Dancing Mad

A story, made by anger. And a song called Dancing Mad.

I sing to angels with the devil’s dancing mad

I singed the fable’s ironclad with praying hands

I raced insidious to tempos pitch temple’s bewitched

I itched a scratch of Rorschach’s black

I held my fingers crossed behind my back

 

I listened well and did I hear

The rebel from behind the mirror

The rabble from beyond the dear

The remnants of a vacant fear

The tempest of an empty ear

 

Redemption seared my soul a violent red

Sung words that I could not repent

And stained my hide a violin

Once sound of mind, now wakes the wild dead

Refrained my life to chains of rest

 

Apocrypha of a sarcophagus prostrates my insufferable

Esophagus of monochrome chromosomes torn from my reborn formless

As the rage that fuels my fire died, the sun will rise on smoke of spite

As if I’m wrong, at least I write, the word of those without a tongue

Who lost their toes when they were young

 

The fungus from inside my mind, recycled rhyme all serpentine

I lost half by the baptism of my brain, refractory I sacrifice my memories

The lyrics I had known in song, before the words had come out wrong

And by the dawn star light of pitch

I amputate the heart of lips

 

The cracking skin pulled over bone

An afterimage of an armada’s roar

As the picture frame of preaching porn

The earth will scorn God’s coronary

Life is only momentary

 

I score the path with ample wrath

And draft the world a second verse

I mask the furl of spiral birth

The baby is only a mother’s sin

The father reunited with his kin

 

I write the words as they come to being

Thralls of feeling that rhyme and reason

From my viewpoint you will sense my seeing

And unify the possibility redeeming

With amaryllis grown by pilgrimage of guillotine

 

Death is a God I don’t believe in

Dancing mad apprentice slab to gather grab and tear the map to Nirvana’s calamity

To cut the demon from the man, and seal freedom to the damned

And call the boy a shame on God, to a crowd of hatred, they applaud

And word a child as a monster, harvest moon to carve the fruit, a lover’s fraud, a singer mute

Author's Note

Listen to the song that inspired this poem here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fKEKMUSxk_4

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Reviews

[danielle.]

There are some really great lines in this piece, it is the kind of poem I’d love to hear read aloud by its creator... my brain wants to organize everything into perfectly rhyming stanzas. The first two lines got me pretty excited, they are rhyming gold!

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It should be "SiGNed" in the 2nd line I guess. Occasional rhyme...it gives a nice continuation. You know the speciality of these poems is, individual stanzas have their own meanings and the whole read together makes another out of it and once you start you can't stop till it ends. I am curious to know how you did this, even though it's not homogeneously rhymed it still gives that sense of total rhyming poem. Like there's no need to do so much of effort putting rhyming words instead I'd say "Look there's no need...we can write like this!" Wow. Claps...👏 .
For the theme, I never heard anyone singing to angels in anger maybe I can't do that honestly, this was a real unique idea!
I remember you said you'll stop calling yourself "Monster". And you shouldn't right? A person who can sing to angels even when he's angry can't be a monster.😀
Keep writing, Good Luck!

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I know I'm not a monster, I'm just mainly speaking for how I was treated when I was growing up. Never a part of any group, ostracized and hated by others. I felt like people saw me as a monster. I'm really happy I was able to flow with the poem in the way I intended to. I wanted each line to lead to the next so it couldn't be put down. Thanks you for reading and reviewing!

[LazerRays]

Oh hey there, had to check up on my favorite slam poet. The title really caught my eye, the thought of dancing madness makes me jealous I hadn't thought of using it. I like the rhymes, and the edgy use of them. You really should start a YouTube channel performing these poems. Slam poetry is really great, and if executed well, beyond great. Please, please let me know if you start performing these

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I'm glad you enjoyed the poem, and yes, I plan to use it at a poetry slam. I'll let you know how it goes when I get my chance to share, it's a monthly thing.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Oh, and thanks for reading and reviewing!