Once Present

The inevitable end is just beginning.

Once Present

 

I brought up the past to become the future

 

Winding spirals of Rorschach lilac aphrodisiac masquerades

 

Sanguinary amethysts of granite Lazarus pits

 

Leafy Prometheus seeping dreamy ebony methamphetamine

 

Blending memories of the deepest green

 

Hand my heart out on an unpaved street

 

Open up my cage and set my spirit free

 

Let my ribs gurgle like a stream

 

The brooks babbling Avalon

 

An avalanche of cannabis tarantula amputees

 

Dancing with praying mantis canopies of gangrene families

 

Satellites of billowing umbilical willows

 

Pillows of primrose pinprick gypsies hieroglyphics ricochet eclipse

 

Enter the peninsula with a halo of entrails derailing marionettes

 

The satin apparitions of ecclesiastical castaways

 

Misty rays of seance dawn on auburn Mars

 

Eviscerate chaos' pawn on andromeda

 

Tattoo plateaus of rainbow railroads

 

Gale fairytales wail carols of marigold

 

Vinyl chimaera chime like a bell in the primordial aurora borealis

 

Yaldabaoth’s open mouth umbrellas balaclavas

 

Of Nirvana’s cataclysms risen prism

 

In euthanasia’s jubilation recuperating oasis of jade hurricanes

 

Onyx monikers carnival of harmonies embargo reincarnate armadas of staccato

 

Opal aroma metempsychosis vorpal as the morning clearing into eerie immaterial clergy

 

Of the burgundy metallurgy of earth upon the serpentine daydream of reality spindle

 

Like the beautiful sterling silver twirling amaryllis of a ballerina’s widow

 

Nothing lasts forever

 

It changes,

 

Collapsing in on itself

 

Until it becomes something new

 

Like the bulb of a flower in the dirt

 

We are delicate petals on the wind

 

We are the prickly thorns of a rose

 

We are an ever-changing garden of Eden

 

Someday, small men will invent life, be gods

 

And be the creator of something we too will never understand

 

Never know, never love.

 

And we too might discard delicate flower petals

 

As dust on an aromatic wind

 

And grow something else in our gardens

 

Forge new weapons

 

Plant new seeds

 

Write new poems

 

Lose track of time leaving footprints in the sand

 

And walk our own paths into solitude’s shadow

 

A desert rose skygazing from the peak of Mount Everest

 

Screaming psalms from the throat of the world

 

Rusty saxophones grasping Adam’s apple awhirl  

 

Letting our fingers curl into seashells of a hurricane’s pearl

 

 

 

 

 

Metamorphosis

We leave behind the cocoon of a casket,

 

 

When the dreamers of metamorphosis

 

 

Reimagine sleep

 

 

Like the birth of a butterfly

 

 

Isn't the end of a man

 

 

We stretch our back muscles and shoulder bones

 

 

Into wings

 

 

And forget how to fly

 

 

Kites that sail through the shrapnel wind of an aching ocean’s pavement

 

 

Caught in the walking tendrils of tree-limbs

 

 

The arms of angels

 

 

Like a dusty sidewalk

 

 

A cracked mirror

 

 

An urn

 

 

Life amidst the dusty plains of heaven's memories

 

 

A shell of a man

 

 

I like to think

 

 

Is free

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

[light and ashes]

Wow, at the last poem featured here! Utterly brilliant and breathtakingly beautiful! I'm guessing this is the writing I helped inspire? It is amazing! So much better than the poem that inspired it!

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I thought it was perplexing and interesting. Give yourself more credit. If it inspires me, I think it’s a great poem. Thanks for sharing it, without it, this poem wouldn’t exist. And I’m glad you like this poem, you certainly gave me a lot to think about, so I had to write some of that down. Hopefully sometime I’ll write something that inspires you. Who knows?

[light and ashes]

You're too kind.
:)
thank you