansong bondage constellations Necronomicons astronomy of fallen stars wished upon To be celestial bodies buried alive So the seeds will thrive rather than be reaped by time Nocturnal's scythe, the scourge of life Grim reaper's smile at the guiding lights, so infantile
The Corridors of Heaven's Graveyard I find myself listening to death The beauty of a world torn apart A body strewn in the illumination The poltergeist scythe of the graphite sun The mourning breeze that has tasted last words like water That has burned bridges and slaughtered That have yearned for pilgrimage and armadas A guillotine and umbilical chord of martyrs Strung upon the harps of heartless artists People who painted hatred, Mother Nature, sainthood, satin skin And Satan's whims, and crippled wings and cups of gin From what begins, to an ending sin The silver string that slipknots sing Virtuous kin in darkness dim The wits of man beckon no plan There is no hand of god to hold You either call or you will fold Within the halls of maidenhood Depraved us slaves to haven good Would lift up the sky upon our backs To bear the weight of life that left its tracks And danced in pandemonium Waltzed all Babylonian And climbs the steps up to the dawn And heard the words we preyed upon
Blasphemous Anarchist (Homebound)
The crucifixions of the criss-crosswords Dangling from the tongues of no one Where there is only write and wrong Speech becomes beacon The darkness becomes silence And the light becomes nihilistic Shackled to reason the Elysium is its own form of Hell There is no quiet, there is no sleep There is violet sirens in the deep The depths of excavated spit Crowning the kings of the crust The pit becomes the only source of light, of justice The pit becomes a heart, the heart beats drums Until the silence has nothing But static noise to keep from drowning in The silence becomes so lulled In the screams of Paraplegic serpentine dream-eaters It clings to relinquishing photosynthesis In its infinite Stygian giantess of climbing tides Of skyscrapers recirculating imitations of the matrix Vacant aether of ethereal delirium Screeching eureka Grim reaper beseecher Of the frequencies of behemoth bohemians Until the eucalyptus stiffens pillaging fragility Ventriloquism branching in lycanthropy Rooted in the illusion Umbilical missive misanthropic apocalypse Calming psalms of diabolic Catholicism Rhythmic as a stigmatism’s visionary incendiary rounds The sarcophagus of reanimated imaginations crown Polytheistic Babylon Avalon of Cavernous dawn beckoning A requiem from the resurrected inflorescent sepulchre Of demiurge vertebrae Emerging subservient to metallurgical eternities of fraternity Burning in the pits of winter solstice tint Incinerating disfigured reinvigorated flint To stab the blasphemous jack o lantern Acokantherin with the romantic sin Its scent kindling the wind Ecclesiastical intangible ramblings Of bramble stragglers Strangulation on the jade of silver-tongued suns In the mouth of twilight, the jaws of dawn Agathion recirculating with a thirst coercing impersonation Births a nation hearth depraven With the heart of the Himalayans' primordial maiden Sky-gazing the demise of violators beguiling Satan With an ambrosial metempsychosis Floating in opium metamorphosis Hallucinogenic renaissance obelisk Of pandora’s box Indra’s thesaurus rigour mortis pox, Drop demise on us dues ex Machina To the epidemic of clementine cemeteries Blossoming lost Totalitarian centuries making eggs benedict Of the shattered shells of vindictive Olympians Aquariums of extraterrestrial methamphetamine In depth’s serenity swimming in oblivion The silence starts to be small and infinitesimal The silence does not see the difference Between music and noise, It does not hear the rhythm of deliverance, The words on a page poised and full of empty hulls Or full of metal medallions The silence does not read the serpentine Grievance of the heart To be any more than beats in a bar The anarchy screams dopamine serendipitous With the encryption pyrolytic prolific ellipsis In every sensual drench of decibels ectoplasmic scavengers Cannibals of the ravenous cataclysms The twilight hour of halogenic neo genesis evanesced Pleasantly with the revenants Of temptations Stygian amaranthine And you’ll find that even darkness Has a pallet for every illustrious shade of flower In the hourglass captivation Of Pythagorean assimilation My arduous gardens are a cardinal sin Of vorpal cornucopia’s A blend of symmetry and Tempestuous entropy labyrinthine Ebony exoskeleton of ivory words bones That make up an orchestra of Hurricane petrichor metamorphosis sown in groves interwoven I’m full of mixed feelings, words and emotions And flowing explosions like how you mix your drinks That’s why I make prisms of amaryllis vigilant With the stimulation of guillotine cremation Of every contemplation concentrated in my words, Drunk off the impressionable resuscitation I write monsters of poems intertwined like Frankenstein
Stitching the ellipsis of victory Of bewitched predicaments Antithesis an inscription on the skulls of Candelabra cobblestone metronomes Of Holocausts of incorporeal fornication Through the fortune discord’s narrated coronation I can write your obituary Blinded by the limelight of your mistakes With darker reincarnated words than you could dream of You can either live in my shadowlands Where ink prospers from the esophagus in midnight sky Without a scrap of flesh page left to live In the bedlams of the crevices of angelic belladonna Or be your own star and write a new legacy In the cinnabar parhelion of memories Of cardiovascular machinations Plastered in the face of a masquerades Basins of serpentine interpretation Doppelganger fables of twintails’ Maestroms Beowulf be trailblazing born To write railroads rippling through the history Crippling as fisticuffs
Like the eclipse of lunar electricity Beyond the psychical photosynthesis Of whistleblower thistle mitosis in the Armageddon of meadowlands spanning Brittania In an avalanche of megalomanic ecclesiastical aphrodisiac
Of the phantasmagorical pandemonium’s primordial pandora Aurora Borealis of Yaldabaoth Valkyries of algorithms Rattling battalions of cataclysms envisioning the Riveting river of synergy gyrating incarcerated constellations Monolithic sacrilegious serendipitous Hallucinations of disillusioned transfusions of communal translucents
Luminous as musical lunatic tick tackling totally Vocally yodelling on the podium of exodus Chthonian allegorical orchestras forecasting catastrophe Castrated cardiovascular glaciers sacrilegious sigil of vigilantes Dancing on the pantheons of dawn breaks matriarch-angel Porcelain in the metempsychosis of a contortionists
Chlorophyll as their world whirlwinds Chiselling obsidian dredging Through the ebony of setting sun- Dancing spanning intangible
Running in the blood of our Mother’s palms Holding on to the summer illuminescent psalm Like a dominatrix playing with apex of a horizontal God
Dangling from the tongues of no one Where there is only write and wrong Speech becomes beacon The darkness becomes silence And the light becomes nihilistic Shackled to reason the Elysium is its own form of Hell There is no quiet, there is no sleep There are violet sirens in the deep
Blinks an iris diamonds as sundered colours creep The fruit that Godless lovers reap Loopholes futile slumbers dream Within the quiet choir of twilights’ sheen The highest low hanging lotus Pays the homage of allogamy Calamities abandoned dream Awake and camouflaged in a Babylonian homebound breeze Like slipknots caught on hanging trees Unravelling the bodies like their fallen leaves Calming is solace breed, of tangled candles Autumn rotting hollow, God will reap© 2020 R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Author's Note
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R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Burlington, Halton, CanadaAboutMost of my poems can be differing lengths depending on the time you want to spend reading them. You can avoid reading anything brackets, or read it all. If you want an in-between, you can read only th.. more..Writing |
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