Horseman/Archangel

Horseman/Archangel

A Poem by R.J Calzonetti
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Wrote this 2 years ago

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Horseman/Archangel

Shadow Echo

 

(Nobody Loves Me, By Limp Bizkit:)

“Nobody loves {me/you}, nobody cares”

“Nobody loves {me/you}, maybe {I’ll/we’ll} go eat worms”

(Everything, By Limp Bizkit:)

“Why did it have to be this way {at/in} the end”

“Why did it have to be this way {at/in} the end”

I stand alone, inside-out;

Twisting shape into nothingness

You don’t even know

(Everything, By Limp Bizkit:)

“I have everything, what more can I ask for? Nothing, at all”

I wrote myself into existence

Just to speak my words to no one

Painted myself into the dark corner

(Cryin’ Like A B***h!!, By Gobsmack:)

*“Crying”*

*“Like a b***h”*

(I Stand Alone, By Gobsmack:)

*+“Feeling your sting down inside me”+*

*+But+*

(I’m) not dying {for/from} it”

(Happy?, By Mudvayne:)

“In this {hole/howl} that is me”

And yet still

I am

Nowhere near {full/everything} {of/I} {anything/am}

{Human/functional}, at all

Drawing {out/on} the horizon;

[Fluttering dove cover ruddy coloured rags]

Sheets wheat beacon featureless

Steeples outreaching clouds amalgamation

On these concrete {walls/constellation}

(What wasn’t)

Like a shadow of [my shadow]

Echo of {an/my} {echo/voice}

Try not to wake it, try

I {am/do} {still/not} {here/care} [for you]

And yet; the band plays on

They know no different

{Terpsichorean/polaroid} clockwork;

{Motionless/vivid/dull/timeless} nostalgia

Light and dark; intermingling

Instruments rusted by creation; [continue on]

Still; yet moving, {forward/somehow/warped/demented/someway}

As no one listens

To change

To {absurdity/metamorphosis} [{unspoken/alone}]

To me

To the hand that becomes a star in the night sky

To the fool not knowing anything but what {will/could} {be/have}

To the outstretched custard of white wisping cloud

And the unflinching beauty {of/not} {what/to} {once/be} {was/denied}

(Entombed, By Deftones:)

“{Shapes/shades} of colours are all I {see/feel/am”}

(I Stand Alone, By Godsmack:)

“I’m not afraid of {fading/failing/dying/living}”

“I stand alone”

A clown in a fool’s skin

Blindly watching the shadow of {a/the} morning sun

As it shape-shifts its (black-winged-orb)

{Rays/shiver} (tipping these teetering scales words shambling, back, forth, moon waxing,)

Waning stuttering light) back into perspective

Sentencing periods of time; {dashes/dabs} of pen brushstrokes

[Smear each other in black]

[Tonguing the whites of clouds]

Bodies of words

To obsidian penitentiary (of graphite grafted alabaster)

Charred armadas obelisk carve polymerized scythes; wines hieroglyph

Lifting the featherweight of this earth crushed like an apple

Grasping enlightenment

Reaching for the precipice;

Shooting stars with blank stares,

Loaded bullet points, hollow (finger)tips

Frescoed Sol; roping opal

Kaleidoscope coal corona golden

Cauterizing tides kaleidoscope

Libraries prairies; trellises

Eldritch skeletons yellowing parhelion

Velvety evangelical cellos

Enveloping gowns flowery bowels unravel

Boughs malleable enamel

Entangling bangle haloes gold corona

Silver amaryllises gilded

Wilderness stitching pitch glyphs eclipsing

Forests floral corridors contort;

Pouring ores of origami palm {tsunami/collages}

In the forever empty hand of {God/man}

{Man/god}

Mangled by the shape that has {made/shaped} him

Still seeing his {opposition/opposite} tangled

In the mirror

This is who I (really) am; nothing, at all

[Because its lonely]

[At the {top/bottom}]

{And/maybe/because}

I know no better

[{And/maybe/because}]

[The entropy of life speaks to the anguished soul]

{And/maybe/because}

Suicide

Is [{merely/just} another(s’)]

{Resolve/way/reason/promise/excuse/confession/answer/exodus/struggle/expression/resolution}]

To {live/suffer/persevere/survive}

Through the nothingness that this world is, (blind)

As if

{We/I} cared to know the difference

Between

Gilded silver pillowy lilies

Sigil squiggly silken milquetoast

Clouds gowned malleable

Flowering bowels of Babel’s palaces

Meadows envelope sunsetting

Ebony tendril folding incorporeal form

Hanging in the balance, so pitiful

Light and darkness; unable to know up from down

Stuck [(forever)] dreaming [of mementos (that cannot be again)]

Frozen static, fluctuating, defibrillating

In this infinite

{World/ocean/web}

Of grey(s)

[Because whatever happens; I can’t change the past]

[And maybe I don’t want to]

[Whatever happens,]

[{Happens/will-happen}]

[I love no one]

[(And) no one loves me]

*[Do you?]*

Why {should/do} {I/you} (even) care?

Sometimes (some) {things/flowers/people} need to {regress/decay/die} in order to

{Grow/bloom/live}

{I/you’re} {don’t/there} {even/I} {feel/am} {a/still} {thing/here}

 

 

 

Confetti Machete

 

Confetti machete tarnished

Eclipse abyssal glyphs lithium pitch

Twisted stitches whiskey

Bristled nickel Styx

Elms envelope yellow trellises

Velvet parhelion dawn tsunami

Origami camouflaging collages

Auburn fog columns vase obelisk

Blond taboggoning mahogany

Tawny palms ensemble bottomless eclipse

Abyssal glyphs august whiskey

Nickeled crystalline lithium pit

The winter sky; a white page,

Blank, void, static, stillness,

Blanched planting, painting oasis;

Out-branching lanterns

Anther hippocampus,

An expanse of chrysanthemums

Forests forming torrents

Coral corridors torn orchard’s amorphous

Primrose windows woven

Oceans distorting uncorked roping locomotion

Rushing lustre custard crusted

Combustible constructing

Fluctuating paint matrix stitch

Oasis facing pages frameless

Abyss wisping citrus photosynthesis

Bottomless bliss whispering

Lithium imprison incinerating linden linen

Crimson rhythm spinning schism

Cinnamons rhine sublime diamond

Unwinding spiral irises

Concubine hyacinth kaleidoscope

Phantasmagorical contorting

Mortuary’s buried canaries

Flaring parables snow chromosomes posy

Rosaries marionette crepuscular

Intestines nectar mecca outstretching perfection

Nocturne ochre ambrosial photographic

Axe blackness alabaster casket

Hazel maelstrom golden

Exfoliating coronas Sol polaroid coiling

Forging organisms obsidians

Ridges bridging  slithering rivers tingeing

Ribbons timbers infinity

Equilibriums Stygian grinning ingot fingertips

Ricochet aegis opal gladiolus

Supernova lay creationism’s cataclysm

Unravel Saturn’s cadaver antlers

Anchoring blank rancour lycanthropy

The chamomile asylum violets

Island violins subdividing fibrously

Gaia disquietingly disqualifying

Nihilism gins frigid twin bishops

Goddess transmogrified ivory

Dehydrated dilated dilapidated maple

Ebony penitentiary clarets

Clarinets dressing ecstasy in nothing

Percussion thrust through

The wound entombing rouge blooms

Nuclear fuchsia protruding

Parachute oozed pewter cumulus Nyx

Pesto rose embroidery oily

Corduroy Sol golden primordial

Floral territory orbiting

Chlorophyll gilded silk pillowing figurine

Stringing rings entangling bangles

Strangled amber bandages fringe

Amaranth panther fantasizing wildfire

Pyres Poseidon rising horizon

Spiders formaldehydes choir

Knives colliding geyser into maroon

Moon illuminatings’ basins

Snaking bronzing transmogrifications

Interlacing braised constellations

Shapeless space unfolding

Magnolia cold ozone frozen comatose

Closing contrasting clocked

Cognition cigars carve carousel caricatures

Kerosene greenery weaving

Cedar cathedral fields peel creased

Creams beacon swim dim

Scintillating glade suede halo

Exodus bless sepulchre purr

Hurricane parading frayed braids

Rays of jade serenading

Glaciers fur pergola molten torque

Forking porcelain incorporeal

Laurels melded elegies shredded petal

Malevolent heaven assemblage

Gauze onyx chrysalis, pistons twisted

Mandolin skin ringing caliginous

Pidgins wilderness; ivy skyscraper

Blotch phosphorescent wrestling

Crescents vessel nestled echo decibel

Smouldering Sol gold embroidered

Molding corona orb(it)ing chlorophyll

Emerald tendrils entangles

Bangled jasmine chandeliers; dandelion eye

Papyrus Nile fibrously hieroglyphic whisking picturesque depths terrestrial

Pastels asphodel elm umbrella trellises wisp flickering lithium

Nickel sickle depicting quicksand avalanche blanche mechanical bells

Beneath beacon reaching out of hell; avenging heaven

The depths of heaven’s outstretched hands;

Grasping elastic crafting platinum

Blackened masquerade, Hades pages, empty hatred;

Pulled roses from the centre of the earth,

Perched rebirth relentlessly entering

The end of knotted assemblages

Red penitentiary; buried cotton paradise,

Rising horizons, islands rhinestone

Subdividing kaleidoscope, open metamorphosis

Clouded Valhalla valleyed

Unravel malleable cowl flowering gallery

Palisade shawls autumnal

Hollowing comets drawn august talisman

I crave the summer rain;

But instead I am (greeted by)

Cold, cracked ice

And I drag out the carpet to welcome your {dark/new} heart

Reverberating in this

The sound of silence; the madness in stillness

This

Only this

White page

Imitation, imitating all

Now you know

Who I am

F****r

Just this

[This is who I am; this]

No one ({at/but} {all/this})

Nothing

I sit still on the stage and quote the bard

Walk between the razor edge of the unwritten page curling in on itself like a split tongue of flame

Having never known poetry

Never known love {or/from} {tragedy/hate},

{Rejection/betrayal} {or/from} faith

I sit still amidst the stillness which I am

As the whole world turns to dust around me

Witnesses despair, destruction, death

To new breath I hold a finger

I ask for silence, [one moment; (chained up its own prison of black paperback lines)]

*{Infinite/infinitesimal}*

[({And/but}) you’d (probably) know no {better/different}]

An echo

Swallowed whole

I am, I am, I am

The brick house at the end of jagged sidewalk

The voice locked in-between the unfathomable cells of one’s mind

The anger over the epithet drawn like wounds across my face

*The tongue that stumbled; twisted in its own {mass-(of)/mottled-knotted-scarf}*

*I am*

The shadow left alone, praying (to Nihilism) on the {obsidian/sidewalk} to an alabaster sun

*I am*

*Madnesses fabric, flannel piano caught in the knot of a single chord;

Revelations stained in the oily clouds*

And the innumerable {sands-(of-/dandelions}

*Stranded, left behind in the sleeping depths of desiccated will*

*{That/this} [and only {that/this}]*

+*(T)here*+

+*Still (t)here*+

*I am*

Lost in the depths of the storm clouds withering rhythms

Reason I cannot hear

Emotion I cannot {feel/grasp/understand}

(Killer, By Shiro Sagisu)

“In for the kill, I feel nothing”

“All my memories are filled with hate”

“And I can think of no joy that endures”

(Never Fade Away, by Samurai:)

But “a thing of beauty, I know”

“Will never fade away”

The love you never gave {me/brother}

I give to you

 

Can’t Deny (Beginning and The End)

 

Flannel enamel ravel gelato

Wildflowers cowl javelins avalanche

Graffiti weaving helix eclipse;

Cathedrals peel back black

Astronauts’ gouache phosphorus

Blossomed arrases blotched

Flock onyxes binge photosynthesis

Rhythms’ scimitar ribboning

Obsidian prisms enkindling

Prisons ginseng crimson

Stitching pitch lithiums

Ricocheting bouquets braid halos gold

Corona exfoliating paving

Waves’ entangling bangles bramble botanical

Skydive in high thighs bloom aluminum noon monsoons

And the moon, it always came… it came too late

To be swallowed alive like a memory by the shadow of the sun

Like blowing out birthday candles [in darkness]

 

I Am

 

(I am)

A flat smooth rock, skipping across

({The/Ontario} lake {in/I/of} {summer/remember/glass})

Pulling along the wave line of my shadow;

Cast into the deep

{Mountainous/pale/oasis/pages/serrated/velvet} moon

Retuning centrifuging unity

Blooming pews doubloon perfume

Luminous entombing ooze

Jewelry pewter yews aluminum,

Plumes illuminated parachute

Scooping chartreuse’s noose

[Saturns tattered Nirvana]

[Amber lantern cavern stratosphere pier]

Rosaries imploding chromosomes

Frozen posies totem

Loose translucence roofs

Recuperated, laces

Faces mirrored ethereal

Penetrating creation in

Forward thorn organisms torn cornea

Watching cyclops cottony

Debauchery cross

Blotch phosphorus dock

Blossoming arrases

Clockwork oxen’s denim webbing red nebula

Cold corona exfoliating glaciers pasted grey acres vaccination

Duvets crochet halos;

Gold Sol monochrome tome embroidery

There is (no excuse)

No reason

I simply wanted to watch the empty sunset

And skip over the better

{Parts-(of)/years(-of-this-driftwood-life)}

{Tripping/swallowing/drifting} over

Every orifice of what I knew

The still heart beats for you; [let the pulse tremble, and trill]

Buried in my body of {words/roots}

All between [{these/four/talking/alabaster}] walls

*+[This room confines me]+*

Nostalgia hasn’t quite yet

{Remembered/forgot(ten)/conformed-to}

What it means to die

[I cut down my family tree]

And built this full house of cards]

[Is it not beautiful craftmanship? See]

The crying stump stares at me with its irises;

*+[It’s watery snaking (quaking quarry)

Current of scarves in the middling winter,

Slither obsidian ribboning]+*

I watch the wind tumble through

A forest of vengeful green trunks; that would have loved to throw me out

[Branching out with low hanging fruits, bitten by the hand that feeds on the apples of my eye]

[The corpse (socket)eye moon;]

[The sun of a falling leaf]

[You made me, brother]

[You, {did/this}, not me]

[{Warm/worm} in the {apple/core}]

*[Losing everything I was;

In the chaotic reflection of {tomorrow/morning}]*

On open waters [No hatred, no fear] I kill

Simply to live [To die]

[Satisfied, purposeful]

There is no [other] way {for/around} {me/it}

And there never {will/really} {be/was}

[Simply action, a river that continues to flow]

[Like the permanent sun]

[In a desolate sky]

[A scarecrow in the golden fields]

[Watching the earth turn]

*[In its violent seizure]

[Its drunk drumming of unorganized]

[Un-orchestrated moire, mottled]

[Maze mass mol mosaic,]

[Mimicking moored makeshift mortal]

[(Mandala morphing magentas marred) madness]

[Coronating coordinating coral cortisol,]

[Coals corduroy covering chiseled]

Coalescing cornering collages Congo corking cornucopia]

[Labyrinth lapis lazuli lapping]

[Lateralis labels luscious lackadaisical]

[It’s incomprehensible collective]

[Of cold coil cohesive cohesion]

[Cloaked in incognizant cogs skimming]

[Schism swivel swim slithered]

[Rivers trim ribboning dim]

[Tinge linen innards photosynthesis]

[Limbs disfiguring scintillating]

[Schizophrenia; (denim resin)]

[(Red ebony Serengeti’s tenebrous ghosts token)]

[(Arch carpet parthenogenesis; blend assemblage blonde constellations onyx tawny collages)]

[(Bronze colander onyx transmogrification)]

Nebulous rust’s lustrous

Brushstrokes oaken opal roping topaz

[Bronzing bogs of obelisks

Stitched nickelled  pitch contortionist]

[Twisting abyss whiskey

Hieroglyphs bristled Nyx picturesque depths]

[Meshing crepuscular effigies]

[Bethels etched orchestral]

[Gauzy golems polymers]

[Cobbling monoliths crystalline wisp Styx]

[(I) know this, (this one truth)]

[I am still here]

[Even after the sun d(r)ips {(down)/below}]

[The {peekaboo/(chin)} of the]

[{Custard/(syrup)/(tapioca)/(coconut)} cloud]

[Nocturne octaves clockwork]

[Circles ghost rose crocus tuberculosis]

[Drizzled deluging dunes duvet]

[Doubloons dooming dew drew didgeridoo]

[Even as the darkness vomits up the last remaining pinpricks of (twi)light]

[If I had any {better/other} {idea/answer};

({I’d/you’d} think maybe) I would have ({eventually/already}) found it]

[{And/but}]

*+[This is all there {is/was}]+*

*+[This life, this nothing]+*

*+[Nothing]+*

Life is

*+[Nothing]+*

*+[It never was anything,

And it never will be (anything)]+*

*+[Simply another word

Forgotten in a world of scrawled crowds;

Lost in the graffitied mess of the masses cacophony]+*

*+[Noted down by the lead pencil]+*

Creased pages smearing

Greased fleece brown sheet clouds

[The sun shines like an

Ulcer in the bowels of heaven]

*+[Above chipped city streets;

Shedding sediment caving pavement

Bouquets of vertebrae azaleas]+*

Percolating faces molding embroidered coils boiling over exfoliation

*The people’s drift apart like colour(s) in a vast sea*

*+[They crush god underfoot, they crush country,

(They crush existence, beauty, image,) underfoot, and speak of some form, or transcendence,

For the nothing that-which they {see/are}]+*

*+[The light they are not (blessed with)]+*

[The faded black(board) pupil dilates;

Sees (some idol, some semblance of) itself (with)in them]

*+[Some polaroid of monochrome]+*

*+[Underneath Babel]+*

*+[Concrete constellations crash collapsing

{Castles/candles/crammed} in the sand]+*

*+[Ravelling, knotted into the]+*

*+[Unending frame of a second

Unhinged from the formless

Chord of void, cursed curdled

Twisted and entangling into,

A vacuum, a lacuna

Composed of inkblot eyed nothingness,

Constructed from abstract shape

Metamorphosed indifference,

(Blank lopsided balance, teetering)

Equilibrium, (tethering freedoms,)

Lacking the integrity,) the tranquility

Of rigid stillness, (dulling)

(Electroconvulsive, onomatopoeia

(Without a mouth to speak of, dilapidated tornado of blind caliginous images photosynthesizing,)

{Only/faithless}]+*

*+[But {loud/bright/churning}

{Silence/shadow/static}]+*

Winding through the cavern of an eardrum

*+[Lost along the way]+*

*+[The sun shines its crooked shine,

And the butterflies smoulder but]+*

*+[Its smothered cold remains;

Fail to {reach/recognize} apotheosis]+*

*+[The brightness is blind;

Is momentary, is monument to emptiness]+*

[Is patches of parchment

To the open mouth skies]

[The canal between minds

Trickling droplets’ of tomorrow into abyss]

Again and again and again, and

*+[Bringing up something new

From the depths of nothing]+*

*+[I might as well have killed

My childhood (with this)

(Bent chisel) a long time ago]+*

*+[By now]+*

*+[I {hardly/don’t} (even) {hear/know/feel/recognize} {it/a-thing}]+*

Is it not better, to {forget/forgive}?

*+[Even those beyond forgiveness?]+*

As if the sun-drowned sky would murder them, or the clouds might murder them, or the jaws of

Limbo might {murder/take} them

As if the trees, or the water, or the breeze might kill them, for who they are, what they

Might’ve done (to me, once)?

*+[The earth regrets little now;

The clouds, rolling

Together with the wind]+*

*+[Regardless]+*

There was love, once

I strangled it, [the future I couldn’t have]

[The future that forgot me and moved past]

*+[Laid out its restless corpse, as a (carved out) reminder]+*

*+[Under blue velvet clouds]+*

*+[The winding of my clockwork

Rose, pulled inside out]+*

Gelatinous pastures wrap

Around rapids of warped cork corridors’ forest

Porcelain amorphous

Torching quartz orchid morphing

A clenched fist opening

*+[Holding entropy]+*

[With {these/trembling} hands]

*+[The clock sings each hour to sleep in its 2 thousand arms;

Holds the progression of (this) stagnant river]+*

*+[I see the slow dance of a hollowed guitar step over silent abandonment (tangled in its net)]+*

*+[The woods slither forth]+*

*+[Shadows of the night

(Naked dance the waltz)]+*

[Pearl swirl sterling tinge

Photosynthesis gin ribboning imprisonment]

[Creamy Elysian peeling

Cathedral cerebral beacon creased leaf]

*+[Nocturnal inferno gold Sol

Corona exfoliated maples pull]+*

*[Lunar petunias monsoon

Blooming pewter aluminum

Plume illuminated]*

*[Painting maples aether

Dilapidation shape bouquets grey pages]*

*[Braided aeons crochet paisley halos tornado]*

As if

{It/they/we} were (something of) {my/its/our/their} own

*+[As it was before]+*

*+[{It/this} will be again]+*

*+[I love no one]+*

*+[And no one loves me]+*

*+[A smooth rock dropped into the bottom of {this/a} lake]+*

*+[Of lukewarm winter solstice]+*

*[(Still) I’m here; waiting for the (loose) end(s) of {nothing/rope}into infinite; broken helixes]+*

*+[Wondering]+*

*+[What came first]+*

*+[I don’t know what I want]+*

*+[I don’t know if I ever did]+*

*+[There was]+*

*+[No reason]+*

*+[None]+*

*+[({And/yet}) I wouldn’t have it]+*

*+[Any other way]+*

*+[Silence, static, (null, void)]+*

*+[You’re all (that) I (ever) had]+*

*+[All that I am]+*

*+[All {I’ll/I} ever {be/was}]+*

<I want love>

<Droplets>

<Of fire>

(Letter - From The Lost Days, by Akira Yamaoka)

<“We were put here on this earth,”

“Put here to feel joy”>

<Drawn to a blank {screen/canvas}>

<Pure madness>

(Walk on Vanity Ruins, By Akira Yamaoka:)

<“A game of turning white”

“Into black and black into white”>

<Resting comfortably>

<*+[In a pulsating ambiance]+*>

=<*+[{Its/(because)-this-is} all

{I/we/there/they} {know/are/ever-was/were}]+*>=

<*+[A flower in the basement

Where we bore our loneliness]+*>

All [of which that] I am

[All I am is]

[That]

[Just that]

[Only that]

[Outstretched roots of doubt]

[Your flowers]

(Strung out into the knotted

Scarf of a blank wrung sentence;(bent out from the pretzel page warped onyx, an empty promise)

[Gardens harboring bronzed constellations

Tawny carnivals’ polymerizing kaleidoscopes]

[By that, still that]

Know(ing) that, feel(ing) that,

Liv(ing) [for] that, dy(ing) [for] that

[Never (to) {tell/know}

The difference ({to/from} that)

The depths of silence, drowning together)]

[Under blanketing marble

Water covering an abstract blackness]

[Life a mirror reflection]

[Warped]

[Behind broken glass]

[The shadow bends, forked, snakes through trellised trees, of metamorphosed contorting forest]

[Yet I’m still here]

[Stranded by the lake]

[Watching an empty sunset

Fall between the cracks

(Of a brick wall)]

[The high rise ({of/like})

An outstretched hand,

Reaches for the throat]

*+[The voice]+*

*+[The effigy]+*

[Of another restless moment]

Reaches for heaven sent salvation; for wilted quilts of yarn

“And the moon, it always came… it came too late”

[I see no reason]

[Not even my own]

[The past has come and gone]

[I do not care]

[Because]

[I cannot shape it]

Because the blue skin of

Rippling tarp has no freedom from the rain

Because the endless surf

Of shallow clouds twist like a bangled arm (held close by a crying child)

Because the torrent of turquoise

Void born varicose echoes out in vain

The shape that is(n’t) me

This statue of barbed wire

Straggling the tempest fence

Shackled by the chain

Twirled into a million deadly blades of grass

Because

I listen to the sound of nothing

And find no peace of mind

As it ravels {softly/slowly}

Through my catacomb ear

And back out into the infinite

Null of voices overlapping

Each other like ocean waves

Falling like bombs upon each other;

The crashing of each

Whitewater transmogrification; why?

Born back into that blackness

Of heart that {I-am/we-are}

Only a lost child’s memento

Painting {it/one}self into entropy

Like daisies pushing up

The searchlight fingers of mountains

Without knowing the glory of (a mis)understanding

The cold hand of God grasping

At the straws of autumn

Clasping monochrome onyxes between their palms

The wind, the bombardment

Of fallen leaves shrivelling

Into vague contempt’s ecstasy, a mockery, a false idol unto the unutterable universe of silence

They know nothing, I know

Only my own, because

{You/I} {never/cannot} love(d) {me/you} {at-all/anyways}

There is no hope for the starting gun; I watch

The bullet point unwritten

(Between the lines [in the sand])

That shot down shooting stars

And lived, there is only this

Equilibrium, the beating

From the drums that wrought

Upon the bones of tomorrow

The sound would have killed me

If it hadn’t been the {bluebird/rhythm/tune/tomb}

Of my own heartbeat

Drywall murals, graffiti

Dressed in the eyes of abyss

Blind men that pummeled

{Against/at} the colourful faded walls

Life trumpeting death

Through a mosaicked warzone of decay and grunge;(thick with smoky voices that permeate, one)

As its butterflies’ dry cocoon

Splits like streams of thought,

Rivers of (the bottomless) consciousness

(Drafted into war by the pencil)

Drowning alive in the horizon of fallen leaves like a sunsetting Armageddon of reddened heaven

Anchored branches pomegranate chasm

Through riverbed rosaries

Into gesticulated splintering vinyl

Spiral photosynthesizing

Into motion (polka dot yolk sizzling)

Cloaking oceans interloping

Roping opal oak kaleidoscope torchlit

Emulating the stillness that made

Them, this infinitesimal

Shaping and reshaping

The sun staring down

The barrel of a gun,

With its angry eyes

Blind men shaped by the shapeless divide

Naked orchards, floral eden

Dull stare of a morning sun;

Stitch biscuit drifting ellipsis photosynthesis; separate the body from the mind

Mercury curtains pull

Back the layer of walls

[Flowers meadows petals (em)bedding (metallurgy of burgundy ferns hurricane jade)

Sprouting outstretched zephyr retina]

[Forest oratory torrent oranges

Formless oar torchlit metamorphosis]

Moored coral dawning

Arboretums cerulean cedars

Meteoric chlorophyll

[Silver pillories frill wilderness

Eclipse quilting silk milkweed]

Portrait swathing alabaster

Plastered rapids capsize Niles isles

[Marionettes etching crepuscular

Stretching effigies phosphorescent Lethe incandescents]

Creosote oaks cloaking unfocused lotus

Uncorking porridges florin

Corridors coral boreal phantasmagorias

Coiling around voided

Ground bound in flowering gown

Garden yard arboretum

Bottom-feeding eden reef leaves autumn season peeling cedars

Weaving sleeves cleaving

Reeds meridian seams verdant

Purr of a bourbon hurricanes

Plains marmalade haloes

Groves corona Sol tomes

Asmodeus golden scarecrow

Exfoliating maples gaping

Oasis polymerized creation

Wades paisley gates acreage

Makeshift glyph precipitation

Bronzing august droplet

Sarcophagus conduit

Lager transmogrification

Pasted glaciers curtain mercury

Serpentine green reverb onomatopoeia

Firmamental entrails entailing

Azaleas paled haloes gold gladiolus

Ambrosial unfolding exodus

Woven polaroids violas corduroy foliage

Cauterizing vinyl ivory

Cyclone pyres iris eye kaleidoscopes

[Caramelizing pines winding

Binary clarinets depth sunsetting nebula]

Tethering heaven Serengetis

Nether leathery reverend

Unendingly bending parthenogenesis

Clementine rhinestone bone

Exfoliated paint aether gates wasteland

Animating matrix eclipse

Pitch eucalyptuses shapeshifting

Glyph chrysalises wisp photosynthesis

Drifting through the tomb

Of a blue moon of pewter uterus

Monsoon doubloons bloom

Sewn aluminum tsunami collaging mahogany

Blotting bottomless hickories

Blitzkrieg twigs stygian rings slithering

Figs ridging prismatic avalanches

Branching amaranthine

Chrysanthemum’s blanketing

Anchors’ sanctuaries; blank handkerchief

Romanticized spirals lilacs

Blackness waxed daffodil

Vaccine graffitiing Elysian encyclopedia

Green cedars peeling

Speleothem reddening

Denim resin assemblage

[Dawn transmogrifying

Horizons in a fog of dahlias]

Polished obelisks stitch

Citrus monolith brick Icarus Nyx

Bangled anvil pattern attics

Latticing springs wings obsidian

The ribboning clockwork

Hands of time, pulling, pushing

Pointing at the answers

They stare as if they knew them themselves

The face of a clock lined with the lettering of word-walls [scratched into it’s broken glass skin]

Crosseyed by the sculpted of the shape and the shapeless

The eye of a needle stitching

Through the hurricanes’ sky

Shedding petals; shredded yellows

Envelope cellos emerald ghettos

[Snaking through vacant pews

Ludicrous pits mithril abyss]

Bourbon tourniquet swivelling

Sigils pillowing vermillion daffodils silver

[Willows chiseled into chartreuses bouquets braiding crocheted veils]

Traveling through ovulating moon

Tie-dye neon jaws constructed

Constellation clouds flowering valley

[White waves downed in

Chrysalis blackness alabaster Damascus]

Washing gouache sarcophagus phosphates

Blossoming knotted onyx

Blond tonic transmogrification]

Falling upon each other; crashing one fitting together in anger and love; jigsaws of broken pieces

Slinking back from the {basement/gravel} shore

This marbled

Mess of opalescent crests

Sepulchers a bird without wings

Plummeting into caliginous

Eyed weightlessness burdenlessly

Torn like a paper plane

Pockmarked wooden gelatinous

Hardening its’ branches into

Canopy of messy hair caramelizing ivory

Working its way through the processed eyes spiraling into the sigil of vermillion wilderness

Peridot gouache; dotted

Eclipsed by the tools that brought them {into/their} shape

The art of emptiness

As if the chisel that made them

Made them better (for it)

As if the chisel {knew/cared}

[This {small/smooth} flat rock

(Swallowed by {the/dark/transient} waves

*Pulling back from the ridged

Unfinished imprisonment of jigsaw shore*)]

[Doesn’t know (the *small insignificant* difference)]

[Or perhaps maybe he just]

[Doesn’t {want/seem} to (care

For another meaningless) anwser]

[When there isn’t one that’s worth listening to]

{Anymore-than/but} the still silence

[That I {am/have} (become)]

[Echoing loudly through it all;

(The shapeless cacophony that is)]

Heaven’s Armageddon reverends

Bend resin assemblage; cotton phosphorus

Sunsetting in ebony nether

Emissaries ribbon thread venom

Pouring porridge cornea

Metamorphosis ore corona corridors forge

Oily portrait corduroy void

Sol golden corona gladiolus

Forming torrents forested

Abyss pitch viscus lithium crystalline

[Riptide violin asylums

Smothering dove tonguing rugged covers]

Tornado halo crocheted maelstrom

Braiding suede fraying pages

Paper oasis painting transmogrification

Face lacing paisley constellations

[Pomegranate amber tambourine

Phoenixes twisted into pixel hieroglyphics]

Stranded dandelions

Folding over the delicate spine of a horizons

[Dawn autumn gelato Sol rolling over molten lotus]

[Lost {in/by} what we (haven’t) found

({By/in} (the) {daylight/darkness})]

And I can see it all

(Nobody Loves Me, By Limp Bizkit:)

“Nobody loves {me/you}, nobody cares

Nobody loves {me/you}, maybe {I’ll/we’ll} go eat worms”

{But/yet} (still)

I {do/could} not care (less)

There is no reason to (it)

[There is no {beauty/benefit/dignity/dream/future/victor(y)}]

{(In)-here/(in-this,)brother}

[{And/(what-can-I-say?)/(without-a/shadow-of-a-doubt)/(to-us)}]

{There/I} never {really/believed-a} {was/word}


© 2025 R.J Calzonetti


Author's Note

R.J Calzonetti
Most 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 the ( ) brackets, or ( ) and [ ], or ( ) [ ] and { }, or all these mentioned brackets including < >, or these brackets all the way up to >( )<, and finally, up to - - or -< ->. There are other symbols I use, like “=” or “+” as well, or even other symbols, these are for parts of the poem that are least important, and may be skipped more easily. It must be in this order though if you wish to read some of the brackets. Obviously the more brackets you read, the longer my poems will be. The purpose of this is simply to allow leniency in how long or short you want the read to be. The lines in grey are particularly optional. This is not a way to ruin art in order to string in more readers, nor am I doubting a reader's capabilities to understand, or even how much they're willing to read. It is much more something where I simply do not know whether I consider these extra words be the core, and see them in a sense of not entirely understanding whether I consider them "canon", as they often change the flow of the piece, for better or worse, when or when not they are included. In a way, making it a completely different poem, as is their intention in a way, to add more, and to sculpt words differently. Think of these added brackets and words as the fat of the piece, rather than the bones.

Read in the order you please.

I should also mention my newer poems use slashes "/" and brackets around those slashes { / }

This basically means that you can either read that line with the words on the left of the slash only, the words on the right of the slash only, or, rarely, a combination, or all three. It's a situational thing, that can bring freshness to a poem you've read before, and gives me the chance to have multiple ways of writing a poem instead of just 1.

Finally, all works I reference have {an/the} artist and work mentioned, with a line through them like this which, will be followed or after a line in parentheses, “like this” You won’t find these in all my works, just my newer ones. Within the quote, I will often add to it. Those additions to the quote will be within some brackets of some sort, and make the quote a mix between two voices, mine, and the quote’s original writer.

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I might of missed it, that was kinda long and I'm somewhat pumpkin headed... but, was there not one single Nickelback reference? That's total bullshit RJ and you f*****g know it.

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R.J Calzonetti
R.J Calzonetti

Burlington, Halton, Canada



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Most 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..

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