New Word

Something I've been working on for a while now. I may likely be adding more, I don't think I'm finished. Made a second part, third, and fourth. Happy with it. May still continue though.

New Word

 

 

 

Babylonian crows of telephone poles

 

Sitting among clovers on the shoulders of lowly pandemonium

 

Lofty Rorschach astronauts

 

Blood-clot slipknot inkblots

 

Dotting (cobbler) esophagus’

 

Of phosphorous Andromedas

 

Monoliths of floundering kilometres in Catholicism

 

Of onomatopoeia collaging

 

Mitochondrial abominations unravelling cataclysms in stygian infinity

 

The river Styx swallows the old world

 

Spits out the new world’s words like

 

Chicken bones picked clean of bulimic lunacy

 

Your love a bullet locked into the chamber of my heart

 

Knockback of whiskey getting loaded

 

When I take a shot aiming sluggishly

 

The flaws of unpausing comradery recoiling ovaries

 

Mausoleums of colosseums

 

Under ceilings of evil cathedrals

 

Screaming bipedal anemic elysian

 

The psychotic fauna of audio

 

Wrapped in daffodils of ivory dandelions kaleidoscope

 

Wyvern’s doped throttling the venomous engines of a clandestine reverends hemorrhage

 

Bent in the palm of my hand

 

The broken hourglass of sand

 

Time running through my wet fingers like a

 

A muddy sunset gaunt with collages

 

The tighter I clench my fist

 

The more it falls through

 

The (eaves)trough of my fingers

 

In the drought of crumbling mumblings people are thirsty for blood

 

It flows

 

Like a flatline

 

Until it doesn’t anymore

 

Anchored stagnant brambled mannequins

 

Of sanguine disfunction homunculi

 

Rorschach refractory molasses shackling alabaster masquerades

 

Lucid crucibles of fuchsia crucifixion of Lucifer’s fiction

 

As rivers ribbon and schism

 

To stigmatisms obliteration by alliterations

 

Chameleons, double helixes of frequency

 

Trailblazing grenades fairytale halos hangnail azaleas

 

Wavey mosaics of laced vapour aether

 

Lacerating palpitations of God

 

Madman pianists of the splattered anvil of a ransomed canvas

 

Temples of frayed corn mazes, jailbird mosaics shaken unmistaken

 

Bathing in waves sailing maelstroms of frail azaleas

 

The ruins of a musical illusion ruminating in lunacy

 

Rustling in the wind, incendiary stereo marionettes of God’s chariot

 

Babbling labyrinths abandoned entangled

 

In your star-spangled mangroves

 

Fleecy Lamborghinis on your dreamy freeways

 

Uneasy neon Elysium grieving for a dead heaven

 

Pulling itself up and out of the dirt

 

(Crawling its way from hell’s laughing mouth)

 

Walking along the trail

 

Hiking across the scarred craters of a bombarded earth

 

In the desert of a cracked sidewalk

 

In the field of ferns thirsty for dandelions

 

In the unblinking eyes of a blind(ly loving) God

 

Watching the people who don’t want to be seen

 

Disappearing, fading to black

 

Hanging from the winding curves of the curtains

 

Unravelling madness in the gelatinous staccato

 

Their spiralling kaleidoscope

 

Show and tell

 

Lost and found

 

Pick up the pieces

 

(Putting myself back together; a clock, a jigsaw of thoughts)

 

(A conscience, madness and love, identity, what makes me tick)

 

Death to the sound (of mind)

 

Hearing reason and shouting nonsense

 

Unable to find our way (crawling) back home

 

Hatred marinating in the psychosis

 

A meal to madness and the crows

 

Circling like a beacon to God

 

The meat on the bones

 

Speaks to me

 

But all I hear is the constant ringing

 

Of a world where everything dies

 

In the pit of my eardrums

 

A stomach of sound pulled tautly over

 

Swallowing itself inwards crumpling Rumpelstiltskin

 

Turning double-helixes into fool’s gold

 

They don’t eat raw meat

 

A taste of what is to come

 

My blood is boiling

 

My brain fried

 

Devouring the moon

 

Eaten alive

 

Regurgitating (murky eternities of) the new word

 

From the shell of the old one’s uncertainty

 

A crippled chrysalis

 

Giving birth to a child I couldn’t stomach

 

It left a hole where my sanity used to be

 

You fill my cup

 

But I don’t (smoke or) drink (in high spirits)

 

So I pour this world down the drain

 

With a dry throat

 

Swallowing only the truth

 

As it eats away at me

 

Digesting its contents until I’m full of myself

 

 

 

Spiritually Mad

 

 

 

Acrylic villas of basilicas of umbilical syllables

 

Riddling the trills of amaryllis

 

Capillaries pillaged ventriloquists of syllable villages

 

Artists of Tartarus barter martyrdom

 

To the slums of steampunk umbras thunderous

 

Extravaganzas in labyrinths of Lazurus babbling

 

Tattered balaclavas lathered in madness’s gasoline

 

Breathing legionaries phoenixes

 

The ivory towers of Babel’s Valhalla

 

Intestinal testament the resurrection of genesis

 

Emptiness a senseless bliss

 

Pestilence echoing leprosy in the decibels

 

Of an incandescent indefinite inclandestine eclipse

 

Fossils of toppled doppelgängers domino

 

Row by row spiralling hyacinths cloaked

 

Frothing from the droplets of the Holocaustic esophagus

 

A daydream screaming blossoming

 

From the shotgun opera of a closed-lipped sarcophagus

 

Splendid embryos wrestling tempestuous

 

Get dropped like an album

 

To the beat of your eardrums

 

Hanging by a bloodline

 

Phantasmagorical Morningstar contorting corneas of aurora borealis

 

Orchestras of incorporeal terpsichorean onomatopoeia

 

The track marks of tears running across my dirty face a tractor

 

Slick with the mud blood of the earth

 

Sunset racing and rolling down the tumbling summit

 

Tumbleweed homunculi freefalling off the bridge of my nose

 

Vorpal euphoria born in the spores of an orbiting hydrofluoric cornea

 

Neapolitan frolicking Catholicism camouflaging

 

The bottomlessness halogens pollinating strawberry andromeda

 

The thralls of diabolical cosmos

 

Polishing the ovulating polymerization

 

Of kaleidoscopic copious motionless oceans

 

Boundless Machiavellian altitudes of wildflower gallows of metallic Valkyries

 

Perpetually crepuscular maleficent celestial extraterrestrials

 

Omnidirectional Nephilim receptacle’s hecatomb wrestling in specular sepulchres

 

Wrestling within crepuscular blessings the infinitesimal nectarines of vesicular embryos

 

The low hanging fruit rotting on the vine, pupils of translucent juniper

 

Sprouting from the mouth of God

 

And the flower petals’ eulogy

 

Of hell’s belly belching ferns in metallurgy

 

Ions behind the borderline kaleidoscope

 

Intertwining homogenizing reminders rewinding skylines’ Zion

 

Messengers fond of wandering kilometres in mitochondria

 

Brandishing amaranthine anguish

 

Star-spangled dandelions of fragile snowflakes of mayhem’s daybreak

 

The domain of acres of spiralling lilac formaldehyde

 

Maelstroms of ageless angel azaleas sprouting from the pores of God

 

Bottled organs of Ouroboros without an origin

 

Till the loose ends of the earth

 

Tie the knot and strangle themselves in the string theory of a cat’s cradle

 

A chord ringing out in the nothing without an answer

 

Unplugged from the amp

 

Calling out inwardly incendiary

 

Hazel tornadoes of lazy ladled alstroemerias

 

Prairies of vicarious paradox pockmarked archangels

 

Coughing phlegm from their ancient weeping willow lungs

 

Death throes of baritone chromosomes comatose

 

Seeping through the peaks of equilibrium

 

Rhythm schisms imprisoned in the abyss

 

Of acrylic willow tree guillotines polycrystalline priscillas ventriloquism

 

The fingers pulling the scabs from the skin

 

To feel something beating

 

At the door to a broken-down heart

 

One in the chamber

 

Revolving, reaching out to the hole at the end

 

Of the barrel to the sky

 

For freedom

 

Ricocheting through celestial bodies becoming one

 

Lost

 

A silencer for those who shout

 

Echoing across time and space

 

Triggering the big bang

 

From a drive-by on the milky way

 

Photo-shooting-star-crossed lovers

 

 

 

Promises and Bedtime Stories

 

 

 

Chemicals resonate hazel azaleas

 

Tornadoes of sable halos railroad

 

Frolicking hallelujah hypnotic melancholia clockwork hypothesis

 

Holocaust’s lost in the afterthought

 

Timeless rhyming riding hydras kaleidoscopes

 

Fireflies in the Nile of lies

 

Disoriented corneas, an orderly vortex

 

Perplexed by its (own) mechanisms

 

Chasing maelstroms’ coattails

 

Swimming through the channels of radio waves

 

Through the stream like a commercial vessel

 

Frail veils of braille azaleas cottontail

 

Rocking cocktails of maracas phosphorus Cocytus

 

Colossal apostles of the blossoming apocalypse

 

Lofts of autopsy turvy sterling hurricanes of cold rain

 

Flocking to city blocks of clockwork

 

Indoctrinated off nocturne’s gospels

 

Foxtrotting velociraptors backtracking raptures of apathy

 

Gardens of harbouring harbingers bombarding insomnias’ armada

 

Bartender alstroemerias azaleas cat’s cradle

 

The veils of seance spawning andromeda’s of heart’s and cartilage

 

A maze of opaque masquerading trailblazing mosaics

 

Halo maelstroms of lonely golden molten dystopian osmosis

 

Copious red-throated broaches of outspoken hostesses

 

Interloping in the motionless cornucopia

 

Groping for the cloaked figure of a midnight sun

 

Oceans lisp the colloquialism and jump the gun

 

Meadows parhelion umbrellas mandalas nebulous

 

Embryos pebbles peddled by rebellions interstellar melody

 

Moulding ambrosial somas of ozone melatonin

 

Thrones of meadowlands’ cadavers avalanche anarchy

 

Ominous mantras psalms mitochondria bombshells of homonyms

 

Bottomless cauldrons of rollicking polymers

 

The butterscotch of a hollow Molotov

 

Discombobulate down to the follicle diabolical

 

Of matted lavender lava of a balaclavas’-

 

-Addled magic a ceramic avalanche

 

Terpsichorean Elysians of the chameleon phoenix

 

Breathing in herculean dreamlands

 

Spanning banners of dangling bangles

 

Mangled sandalwood anvils of a mechanical canvas of amethysts’ stanzas

 

Entangled aneurisms stalagmite and stalactite satellites

 

 Rambling pianos of Babylon’s neo-Angelo

 

Pantheons pendulums decrescendo wendigos of evangelical parhelion

 

Coagulating the shapeless platelets

 

In the aethereal gates of paper cranes insane malaise

 

The transmutation ink-stained elation

 

The hammock sabbath of a dithyrambic ambiances’ creation

 

The fleecy clouds amalgamate

 

To the pallet vowels of an acoustic hallelujah

 

The bowels of the hooting barn owl’s growl

 

Howling to Valkyries and dismantled nine realms on alkaline balconies

 

Practicing the waxing wane of alchemy

 

In the shadow of blue moon luminous

 

Plumes of varicose ghosts of plumerias

 

Barricade the shade of everglades

 

A serenade to silent plays

 

Concerto of wisteria lariat to marionettes

 

Symphonies of obsidian infinity riveting

 

Unravelling the flora of an expurgatorius cornea

 

The second-story building foundations illuminating jewels of azure

 

Listening to whispers of the pixyish abyss at the bedside of a low tide

 

The moon jubilant with the illusions of the unusual

 

The words of the page sprawling in its molecules

 

Separate the letters chorus of the disoriented brethren(’s Armageddon)

 

Of the fictional kiss, the bliss of eucalyptus

 

Eclipsing omnificent fictitious wishes

 

On a fallen star painting the window enkindled

 

Crinkling the twinking of the third eye

 

The story an Ouroboros of cobalt Mozart

 

The sound of amalgams album the starry polymer

 

All a dream

 

Waking up with many in my head

 

Made up of them

 

A hot air balloon

 

Ready to pop

 

Seeing in colour,

 

The clamour of the clouds (gelato)

 

Crawling to the (Neapolitan) call of a rondo

 

In a world of grey beyond the wooden fence

 

 

 

 

(Tomorrow’s) Mine

 

 

 

 

An incendiary cemetery of memories demiurge eternally

 

The verbal purgatory of God’s word

 

Hallucinogenic asafoetida presbyterian-

 

-Marionettes pirouette the dance of death

 

Neon mantras discombobulating

 

Constellations of californication

 

Branching amaranthine unanswering

 

Dancers of prancing jasmine ravage avenues of Jude

 

We can only be so full of light to cast a shadow

 

The Wickerman a scythe born from the broken back of a pine

 

Watered with the blood of Christ

 

The cane that keeps us walking

 

The infinite cities that chrysalis the tongue tip of abyss

 

Reaching out the skyscrapers sprout like flowers

 

Towards the resin of heaven

 

The cold primordials of metamorphosis in the eyes of a sunrise

 

The blinding horizons intertwining whining lilac geysers

 

Of sublime violet lullabies dilated iris

 

The bride of Nihilism

 

The pestilential blunt pencil of existentialism

 

The led casings of a scrawled page and

 

The lost rage in the wake of a new day and

 

Have we forgotten our own wingspans damned to be

 

A rambling humanity

 

The way we were born to fly in the hurricane’s eyes

 

The way we cage the stage-lights

 

And bury the cross in the road of tomorrow

 

The sorrow of not knowing our vision

 

When our third eye never opens

 

When we take the heaven we’ve been given

 

And the sunlight that has risen

 

From the clouds and from the prisms

 

How is it that we lack the rhythm

 

That we cannot see deliverance?

 

So riveting

 

The guillotine of our daydreams’ Helios’ speleothem

 

Phoenix with the scenery of a creamy Elysian

 

How we muzzle the jaw

 

And hold back our God

 

How the tumble of words from our winding mouths

 

Of clockwork faces smiling violins

 

Is chained to the ball our ankles

 

How we could

 

(Cram our mouths while) Cry(ing)

 

 out a psalm and still hear nothing

 

Who to dial out-gone and steer homunculus

 

However, the words become us, clear

 

I hear the background noises of lost voices

 

(Poised to pounce on every sound or second)

 

Stumbling on the shaky ground

 

Between the earth and heaven

 

Were we not born sprouting wings

 

From the crevices of our broken backs?

 

The scars that blossom in the vines of islands of butterflies

 

The ricocheting whiplash of our bodies in motion

 

A colloquial ocean dystopian in locomotive ovaries

 

The expulsion of the revolvers door

 

The ballroom of our vulgar mourn

 

Are we not born from the hands of our Lord?

 

The mouths of saints

 

The bones of fate

 

Burying ourselves like a flower

 

Feeling the wind crawling underneath

 

(The leather of) our (weatherbeaten) feathers?

 

 Stallions revolting altocumulus blooming illuminous

 

Under the endeavour of our resonance

 

Are we not an empty church, sentinels to a Rorschach God

 

Racing through life without a direction

 

Making angels of inkblots

 

More man than God

 

Less great than saints

 

Slaves tied to fate

 

Lost to what we find

 

To feel the weight of our empty sins

 

To steal the hate of a pencil’s whim?

 

My skin has not yet been coloured by your painted words

 

I have listened but have not been heard

 

And in my heart there is a hallway of doors

 

Leading nowhere

 

Winding forth

 

The intercourse of boorish endorphins corpses of Morpheus

 

Dreams leukemia reasonless treasons of bipedal seasons primeval regents

 

The seagulls dine on the docks of this empty rock

 

And the torrent(’s cornea) and the flock

 

The Apocrypha's opera nocturne of indoctrinated séance dawns in the fatherhood

 

Of the inukshuk woods

 

The sheets of rock raised like castles balancing in the sand

 

Where the people peddle pebbles

 

Petals of rosellas swivelling silicon umbilical

 

Cellos mandala dishevelled ghettos umbrellas nebulas

 

Retina leprechaun of novellas

 

Cinderella’s velvet belladonna vanilla acapella

 

And the people come to life

 

In this kingdom here of mine

 

Where I teach Gods how to fly

 

And the hallways that we roam

 

And the ends of the unknown

 

And the place that I call home

 

And the pace of worlds I’ve sown

 

And the blindness I’ve been shown

 

Will lead me to the place

 

To find some kind of grace

 

Where we finally meet face to face

 

As I followed you through life and its many convoluted intersections

 

And transgressions maleficent with questioning

 

The infinitesimal iridescence of resurrection’s indefinite epitome

 

And the madness in my mind

 

Will finally unwind

 

Ravelling avenues Saturns

 

Cytoplasmic stratospheres of Gatling anatomy

 

And maybe you’ll tell me,

 

(lost to endless bending hours amalgam,) in time

 

What it means to fly

 

And it will finally be mine

 

In this empty mind

 

(Of wastelands)

 

(As space spans time)

 

(A magic trick between the cuffed hands of a clock)

 

(The shape of my shadow an avalanche brick by brick a city block)

 

(Of hallucinogenic memories compendium revenants of chance)

 

(Surrendering to bending weatherman September again)

 

(Waking up to the sleep tongue and cheek)

 

(Taste the peak at the bottom of the sea)

 

All mine

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

[Arundass TP]

Good images and really good poem. Enjoyed altogether.

[adornoscousin]

This poetry is like an oracle. Giving us meanings we need to decipher.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Glad you enjoyed it! :) There's a lot of poems I've written that are cryptic. You might like some of my latest ones.

[wordman]

great write my friend,,loved the imagery

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you! :)

[wordman]

you`re welcome

[Nix is typing...]

As always R.J., This is really good, I loved your use of vocabulary, it makes the imagery in the poem so vivid and the pictures go along really well with it, thanks for sharing.

Kindly, Nix ❤️️

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

And thank you for reading, your kind words give me confidence to keep writing. :)

[Nix is typing...]

That makes me happy to hear you say that :) You're very welcome :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

The world these days is an ugly truth that is hard to swallow.
There are those who try to establish that they are doing bad things in the name of God...no, he would not be inclined to agree. Violence in his name is not truth.
Life has a lot to digest...a lot. I agree with the brain being fried and the blood boiling...I am often in that boat lately...and I don't like where the captain is steering this ship.
This write is compelling...not sure I grasp all of what is said here, but so much of it makes sense that it scares me. I think the world has clogged my drain...I am looking for my Liquid Plummer to wash it down.
Intense piece of writing...a little long, but still kept my attention and reaction on high alert.
j.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you so much for the read Jacob. Glad you enjoyed it. We live in a world where the past is easily forgotten, along with wisdom past generations have learned. I don't want to forget.