MelodyA Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Took a second look at this, and it's actually quite good. I need to have more confidence in my writing.
Psychedelic rebellion of quelling delving Cinderella melodies
Rippling chrysalis polycrystalline hieroglyphic (psalms of concrete) omniscient nyctophilics
Anterodistal aphrodisiac in the blackness of rapture’s Lovecraftian baptism
A ballpoint pen smeared deliriously
Spearheads an army of lead under an inkblot sun’s glare
The terpsichorean rolling waves of a cloudy page
Glazed stain-glass rays of the twirling sterling grey
The turncoat buttoned up his lips on the tail end of a cliff-hanger
A cold trailblazer trying to hide a wifebeater from the winter’s deathly hollow
Winding like a music box unravelling the spiral breeze which follows
Serpentine Herculean kaleidoscopic oktavists blossom melodic
Misanthropic prophecies born from primordial oracles
Post mortem orchestras of vorpal Morningstars
Surrendering incendiaries vicariously
Melting the heart of a mountainous Valkyrie
A golden bouquet ricochets across a brass canvas of porcelain percussion
Cardiovascular ecclesiastical dilapidated laughter lackadaisical lacerations of Elysium’s aphrodisiac
Extraterrestrial people who never held a heart in their scalpel talons
The jaws of their shark smiles, their scythe
Reaping equilibriums’ prisms of schism risen from the eucalyptus of ellipsis shapeshifting
Never formed into the stanzas of an army’s verse
Never born but still to drive the hearse
Umbrellas torn from morning bliss
Mandala’s mourn, the primrose lisps
Over the pit of the stomach dangles the dumb
The skyline built over the nightlight spun
The people of the bowels of the lethal dirt
Bury the butterflies where the spiders lurk in an empty church where the ravens perch
The murky waters origami choreography of discombobulated constellations
Mirror the sulphuric derelict as he pirouettes deathlessness carnivalesque
As the crescent moon carves the stars out of these scarlet iron bars
And the cells in the body shackle the mind
And the hell has a lobby and the damned have a rhyme
Dissimulated, we swallow the moon and shine in the sunlight left behind by maestros
Like a waterfall drowning rainbows, stained in the colours beyond the blinds
Wearing our lies on the outside
An exoskeleton of parhelion envelopes the vista of eclipsing willow wisps
The inelegance of the bell toll as the nights roll the dice fold the lights cold
The ice scalds the quickdraw the nightfall with a southern drawl
Diabolical onyx, by-products of the obelisks of godlessness frolicking swallows of melancholy
Fondness of floundering Valhalla ballad amalgams hyped up on devouring valium
Menageries of psychotropic operas copulating kaleidoscopic moxie
The phosphorescent iridescent f hallucinogenic evanescence blending heavens
Labyrinthine dreams kerosine heresy
These melodies of empty fights in drawn-out days
Sketched over a blackboard of chalk outlines
Names and games of ticktacktoe amidst the snow
And the shovel takes every special snowflake to melt into a melody of elegies
And I clear the driveway of memoires, mementos, and forgotten sheet music
And play all the notes they didn’t leave behind
A ballpoint pen alone in a maelstrom of lost words sentenced to life on the page
Death’s row below the capsized dreamboat of a riverbed bending in the nightmare of lead
Into pillows of trilling cerulean guillotines pillaging vermillion waterlilies
Clouds and eyebrows that shroud the gallows of aurora borealis
And write my songs spilling from treble cleft lips
And button up the downtrodden memories that trail from my open mouth like a tied tongue
A coattail I chase into circles roundabout as I am
Trying to catch my last breath
Chasing the trail of a sentence in the dirt
The intrinsic tail-end thread of a transcendent Armageddon’s glen
Infinite labyrinthine symphonies schism prisms’ imprisonment
Scavenger of Avalon’s intangible lanterns of an amber pomegranate Atlantic
Infentesimo blessings wrestling parhelion’s indelible melody
Kaleidoscopic prophets’ gospels of apocryphal mockingbirds
A coffin of octaves blossoming phosphorescent heavens
Blending remembering hallucinogenic empires of the lilac iris
Polycrystalline hieroglyphics of andromeda polymerization
Aquamarine evenings of evangelical ceiling where we hang our abandoned plans
Pandemonium’s chthonian chromosomes
Hydrochloric Aurora borealis torrents from the forest of organs’ metempsychosis
Post mortem oracles of euphoria’s seagull cathedral
Autonomous chronological omnipotent
Incandescent coalescence of maleficent effigies of hanging tree blasphemy
The Lovecraftian Baphomet
Wingspans of nook and cranny crooked anthems
The vanity within the sporadic madness Saturn’s rings of ravenous insanity
Calamities of human heartbeats on the deaf eardrums of God
Vivid imprisoning oblivion of tumbleweed newspaper-clippings firing blanks
Knocked up on heavens doorstep
A pigpen of words that have not yet been slaughtered
In the war we’ve bathed in lead
The page a smudge of screaming faces stuck between the lines
Is it right or wrong?
Diving off the deep end of a red wine drowned heart
Spilling my inkblot heart all over the page
Staining this make-believe world me
A lost balloon
In the rain
In the rain
In the rain
Engrained
Alone in the downpour of meteors
But sticks and stones won’t break my bones
So I scarecrow among the crowd of pointed pitchforks
I lead the pencil down into its own grave
I buried my dreams alive
I dig up the past and let it fester held the cards close to my chest
Put every waking moment to rest
Living a life of death
I walk through the loose screws and hangnails of my jagged graveyard of memories
I walk under a laughing moon
I walk through the corridor of locked doors I never will open
I dream under the sun of hurricanes of winded lungs
I rust under the rain of golden plains
I draw my words on the page of my elegy
Jumpstart my heartbreak dance falling from a balcony of Valkyries
And watch my fairytale-end spiral in a hair’s breath of winter
On the back of my inukshuk pushpin neck
And sing like a bird in a cage
The most beautiful blues of a blackened sky
My ribs holding the sunken treasure of mementos
But the world refuses to listen
Only to hear the word of God, I lend an ear
Deaf itself, I listen
And hear the drop of a pin
Like a tornado, or a typhon, or a monsoon
Stitching its split lip into a smile
Kissing my cheek with it’s beaten bruised body
Holding me close(r than death itself)
Like a penny rolling down the drain
Like a crushed rose
Like a dead God
Like a broken melody
The offkey lockdown of my embracing ribs
My sheet music skin
My scream of mute tongues
My memories of guitar strings
My soul another instrument in the grim reaper’s orchestra
My maestro of death a ventriloquist of threaded strings
My arteries and veins God’s violin
My sown together voice a smile thin
My velvet limbs and vile wings
A scarecrow’s ghost, a cello’s melody
My music box winding ravelled babbling a poem
I never did do wrong
But dangled from the bonds of each chord caught in my throat, and
The wind carries my voice until it reaches your ears
But you no longer hear reason
I suppose you and I
Never knew the sound of anything but madness
The clockwork animals of God
They no longer hear
They no longer feel
They no longer love
I don’t feel a thing
Just the tailwind of another song from an empty choirs’ overscrupulous hallucinogens
For an empty heaven
Wondering if I put my words in bullet point sentences
Will I bleed the brightest colours again?
Will I hear the hum of a billion crowded slums?
From this gray morgue heart
The melody
Screams without a mouth
I am a broken instrument trying to write a symphony
Listening to the clouds that ballad slack jaws of life in their skeleton car-framed wreckage
Guess that’s what it means to minuet with the deathless
© 2021 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..Writing |