Once MoreA Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)I wrote a poem called Once in the past. This is the same poem with minor changes. I felt could not overwrite this work. So there will be two separate versions now.Part I
Once
In the opera of a crosswalk
In the lap of a city street
In the arms of the sun’s mother
In the smile of a rockface
The palm leaves sprouting
From what I know like the back of my hand
Rhinestone bracelets, flowers, shackles of our bonds
Chainsmokers of the moonlight scythe
Run from the daylight like the cradle of a shadow’s avenue
The stars leaping before an endless night
As if in fear of God’s touch
Once I was a bright devil of a Morningstar
Once I was a cold beer in an empty fridge
The leather-bound pages that I wore like a second skin
The children that laugh at the mention of my name
And the suffering, and the bullets, guns, war, and poison
Once, I was a regular soul drowning among so many pebbles
I was a good song after another long night of silence
I was laughter that we all shared
Laughed at
Once, I regain my voice
I will sing a beautifully sad love song
Of death’s destiny knot to tangle with life
And strangle himself blind as a double-helix in the twilight's bondage
Once, he was a lowly blemish of static on a television
Once, he was a stain of mildew on the steps of a crooked church
He too, believed in a god who was not a saviour
Not a saviour, but a watchman, a storyteller
And he too, was once
Something human, ordinarily unique
And we wore the skull and crossbones, tongue and cheek
Of a shipwrecked flag across our faces, together
Like a mask
So that the tears, would never fall
And when I entered the dance of this masquerade
I forgot the look of my own face
Crying in front of the bathroom mirror
Like a monster made for gentlemen to slay
Like a beast that was human on the inside
Among beasts that were human on the outside
Once before
And again, again, smile, smile like you’ve never smiled before in your sad life
Like the world cares enough to flinch
When it sees you bare your teeth as yet another burden's direction
When it sees fear in your eyes like its own reflection
(To double-cross the headlines of perfection)
(The sweetest cure for the infection)
(To master lessons meant to question)
(Move an inch for every misstep’s apprehension)
(Every crescendo crescents Everest vessels sceptre speckles resonance incandescent)
We all have our cross to carry
Till nothings left but ash to bury
A canoe across the moon to ferry
The tranquil remains of aimless picture frames
Echoed manifestos blessing tempos vesicular
With the resurrected tempestuous effigies on the breeze of Bethlehem’s Nephilim’s sepulchre
As the world moves forward without looking back
And every star in the night sky, goes black
Once there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the lord
But silence doesn’t care for music, does it?
A storm of spirits frothing never calm
A cauldron's swan of mantras spawned by penumbra’s triumphant cause a trumpeter’s swan
But my words are not a silly song
Carved in hearts turned apples, ebbing dawn
And once the apple falls from grasping trees
I will be the ashes on the breeze
(Steel hearts on edge, a petty thief)
But I will never up and take my leave
For if the play were yet to end
You would forget my memory once again
Waxing and waning in complacent polymerization
Chiselling vermillion from the bark of monarch butterflies
Baptismal cerulean basilicas of skylines' wine wandering winding wider iris under eyelids
Death a priestess of terpsichorean mausoleums reaping sweeping creases Eden's Mona Lisa
Sculpted exulting frolicking alters where diabolical martyrs flounder auburn mitochondria
The crown of trees worn by the worms of the forest's tune
Somewhere between the sun and moon
A wildflower, once, has bloomed
Pull the weed out by the roots
And if you have any bonds, then keep them loose
Lest your enemy be a towering spruce
For the crows will watch you
From their roost
A bed of nails, or just a tooth
Any branch
Could be your noose
Part II
And the maiden, the widow, called Night
Will take off her kaleidoscope mask like a weeping willow
Revealing a bottomless God rippling on velvet chains
The cornucopia of a supernova bearing fangs
Dangling without a name
Only smiling in a picture frame
Defiling nihilism's victory
Wiped from the memory of history
Under sunlight blistering
The starlight a glistening missionary
A blackbird's chariot of carrion
An acting marionette vicarious
Contracting refractory blasphemy castrated afterimages
Of alabaster swirling hurricanes pirouette elastic chastity of a masquerade of basilisks
Lazulite stalagmites of rhinestone kaleidoscopes
Piano recital dialing vinyl climbing landlines homicidal lilac in spiral (silo denial)
Like the beautiful rose of a maelstrom's ghost
I am a crack on a shell, an abyss of a yoke
A slack-jaws yell, a nightmare awoke
Born inside out, a hollow-hearted host
A hangnail unravelling from a telephone poll
I am a bell's parabellum, I'm payed to toll and toil with voila
Smoldering from my corneas
The night takes off her mask,
Revealing God;
A lazy elephant charging through a jungle of tears.
Sometimes I look into the abyss;
And see my own dark reflection
So much more flaw than beauty
The prairies chandeliers of marigold
The shambling dandelions of hangmen
Intertwining bleeding terpsichorean Ferris wheel paraplegic
Meanwhile I sleep in a waking nightmare
Of darkness’s own distorted courtyards in motion
Like a contortionist of rigour mortis
Like the party host of spectres born abortions of the inside
Eat your coldheart out like a soft served sentence
Once, I was a tear rolling down the side of an empty glass
Once I was a forest of empty arms hoping to cradle love I'd yet to lose
Cherry blossoms blooming their loose screws jubilant in a lucid Jerusalem
Rotting, is the sweetest fruit
Any branch
Could be your noose
Even a stump
Can tell a story
A vortex of porcelain Rorschachs
Expurgatorius scorpions born Capricorn metamorphosis
Embracing darkness' blissful twister eucalyptus
A worn down mountain bears a bitter fruit
In the graveyard wasteland, of its ancient roots
Once I was an unhinged door to a locker room heart
(Once)
(We were)
Once
I was
An open branch
Extending its hand
For an endless dance
Where castles stand
Adrift in sand
Every man
Is bound to lose
Any branch
Could be your noose
There is no requiem
No refuse
No fair passage
Walking in our shoes
Because in the end,
Death’s hand will choose
And if then my friend
You’re/We’re born to lose
I’ll bend the rules
I’ll carry you
© 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 |