Rider

I'm trying to overcome some of my past poems, that I feel were quite excellent. I'm hoping I can make something even better. All I can do is try, so of course, I will do this with everything I have.

Welcoming the call

 

I’ll trade my life for all

 

(Balcony and stall)

 

(I fade into the walls)

 

The fatigue of paraplegic eons breathing in Elysium

 

Riding

 

Through the dandelions of silent vinyl

 

Wildflowers of cowards ballad the interstellar melody

 

Melancholy propellors of falling stars who thought they were fly

 

The sun poking out behind the cover of clouds

 

A mirror, pistol-whipping Icarus

 

An arrogant barricade of glazed eyes

 

Like a bullet-point-blank in a magazine

 

Without any good lines snorting Expurgatorius

 

Star-crossed lovers zigzag twilight drivebys

 

Tie the knot (in each other’s stomach of butterflies)

 

And leave each other hanging (from their entrails)

 

Devouring the hourglass a foamy ocean of craft beer

 

Sulphuric lyrics marrow of heroine

 

Covenants mothering the smothered brotherhoods the colour of June

 

The soundless hallelujah disembowelling Valhalla

 

Lookup sundown sideways vibrant maestros kaleidoscope

 

Groping for God’s cardboard on the boulevard

 

Omnipotent opium fogs hodgepodge slaughterhouse the glass bottles’ mouth

 

It’s not as bright as it used to be

 

How blinded people are

 

Shedding light on the shadow they cast away the dice for

 

Growing old in their ivory fields of monochrome

 

The boney wreckage broken onto the edge of the jagged razor

 

The marrow of kerosine trailblazing God’s maze again

 

Sound bonding Adonis bionic anacondas

 

Of auburn insomnia stardust rusting in the rain

 

Climbing creaking latter’s sending letters to heaven for the good word

 

The skeletons of metal frames in the scrapyard of God’s words

 

Dominatrix of the apex of matrix patriots

 

Of latex matriarchs barking lifeless bronchitis

 

Amaretto yellow-bellied belladonna fauna following the path of rapture

 

Hippopotamus gobbledegook inukshuk of the lookout of hell

 

The sculpture’s vultures of holocaust velociraptors running laps

 

With a head start around the chopping block

 

The itch of the pitch-black rasp of my slide down the rockface’s smile

 

The falling rain stains my heart blue as a summer day

 

A stream of clouds inhaled through my nose catching secondhand smoke

 

Fluttering homunculi hovering governors

 

Of stubborn motherhoods of driftwood Icarus

 

Lucid revolutionaries grooves of the aluminum fuselage

 

Sabotaging cosmos monochrome lotus swollen with osteoporosis

 

Fairy-tale wailing discombobulated maelstroms

 

Set sail on the river of tears in a paper cup

 

Tangoing dandelions mangled bangles

 

Jangle angels entangle intangible pianists

 

Mandarin amethysts zigzagging

 

Champagne canopies rambling damnation

 

Alstroemerias paraphernalia halo varicose oceans

 

Pulsing altocumulus of loose lips hiss(tory)

 

Potions of dopey osmosis chauffer

 

Dystopian dopamine colloquialism stigmatisms glitter

 

Mitochondrial discombobulated onomatopoeia

 

Outreaching the snow-bleached peaks of Elysium

 

Weaving dreamlands spangled sandwiched brambling branches of

 

Icelandic intangible dandelions

 

Diamonds silo lionhearted armadas

 

I wage war on a paycheck mate

 

Bioluminescent chess pieces pepper my skin like a Gatling gun on sandpaper

 

Samsara dharma the harvest moons perfume

 

Of Judas ludicrously rejuvenating intuitively

 

Illuminate ventricular wicker men

 

Hell bending dismembering heaven hallucinogenic

 

 Illustrations of the umbilical ventriloquistic

 

Twisting riffraff gibberish and listening vicariously

 

Cerulean pillows billowing acrylic villanelles of silicon

 

Valkyries’ immortality swivelling frivolous guillotine fertility

 

I go to hell so I could visit you

 

Paradise is another visage viewed

 

Ouroboros distorted accordions vortex flexing Lexicon

 

Chastising kaleidoscopes hitting barricades of tsunami waves

 

Welcoming the call

 

I’ll trade my life for all

 

(Alchemy enthralled)

 

(Our blade a rusty God)

 

I’m about to

 

Take you out the picture

 

This is my shot

 

We share views from a different lens

 

Flicking candle wicker men winded by the spindling

 

Echoing decibels decorate gastrointestinal

 

Cardiovascular extraterrestrial sepulchres

 

Devouring the hourglass

 

The sun centrifugal pistol-whipping Icarus

 

To climb so far just to fall in love

 

Covenants brotherhoods the colour of June

 

A different ball game for a basketcase

 

The soundless hallelujah

 

Huisheng

 

Grammatical clavicle rambling animals damaged cannibals smiling lilac

 

Dabbling in the rabbit hole to bury the bones of comatose soma

 

Woven chromosomes stoned on pheromones

 

Cloverleaf buried monasteries carelessly worn away

 

Pianists of shantytown trebuchet heavenly Deuteronomy

 

Valkyries immortality swivelling frivolous acrylic guillotine fertility

 

Hollow volcanoes cradle maelstroms malting

 

Under the waltzing waxing wanning gangrene statue of the neutered moon

 

My potbelly called the kettle black; a steampunk sunburn

 

And is a padded cell filled with people who could eat my heart out

 

Huisheng blooming cherry blossom doppelgangers

 

The sun poking out behind the cover of clouds

 

A mirror in a dim-lit prison cell

 

Or a damp washroom stall, pistol-whipping Icarus

 

Devouring the hourglass-like a foamy ocean of craft beer

 

Bottomless contemplation of onyx constellations

 

A discombobulated foggy hodgepodge

 

Of frolicking harmonies of halo maelstroms

 

It’s not as bright as it used to be

 

How blinded people are

 

Shedding light on the shadow they cast away the dice for

 

Gamble your piece of mind on a checkered board

 

Bioluminescent chess pieces

 

Polyphonic poneglyths electroconvulsive

 

Monochromatic sabbath of Avalon

 

Lavender scabbards of hazmat Vatican

 

Splatter the salamander’s rambling

 

Abaddons’ gladiators

 

See ensemble dangling piano

 

Babbling dabbling mavericks

 

Eclipse the lips of Sanskrit gypsies

 

Analytical mitzelplik day drifting polycrystalline

 

Willow wisp abyssal ripples of wicker omniscience

 

Singing f**k the system again my silo hieroglyphics

 

The distant symptoms of in-sync rhythm

 

Dimmer oblivions scimitar kwanza harmonies

 

Corneas Morningstar barbie dolls

 

Barbiturates barbecue the darling harlequin

 

Monarchistic missionaries without clarity

 

Flaring lariat secretariat presbyterian prairielands

 

Shed light like bioluminescence

 

Chess-pieces of slipknotted thoughts like a chainlink fence

 

A necklace of evanescent predestined predecessors of Everest

 

Ukrainian rainbows of animating Himalayans

 

Against the Plato grains of alienated Salem

 

Riddles of imprisoned rivers slithering gibberish defibrillate amaryllis killers

 

Gastrointestinal celestials or cardiovascular astronauts

 

Dilapidated Lancaster molasses in a shot glass house that throws up stoned

 

Calling the shots

 

Take you out the picture

 

I’m about to

 

Lovecraftian

 

After everything that’s happened

 

Nothing can be normal again

 

Pointing the finger at me like the needle on a broken record

 

Writing lines on the blank slate of the flesh

 

Slitting the throat into another smile

 

Sculpting the formless words from the smokestack of my mouth

 

Burning away until malleable

 

Until clay putty squished between the thumb and forefinger of God

 

Bent and balled in the palm

 

Misshapen into a better man

 

Repeating the same actions without any different results, revolt

 

Revolutionaries cut their hands free from the shackles of God

 

Wildflowers welcoming Valkyries

 

Climbing violet iris of wildfire violins

 

Millennia edifice the crescent’s tip

 

Lucifer’s crucifix

 

All that glitters isn’t gold

 

Combing chromosomes of loathsome Mona Lisa

 

Dripping lithium school(ing fish) tripping

 

Minstrel’ing oblivions

 

Luminaries booming

 

Cruising crackling

 

Cackling blackjacks

 

Backflip sacrilege on the edge of the coming

 

Sunny dredging of sledgehammer megalomania

 

Cardiovascular ancestors anchor in the Atlantic pancreas

 

Rocketing apocryphal

 

Cellos envelop cerebellum

 

Nebulous celestials of mandala andromeda collage Molotov

 

Knowing my footnote like the back of my hand

 

The world that couldn’t hold the weight of my words

 

Twists its tongue like a loose screw getting hammered

 

The people I call my family that slowly kill me

 

In order to live in chaos

 

A landscape of muddy sunsets

 

Drowning in the algorithms of moonlit prisms

 

And I go still

 

As the world moves on

 

Like an old man who is far too used to torture

 

Numb to the pain it didn’t have to feel

 

Death is an old friend

 

I ride with him

 

I don’t go back on my word

 

Leave my foreword at the start of the end

 

There’s only so far I can go

 

Mastering the plot when I’m buried in the gravel

 

Unravelling the Gatling staccato of my own shadow

 

Find my own path through the ashes the asters of rapture’s balaclava

 

Captured vast earths birthing serpentine Herculean

 

Burying marionettes of feathered deserts like a never-ending reverend

 

Of a devastated heaven

 

A pendulum of requiems crepuscular vasectomy

 

I was beaten into the ground just to sprout from the roots

 

Of flattened flowers blooming luminous ludicrous

 

Now I tower overpowering Valhalla

 

In the patch of grass a slack jaw’s hourglass

 

Pastures bastion basilisks crafting Lovecraftian ecclesiastical dilapidation

 

My fist raised high above the mountains’ balcony of Valkyries’ Albion

 

To be the king without a crown

 

  Looking for a hole to stumble down

 

To be brought to my knees

 

And bleed another summit’s seed

 

Carnival’s armadas carnal daughters of unharnessed darkness

 

Overreaching seething cloverleafs

 

Of fleecy equilibrium’s rhythm grieving a breathing Elysium churning the words

 

Curling sterling metallurgical hurricanes

 

Riding the leviathans of iron chain choir

 

Kaleidoscopes iris blighting titans of cytoplasm

 

Orgasms in lavender avenues

 

Never to see the sunlight

 

A life ripe for the picking rots on the vine

 

The bells of hellfire came calling frolicking in their moccasins

 

Offspring’s toppling crossbreeds of monoliths gondola

 

In the soundless debris of an endless sea

 

Canoes of coffins lost and forgotten dreams sail free flailing weeds

 

Under the thunder of broken glass trees

 

Bottling bottomless auburn tsunamis harvested from boneyard Tartarus

 

Drowsy drowning on the cloudy breeze

 

Mayflowers disembowel my vowels

 

Tie-dye skylines climax dying intertwined

 

With iris of Nihilist skyscrapers silo violated dialects

 

Digitals ribbons of schisms imprison prisms of rhythm’ deliverance

 

Rivers of forgiveness riddle swimming primrose

 

Scimitars of limerick visionaries livid with equilibrium

 

Prairie's varicose coasting oceans of osteoporosis

 

Winding up the clockwork of my ticking heart

 

Until my time is over

 

Riding through the motions of noiselessness

 

Recoiling my fingers in the ricochet of day reflecting off my glasses

 

Like a memory of the lost isles of my silence

 

Reverberating currents blurring in the slurring of surging eternities

 

Still as your picture

 

Riding in your unrealistic daydreams forever

 

Welcoming the call

 

I’ll trade my life for all

 

(Valkyries that fall)

 

(I slay this masquerade and crawl)

 

 

 

Bottom Line

 

 

 

Answering the call

 

Curdling blood, I draw

 

And shoot out with the mob

 

With my pointer finger aimed at them

 

Bang

 

Entrails railroad the comatose ghost

 

Of broken oceans spoken locomotives

 

Posing frozen lotion glaucoma coasts of osteoporosis

 

Recoiling the well-oiled spill of syllables

 

Over the hills of amaryllis my ventriloquist

 

Villainous guillotines

 

Dreaming acrylic umbilical calligraphy pigment stigmas lingering signatures

 

Looking for signs of life among pillaged billboards

 

Disembodied by the Godlessness

 

Your pulse is my tightrope deciphering the microphone meteoric agoraphobic

 

A fine line between the black and white picture frames

 

The canyon of megalomanic dangling shadowlands

 

Span the avenues of diabolic andromedas

 

Like a felt tipped pen

 

A mirage of polyphonic collages disembodied by the Godlessness

 

Volumes of columns solace churches’ merchants

 

Of purpose and mercuries lethal Prometheus

 

I’m an outline of your silhouette

 

Getting down on myself knocked up to cloud nine and the bottom line is

 

If you fell for me

 

You’d be quite the catch

 

You were always drop dead gorgeous

 

I’m still climbing

 

On edge with the world

 

Cutting deeper than the flesh

 

Chewing through aluminum

 

Frolicking thralls of Neapolitan andromedas 

 

Monoliths of August samsara bargaining with armadas of Tartarus

 

Raining incendiary memories

 

A pyre’s kaleidoscope

 

Forgetting heaven to remember Armageddon

 

Empires diving in the limelight of Plato’s maelstrom

 

Another failure slayed by saviours

 

Depraved of haven’s lackadaisical lacerated prairielands

 

Buried by the bloody hands of God

 

In the smoggy sabotage of origami mantras

 

Of dogma tsunamis in bottomless chorography

 

Of a cloaked figurines Stygian oblivion

 

Of sanguine dreams, brambled hangman

 

Strangling the annuls of dandelions

 

The strands of fate

 

Dolls burning eternities in waterboarding hallucinatory Ouroboros

 

Expurgatorius corneas malformed orders of purgatory

 

At the stake

 

Riding asylum wide awake

 

Holding the reins of another war waged to the end of days

 

As the flowers bend and sway

 

Marionettes vicariously buried in the prosperity of an arrogant sun

 

An open mouth with empty lungs

 

Centuries of penitentiary’s born young

 

Strung up by the stars of guitar strings as their Gods sing whispering

 

Polycrystalline ringing infinite Olympians’ gypsies

 

Of crimson symphonies of winters’ photosynthesis

 

A linguistic imprint of Sanskrit chrysalis

 

Abyss, a bottle of wine, the (last/bottom) line, of a kaleidoscope

 

A cardiovascular labyrinth of lavender cadavers avalanching Saturns

 

Of madness megalomanic planetariums

 

Ferrying alstroemerias wisteria clarinet limericks rich in serendipitous eclipse

 

Briskly strangling tranquility

 

In an umbilical mildew illuminating lucid crusaders

 

Riding the extraterrestrial semblance

 

The crescent resonance of remembrance

 

An iridescent sepulchre’s bloom

 

The colour of June

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

[Ethan]

This is an Iconic piece of work!

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you! :)

[Ethan]

Welcome! You're doing great!

[Nix is typing...]

I really like this, RJ...it's so...god, there's word for it, but It doesn't wanna seem to come to mind, rest assured, it's a very good poem. :) The pictures go along with it great, too!
"I’m still climbing
On edge with the world
Cutting deeper than the flesh
Chewing through aluminum" - I really liked these lines (along with the rest of the others) I loved the vocabulary you used in this. Thanks for sharing!

Kindly, Nix ❤️️

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

And thank you for the read! :) I'm sure we will both improve as writers over the years, wishing you the best.

[Nix is typing...]

It was my pleasure! I agree with that, seventeen isn't exactly a prime writing age...so I'm sure I'll get better with time, and someone who's like...six (I wanna say six?) years older than me will certainly approve with time! Thank you for that, I'm wishing you the best as well. :)

[Danny Metcalfe]

I think this is very good. I especially like the lines:
'How blinded people are
Shedding light on the shadow they cast away the dice for
Growing old in their ivory fields of monochrome
The boney wreckage broken onto the edge of the jagged razor
The marrow of kerosine trailblazing God’s maze again
Sound bonding Adonis bionic anacondas of auburn insomnia stardust rusting in the rain
Climbing creaking latter’s sending letters to heaven for the good word
The skeletons of metal frames in the scrapyard of God’s words'

Very good indeed.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Always happy to share, especially with such good company. I have a lot of respect for you as a fellow writer, I'll be waiting for your next poem.

[Patricia Wedel]

OK... so I am a Grandmother... none the less
I see a lot of reality in your poetry... the World is turning at a fast Pace for the human race. I see the beauty of the skeleton as we all carry ours with us through Eternity. There is also Beauty in Nature. I appreciate your writing ability... perhaps you have talent for Forensic Art.. truly, Pat

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you Pat! :)