Neither Here Nor There

In the style of Unborn in the Storm of Emotion.

Voluptuous homunculus

Reluctant to punishment

Hatred stiffens your peripheral vision

Look me in the eyes and tell me I’m wrong

For my eyes’ burn abyssal like coal in a black hole of the underworld

And I see through glass sharded sarcophagus bullshit

And I will not be buried again

Interstellar hell-ground dispersed in the rehearsal of

Anthrax bacteria aftermath synapses

Lullaby high wire vitamins, Autumn water on the ottomans

Metropolitan Neanderthal skulls revolve monologuing

Polaroid coils on the focal point smorgasbord rainbow boulevard burial poet heart bonded with an earth of words in the darkness ink that dab at the page and braid the ground in ponytail veins that veil the vengeance of men and transcend into imagination immense immortal essence to avatar the bard into star shattered night that bites and chews on the noose like a bookmarked bruise

Reminiscent missionary

Reenacting arachnids

The green fields are unyielding

I grow my own feelings

Propaganda slandered humanity

I balance at the tip of a mountain

I do not hesitate when I carry this weight

I manage my catastrophes and metamorphosize my mesmerized horizons

Lest I fall into the belly of hell, and get swallowed in the esophagus of tortuous morbid lusting war, in a state of poor angelless birds that slur words of suffering, and prose decorated in the gore glorified in the gorgeous rise of a one-eyed sun, satan’s third, see the pulsating hate of his nerves arteries varicose cartilage and looks down on the ones who fell for him, and does not care, and he does not cry with his emotionless eyes

And I don’t expect him to

So I sit on my mountaintop lest I drop into the sarcophagus of hell

Like a triceratops falling from Jurassic masochism at what must have been the end of the universe and

Balance my body, mind, and soul, and call forth every orifice of all that I know

I will not be tossed to and fro by the winds of fortune, orphaned to the moment my life’s over

On the edge of heaven, earth, and hell

Because if I fall, no one will cry for me

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Honest, solid and good words shared my friend.
"Balance my body, mind, and soul, and call forth every orifice of all that I know
I will not be tossed to and fro by the winds of fortune, orphaned to the moment my life’s over
On the edge of heaven, earth, and hell
Because if I fall, no one will cry for me"
The above line. Hard thoughts shared and thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I’m glad you enjoyed the read. I’m always happy to share a poem. Thank you for checking out my work!

RJ

[Coyote Poetry]

I did enjoy the poem and you are welcome my friend.

[wordman]

a very powerful write my friend,but yet they all are

[Ghost writer]

this was very intriguing, makes me really think about how others feel, there were a couple of lines that seemed a bit out of context though.

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Wow! It's so expressive, I don't know why none of the 49 other readers haven't reviewed it yet. This poem deserves a good review!
According to me this is really good, it's the best quality to fascinate readers with your catchy titles and I appreciate the way you have started this poem with a little description in at first and even though it's a free verse poem, I feels like a song.
I hope you would like to add this poem as a bolg on the website.