Raptors Rapture

Raptors Rapture

A Poem by Robert Trakofler (Bad Bunny)
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My first epic round two (this is a frequent nightmare)

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Raptors Rapture

 

Waken aghast tied to a cross

in a lightless chamber

How i got here memories lost

catch scent musty vapor

sense of motion being aloft

breathing starts to labor

cold chill stirs to exhales in frost

i shout for sense nadir

 

Floating like a pendulum ghost

hopes lost with my bearings

Grips loosen from the wrapping ropes

slack from motions turning

gyrate to counter spin post

to hold fast my bindings

grasping fear falling from this host

must stave the unwinding

 

From high above a thin beam streaks

casting on distant wall

Comprised of many faces pique

spectating specters all

The musty air begins to reek

the light cascades and crawls

revealing more reckoning peeks

discarnate head cabal

 

Jerking my vessel to steadfast

held to fix my vision

Perched across leering on a mast

raptor and man fusion

piercing and black lifeless eyes cast

sense his mind intrusion

As the light beam displays his bask

darkness casts suffusion

 

Collectively the face wall sighs

to upturned dreadful grins

Seething in disgust to my spy

in this judgment i wince

His shadowy black wings let fly

to tear my flesh its din

scream in pain yet must smile comply

my loathes its yen famine

 

Despair takes hold as light beam fades

release from locking eyes

Thought of cringe to next light of day

my soul begins to cry

the wall of faces turn allay

My rest i must deny

risk to falling from my display

to loose these ropes and fly

 

Countless the days of this long trial

flesh smattered in chasms

bleeds trace to my hatred so vile

affixed grin my spasm

in this heart it has defiled

life’s enthusiasm

grasp soon my head will be exiled

adornment this chasm

 

Staring as it chews on my flesh

upon its lofty perch

My trophy head that i must wrest

i gave a sudden lurch

unwinding the ropes from this guest

releasing with a smirk

falling fast to my freedoms death

i give myself to earth

 

Wakening from my final fall

body whole but empty

I hear the somber faces call

quest your pieces hefty

search them in places large and small

fill your ache so deftly

must run, fight, fly, stand strong and crawl

to modus vivendi


© 2019 Robert Trakofler (Bad Bunny)


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I must've been flippant, as usual, becuz I could never touch this writing! As a rhyme-aholic myself, I must admire your complex & sustained rhyme pattern for such a long poem without a weak reach in the bunch! Very impressive. I also love your creepy torturous imagery that feels like being caught in a deliciously bad dream for sure! Many clever turns of phrase, such as: "Spectating specters all" . . . and your flip-flops of contrast feel delightfully insane: "Shriek in pain yet I must smile" . . . and how you approach the ending, it feels so real, we forget it's a dream, until the final stanza, well stated return to "reality" *smile* I'm so glad you remembered this becuz I did not. Thank you for taking my flippant remark to heart! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler (Bad Bunny)

1 Year Ago

actually this is the second time a remark from you made me write something so feel free to be as fli.. read more



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This is cinematic poetry Robert, dark Poe like descriptions of horror. Entertaining and so well written.

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler (Bad Bunny)

4 Months Ago

Hi Andrew! the bulk of this was a recurring nightmare I used to have:) thanks for checking it out! .. read more
I started reading The Divine Comedy with my kids last year. Ahhh. That was a bit of a leap on my part, but we’re getting through it, a little at a time. Sometimes things come up that I didn’t know I’d have to explain, but, yeah, we’re working it out. When I read those epic poems my first thought is usually “how does the poet manage to sustain this?” Poetry being as intense and concentrated as it is, it’s difficult for me to imagine going so deep.

So, I was impressed by this. The length alone denotes a real effort in composing and the addition of a form makes that a greater feat. It’s got a nice balance of darkness and something like rebirth, to my mind. But the rebirth idea may be my natural desire to see a light at the end of the tunnel. I’m not entirely certain. But the ending does feel like a rising into self.

The raven (or crow) is a favorite symbol of mine. It has such dark connotations, but also speaks to me of knowing, a kind of future-wisdom. I like the way the bird acts as a kind of impetus here. This is an impressive poem, Robert.

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler (Bad Bunny)

6 Months Ago

thanks Eilis This is the closest thing to writing a short story for me i'm not sure yet if the mecha.. read more
a rather magnificent effort
I don't really feel qualified to review but I thought this a decently dark offering for our approaching entrance into halloween
I am always humbled by your work and this one is no different
I tried getting a raven in one of my efforts but hasn't worked yet
Have to keep at it

Posted 6 Months Ago


Robert Trakofler (Bad Bunny)

6 Months Ago

Thanks Dave you’re probably just as qualified as me I’m new to this form this was my second atte.. read more
Alfred Hitchcock eat ya heart out... there are very few I know who could have produced something so intrinsically dark, yet whilst remaining so compelling throughout... if I had a dream anywhere near as disturbing and it was remembered beyond my first cup of coffee the following morn... you can bet ya boots I would try to capture it in a poem or two too.... N

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler (Bad Bunny)

6 Months Ago

thanks Nev It is a recurring dream haven't had it in a while I did a bit more editing recently to ad.. read more
dear Robert... people do have different attitudes...
if only Nations would develop a modus vivendi
in order to avoid war... or even in politics to avoid
going into the depths of a third world socialistic
disaster. Your poem is well composed, but I feel
as though we are on a journey of self destruction.
truly, Pat

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler (Bad Bunny)

6 Months Ago

Hello Patricia:) I am in the housecleaning and editing phase these days. I have this nightmare often.. read more
Patricia Wedel

6 Months Ago

dear bunny... the spirit needs refreshing every day...
much like a Hummingbird sips nectar.... read more
A Dante's journey in the dream. My dreams, I must set-up with meditation. This dream told me. Struggle, hard time and dangerous places. A warning to the dreamer if I had to access the dream. Thank you Bad Bunny for sharing the powerful poetry.
Coyote

Posted 11 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler (Bad Bunny)

11 Months Ago

this is the birth of "yellow" the next poem in his story
Coyote Poetry

11 Months Ago

Please send a read request. I read every read request sooner or later.
Once again I have to marvel at your way with words
Another fine fine write
I suppose my only criticism would be to say that if I were to experience those dreams, I would glue my eyes open and stay awake
Dave B

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler (Bad Bunny)

1 Year Ago

LOL I tried it.... it doesn't work damn bird always finds a way to return!
Vincent Price just called and he wants his screen play back .
The gothic overtones scream with suspense. While vivid images keep the drama flowing.
A real nail biter, no more Rubens at bedtime for you.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler (Bad Bunny)

1 Year Ago

Blushing bunny that is so nice of you to say :) No Rubens required I have had that recurring dream f.. read more
Cherrie Palmer

1 Year Ago

Well then, therapy it is.
Lol
My husband has a recurring dream about being chased by .. read more
Oh Bunny, what a dream that was. Nearly sucked the life out of me reading it, yet alone living it. Dark and powerful imagery. It was quite torturous. That would have me sleeping with the light on. Great writing. Forgot to mention, Margie is a great inspiration to so many of us on here.

Chris

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler (Bad Bunny)

1 Year Ago

Margie is at that...but Chris, you too as well tho :)
Christine Anne Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you :)
I must've been flippant, as usual, becuz I could never touch this writing! As a rhyme-aholic myself, I must admire your complex & sustained rhyme pattern for such a long poem without a weak reach in the bunch! Very impressive. I also love your creepy torturous imagery that feels like being caught in a deliciously bad dream for sure! Many clever turns of phrase, such as: "Spectating specters all" . . . and your flip-flops of contrast feel delightfully insane: "Shriek in pain yet I must smile" . . . and how you approach the ending, it feels so real, we forget it's a dream, until the final stanza, well stated return to "reality" *smile* I'm so glad you remembered this becuz I did not. Thank you for taking my flippant remark to heart! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler (Bad Bunny)

1 Year Ago

actually this is the second time a remark from you made me write something so feel free to be as fli.. read more

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Tags: dream, nightmare, binding, freedom, pain, pursuit, perception, self destruction, searching, death, rebirth

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Robert Trakofler (Bad Bunny)
Robert Trakofler (Bad Bunny)

pittsburgh, PA



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I am the Bunny but the bunny isn't me long live the bunny Hello I’m Robert I own an art gallery and performance space in Pittsburgh called The Zenith It is also an antique store and a veget.. more..

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