Life As A ChessboardA Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)I added to this piece with some interesting wordplay. I hope you enjoy it.Losing my grip on reality
Falling into a deep dream
The rabbit hole grave a
Drowning river in the holy waters
A house of cards offering room and board
For the off chance of a lifetime’s end
Cruising deck hands follow suit and tie tongues bleed for the seagulls
As the world shuffles through its pages
Drawing blanks taking chances
Photo shooting craps with stars
With loaded dice, the odds stacked against me
Wanting to get even with every floor
I hold my ground, I built my foundation on false promises
Take my word for it and offer the world a poem full of them
My last stand are the cross-legged oaks that are lying down to die for the forest
Giving my word is like every story that towers over the foundation of God
Over the basement of empty pages that has betrayed its author
Did I not by birth write
Use my children to keep the legacy of words on heir with their face-downfall from grace
Bargaining chips away at gambling stars as we grow brittle and gnarled
My snake eyes wandering the maze zigzagging unravelling
I bargained for a six-string heart and lost my mind drinking high spirits
The method to madness is a tall order
It’s easy to lose your way
But much more difficult
To drift back to sleep, and never dream
Blind to the light at the end of the tunnel
The dark past leading to a bright future
Opening the present in all its gray lactescent pitch
The rabbit hole monochrome
With the dreams of colours fading into an impotent night
Photosynthesize Christ
The branches of my body taking in the glare of an angry sun
And I can’t help but feel I’m on a chessboard
White and black thinking, grey skies
And another pawn to madness sweeps across the board like a hurricane’s church bell yelling
Like a plague of unanswered questions speaking in one voice together
And I’ll take your black and white kings and subject them to serve time
The master of their white and black uniforms
Each a zebra in a lion’s den
Each a shadow casting light
Each doubting their own truths until they gray into the same colour as me
And bleed into obscurity like a spiritless scythe
Reaping sown up smiles until their mouths forget to scream words
And the dreamers can finally unhinge the doorframe
Walk the halls, the jaws of madness
And wake from reality back into sleep
Another empty peace of the puzzled
Jailed in a halos' mosaic, a frail rainbows oasis
Spray-painted dis-figureheads faceless
Staccato Molotov dominos sonata vibrato ensambles envelope
Stamped to a trampoline’s amputee answering machine
Dampening the sound of raincloud hallows
The flower gallows malleable soundboard unicorns
Yet to be reborn orange rigour Mortis intercoursing through the sky
A lullaby I’ve yet to find, serpentine, stars aligned, redefine, live to die
Crucify the lucid mind poltergeist feisty as the lightning of a stray kite
Flocking glossina of apocrypha’s opera, sonic trombones unknown radios
Fill the stadiums radiant entertainment glazing over the polaroid’s
Of a lone voice rejoicing comatose varicose with hope
Scarecrow heralds bearing werewolf pheromones symposium of chromosomes
Cobblestone ponies and halftone phonies psychosis ocean wide in homicide
Live to die, your smiles cry
I am an island made of rhinestone
I am a silo and a maelstrom, I am a braille holy grail the gale behind the veil
I am a poem in crayon, a railroad and a sailboat
Stuck in the throat
Just a Velcro mouthful
South Pole or hellhole
A velvet balcony of lost melodies
Amidst shellfish eclipse belting Valkyries fist
Against the aether graveyard of a matriarch’s departure
Amalgams fallacies valiantly rallying gatherings of sanguine stargazing guillotines
In the haze of yesterday
I’ll find another place to play
And waste my mind away
Maybe find another way
To say goodbye to you all
Today
Put a piece of me into the puzzle,
While I scuttle down the sun’s gutter, an ex-lover
Smother the tundra of brotherhood with the driftwood hallucinogens
Imprisoning limbo’s cynical thimble of lymph node ventriloquism
Prisms schism the remains of barren planes
Fly through the skyline of a summer day ablaze in shady everglades labelled a fable
Chrome Babylonian aluminum blooming plumerias hara-kiri arrogantly
I ain’t no Kryptonian but this is no hail mary
I haunt fields of marigold
I write only fairytales Graffitiing double-helixes with a martyr's heartbeat
A garrison of vicarious Farris wheels
Lariat the stars gone cinnabar into vinegar scimitars
Balsamic almond clouds choral villanelles as a Cinderella delicacy
Murals of sulfuric spirits mirror veneer pirouette
Tempestuous empresses meshing apparitions into (tapestries of) non-fiction
Rhythm glistens arithmetic renditions
Blending remedies envisioned in symmetries inquisition
My father’s 70 His burgundy words blur the furnace of a hurricane in the grains of my mind
I don’t want to leave my roots behind and tumble through time
Youth’s wine intertwined binding cyphers of disciples
To the Cyprus branches like windshield wipers
I too will branch out and travel the horizon
Until I leave a hulking shell growing inside out, lifeless Always keeping the world in check A shackled atlas of tapestries, destiny terpsichorean Harpsichordist metamorphosis Ever-shifting photosynthesis of Stygian oblivion Holding up continents polyphonic monolithic umbilical visionaries, the gospel of apothecary (Piano chandelier lyrics of the spiritual ethereal medium) (Helium ceilings called to the frolicking diabolical Elysium) (In circulatory metamorphosis) (Orchids of divorcing orchards
remorseless ghosts that forfeit rigour mortis orphans chorus) Moonshine sliding a sunrise off a diving board (Like a tightrope of lifeboats floating osmosis) Falling upon the sun-settling early in the night But for now, my will to live is stronger than my need to die Now ain't that black and white? Ethereal murals of alphabetical residue resonate adrenaline inelegant and malcontent Calypso eclipsed on the bliss of chapped lips (I no longer exist) People smile on this My mother never raised a fist My hands shaking dust devils Outstretched towards the horizon Like a (petrified) tree (Unheard by God) (In a forest of voices) Still (As a picture frame) © 2020 R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Author's Note
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StatsAuthorR.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..WritingRelated WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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