Sand Coffin

Peace is worth more ammunition.

Scarecrow's carousel, in the Sand's of Blood

Chained to the picket fence, where the grass is always greener graffitied in bodies of insomnia’s believers, feeding the demonized hive mind of lifetimes that rhyme in the silence of shrapnel psychopathic wind-chimes

I go to the shooting range of people who live in glass houses throwing stones as I shatter cardiovascular balconies archaic acrylic umbilical cords that slipknot confidantes

The beast in the shackles of pathogenic Armageddon bleeds sanguine like a sniper-rifle stifles itches for psychedelic ichor of god’s who fell to devils in the desert’s yell

Melancholy following the trail of doornail assailants that enshrouded the smell of hallucinogenic hullabaloo the cunning undertaker of drip-drop thunder on the slumbering heartless marksman sharpening the intestinal sentinels venturing off the chessboard of entrails of ventriloquists crucifixion

I still remember the familiar weight of a hatred that was so hard to bear, heavy with a body count, the scope of cornucopia balanced in my hand's steady kevlar with every guillotine shot through the sarcophagus of my obelisk

Whispering hieroglyphic schizophrenia mimicry intermingling in the photosynthesis of my eardrums homunculus

I heard that you die a little more with every bullet’s roar

That every lost soul rips the canvas of your mind, leaving reality abstract, painting disoriented imagination over the windows abortion

I called my soul’s supernova redemption, got a black hole in the chest, but I’m a star once in a blue moon

The night sky isn’t as black as my heart, still make light of this dark humour, trying to see a bright future when I am lost in a nightmare, laughing at catastrophe until I become cataclysmic

A shadow of a man trying to find a sunflower in the bloody grains of time

Who’s shadow am I?

Because I have been murdering and searching and sifting through flesh and blood for my soul for years, for a reason why my heart burns bodies and incinerated my faith

Searching for a needle in a haystack, I wove my stitches into a picture-frame

I have been here before, metallurgy metamorphosized in purgatory’s origin

I crush the windpipe so I don’t have to hear myself scream, my breath so silent that the drop of a grenade pin’s orchestration sounds like a hurricane’s menstruation

Only the silence can shellshock an apocalypse Hellwalker, between the eardrums clumsy fear of reality, I cannot hear reason, cause I’m not sound of mind, tuning my heartstrings until I’m more than a dead beat, flat like my effect

Empty battlefields of emotions fight through the undeciphered alabaster synapses of my soul incandescent deceptively mourning dawns Hologram of the ones already gone to sleep

I doubt myself

I doubt my right

It seems like I blew away the cinders of yesterday as they withered slithering before they became a forest fire

The inferno infentesimo hurricane insanity scarecrow chandeliers hanging the drip-drop of slipknot comets a shooting star like a shadow of sunflower burn mark incarnations that tick-tock the clockwork of apocalypse like prosthetic Armageddon

And when I return home, innocent, alive, reaching for a light that flickers in the cold pestilence of my tornado

I am like a bomb that waits to be dropped

I doubt this world

When the sun has set, no candle can replace it

I doubt that you can hold one to a wind so tainted by the blood of sweet dreams

It will snuff out hope, smoking out life, resting still

We are candles in the wind, figments of ziggurat decapitation

Lighting the way for chaos to grace the shadows with a body count

A corpse is nothing but a shadow that no longer stretches, freed from the darkness

And when the dawn comes those who were nocturnal will be blinded by ambition

Still unable to see the truth, that they are just a mirage reflecting off their gaping hatred

And will seek intangible sanctuary contaminated within the dunes, a coffin of sand

Blooming revolutionary plumerias that wither and die, illusions that lie unbridled serpentine, ivory vineyard's of rhinestone's sky, dynamos lie in the silence, revivified by the sand's of time

Like a flowerpetal wandering in the shadows, gone with the wind, shallow innocence in the gallows, paladin unchallenging fringe resurrection

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

[Robert Trakofler]

in this is a lot of great lines and you create some very vivid imagery in here as well. the connections tween the thoughts get very blurry as i traverse the lines, I have read this many times and the structure is difficult to discern of the conclusions intents. I see a lot in here but i'm not sure if it coming across the dance of infer can be a slippery one

[Lyanth]

The switch in writing style towards the the end is just a bit confusing. Also, I once deleted half of a 400 page novel I wrote and had to rewrite it. I feel your pain..

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Wow 400 pages. I lost a dozen on a novella and I decided to leave it be. I can’t imagine rewriting that much. You have a strong will to be able to do that. Was it easier the second time or was the first more difficult. Still stunned that you managed to stay vigilant and finish your work. Congratulations man!

[Lyanth]

Lol it was way harder the second time took me 6 months to write it due to that, but I needed up writing a sequel and now I have to write the third and last book in the series.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I hope your books are loved by readers. Wish you well with your third book.

[Lyanth]

Thank you, but they aren't published, Only a few have read them. From what I've heard they were not bad. I prefer not to share them, but am currently writing 11 other books I will try to publish. Fingers crossed.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Awesome. Keep it coming and I’m sure you’ll find a way to get published. :)