Hearts (Broken Gear That No Longer Ticks)

Figured I'd share this. I put my heart and soul into my poems. There just isn't that much left to give right now.

Tick Tock

We beat hearts to know love

Our own cruelty, which dwarfs the sun

Sword of asteroids guns blazing earthly

The courtesy to bow down to hatred

Before we pray for another path

To take the road to a hell in your place

Paving scarecrows in the smoky tuberculosis

The concrete sodomy of obelisks robbing hollow bodies

People filling themselves with the hearts of pits

That we dug within our stomachs

To bury the hatchet hoping heaven will grow splendid

From the devil’s antlers in the riverbanks

Clogging the smoggy lobotomy with the star-crossed dichotomy

Wishing for deliverance, to get what we deserve

What’s coming is inevitable anyway

Walking past presenting itself for everyone yet to be

Sigil of oblivions patience indoctrinated

I went for a walk today

Crawling through the limelight of a staged world

That will never get its act together

Sun the dwarfs which cruelty own our love know to hearts beat

We together act

Indoctrinated patience oblivions of Sigil

Earthly blazing guns asteroid of sword

Take the ability to move forward

Take your missteps back

Missteps your take forward move to ability

I don’t have the heart to give my love

No one deserves penance

But I

Love know to hearts beat we puppets of steel

Having a heart

Loving no soul

Hard as I could try, shackled naked

Is my joyous wrapped smiles I never could unravel

Bonds you could never carry

Webs I could never weave

Hearts you could never break

Spirits I could never lull to sleep

Hushing shadows, catacombs born on the page of a crumpled crease

Tearing apart my eggshell heart

Nightmares that haven't yet watched the world go dark

Shadows that haven't been cast out of purgatory

That didn't need to find their way home

When there was no starting point to continue from

On and on

Finding what you've lost

Is either the fondest memory you've forgotten

Or the greatest emptiness of an organ while the choir

Stays silent

And the mind, transfixed

But not mended

Is no longer clockwork

Just a broken gear that no longer ticks

Rusted steampunk, us poor machines

The world is full of people like me

With corroded hinges

Left open inside out

Come in, and make yourself at home in my shell

My empty chamber

Is your Russian roulette

Although it once housed hope

My own earthly Elysium

Drew a blank

Wound Up Clockwork

The biomechanical analogue scribbling guillotines 

Counting down the days of God's chronological seance

After all, mannequins like me wear their hearts on their sleeves

Like a polyester sepulchre of iridescent neogenesis

Rippled in the buried seas of a varicose sun

The breeze of paraplegics

Tattered fluttering like the wings arkham's archangel

Ripped from the cardboard cutout of creativity, reality

Something so malleable that it shaped me

And made hanami origami

Shinigami of the pictures of the past

The abyssal crucifixion of the bottomless pit that housed

The fondest memories of my heart

Before the sun fell upon me like a body I used to know

Embracing while they open fire

And I close my heart to the warmth

For the final time

Unsatisfied with those who shiver

When they meet their maker

A man more coldhearted

Than I ever could be

Author's Note

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

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

"The world is full of people like me..With corroded hinges..Left inside out". R.J, your poem touched me so deeply- every brilliant line and metaphor and truth of it. I feel your raw pain, your suffering, your dark and your light. I applaud your mastery of words, imagery, and your almost frightening personal honesty. How bravely you reach out in a tumult, a cataclysm of emotion, depth, vulnerability. Your eclectic, inspired and perfect references astound my mind. How authentic and magnificent is your living poetry, your living masterpiece of spirit. All blessings and admiration and encouragement sent to you my friend. Stay well and safe. Kudos to your genius always!

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

At first, I wondered if I was ready to share such a poem. It was difficult to know whether or not putting my emotions under the eyes of another would be an experience I would be proud of, or if it was best to leave this in my collection of poems I never share. But I suppose I didn't take into account that others may understand, or even enjoy this poem because of what I was saying. Thank you so much for your encouragement. It makes me feel a little more sure of myself. I greatly appreciate that this poem reached you. Thank you for sharing this with me.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

You are so welcome R.J. It’s so hard to expose oneself, but yes, I think it helps to know that others experience and feel similar things in their lives. It helps to exorcise the demons. Peace.:))