Never!

An argument fleshed out with sonnets

Never! Never! Never! Never! Never!

5 gunshots at the culprit you call Love.

Wicked rascals at depraved endeavor

Cannot discern a shotgun from a dove.

Shadows slither snake pit eyes of passion,

Lust pigs wallow in their own demise,

Impact comes in full-on breakneck fashion.

Hearts crushed beneath the weight of sexy lies.

I’ve carved that stealthy tumor from my soul;

Replaced it with a safer, nerveless hole.

 

How can you call love the devil’s rat bait?

It is the light that makes the blind eye see.

Your sick hope is drowning in your own hate,

Don’t aim your mucked philosophies at me.

Seen you smash your kiss into the concrete,

Mash cigarettes into your open wounds,

Play heartbreak songs: top volume on repeat,

And hide your festered bones in fleshy dunes.

You’re the dark blockage in the healthy vein;

A madman who has dressed himself in chains.

  

Raise your tattooed face to suck my toxin.

Swallow the mirrored blade of fabled rage.

Time tramples out dreams like frightened oxen;

Freak show remnants twitch on the town square stage.

Don’t fry me in grease of your transgression,

Don’t drape me on your sugared crucifix.

I’m no mortal’s savior or possession,

I’ve plucked out love and crushed it like a tick.

And if this cold be madness, let it stay.

I’d rather freeze than slowly burn away.

 

See the happy lovers on the park bench,

Watch them meld into a lovelier mould,

Like soldiers rising up from their dark trench

To turn grayed faces into sunshine gold.

Watch sweet blooms stream beauty through the springtime,

Raise that winter veil and kiss the soft side,

Watch tired hands spin fortunes out of scratched dimes,

Watch the fireworks blossom on the high tide.

And when your eyes are drunk on shooting stars,

Tell me your heart’s safer behind steel bars.

 

Don’t poke at me with your opiate pricks,

Don’t sew my fissures with fairytale yarns.

I’ve heard your low grade magic show shtick,

Seen your black herds pour from the church house barns.

Candy and flowers are sold by the crate

To ease the infection of humans spliced.

Greeting cards open like hell’s thorny gates

To keep our lust-fueled fires captured in ice.

These lies are confetti shot from the grave.

Parade of bright souls too brainwashed to save.

 

And, you, the wise fiend by wayside alone,

Picking vegetable bones from your false teeth?

Don’t mind the glory, just keep tossing stones

At lowly lost lovers who dance beneath

The bedlam of screamers who warn of doom,

All armored with meanness and spiked with regret.

Why must you sing of bare carnage and tomb,

And ask that we all sing along to your frets?

To the punch line that calls numbness clever,

I say, never! Never! Never! Never!

Reviews

[roarke]

Stanza's one and five need something, they need to be delivered like the other stanza's here.
Have you ever panned for gold? You shovel scrapings of earth, hopefully with some grey and yellow or red clay streaked in, into a sifter, then you work the sifter over a bucket and then take that bucket to a stream or pool. then you pan the stones and debris and silt away until you come to "black sand" .... if your back isn't broke, and your feet not numb and your hands not too shriveled, then you take small scoops of the black sand and begin a gentle swirling motion with your pan, until tiny flecks of gold, an almost iridescent yellow show up. Sometimes you can take a magnet and collect the iron filings out to focus the process. And that's how you pan for gold. It's funny how small magical flakes and nuggets come from the rich rugged texture of nature, the layers and layers of pine needles, sediment, rock and clay, layers of desiccation and compost... and all it takes is a shovel, bucket, sifter and pan to find the gold buried within.....

[Kenneth The Poet]

One hell of a write. I am jealous beyond bounds here.

[Ruth]

So many layers to this I am consumed!
Absolutely fantastic love :) You have literally devoured your reader lol
Clever structure and amazing pace...took my breath away!
EPIC!!!
xoxo

[Backlight Burner]

WOW!!!!! Amazing.

[Brandon S. Whitten]

Well I never read a poem as good as this, never:) Splendid!

[Chris]

good tone and 'tude.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A fierce study on human condition and contrast, well done, good read.

[hmm]

Love the strong depth in this write,
such wonderful imagery.
Very nicely done.
Loved the ending!

[freelancejouster]

before even reading this, i love the idea. i had an obsession with sonnets a few years ago and just the idea gives me goosebumps.

i love the swings this piece takes, attacking and navigating while sounding so easy and fluid and resonating images. all at the same.

i think these lines are my favorite:
"It is the light that makes the blind eye see.
Your sick hope is drowning in your own hate,
Don’t aim your mucked philosophies at me."

i can feel the argument there, the tension and the your imagery is beautiful. there and everywhere.

just wonderful

though
line five lacks a comma or something

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

Your play of opposites in this was bold and heroic!

1. Like soldiers rising up from their dark trench- To turn grayed faces into sunshine gold.

I am slowly getting more accustomed to this magical realism of the talented brothers.