My Walk Home

I had a lot of fun with this one. At first, I was having a lot of trouble finding the words, my poems lately have been without rhymes because I was having a hard time finding the words. Better now.

I’m breaking free from the asylum of your hate

Man and God, are naught but fools

Tools to my hand bent under the crimson of my fingers

The world is just a vice for the original sin

 

They stab me but I don’t feel a thing

They rape me by the streetlight of silence

I hear the shrapnel of a shattered soul

I spit the shell of my emblem of blood on the sidewalk

 

The husk of my homunculus

Rusting the rustling rage under the surface

Of the leaves like raven wings

Hellfire violet enticing the psycho’s nightshade

 

I fought for an emptiness I could call my own

I honed my claws, roamed the jaws of monochrome dawn

As the void swallowed my solitude diabolically, searching blindly for my iris

As the noise of the abyss of screaming deities irredeemable

 

Clung to my coat like an outstretched hand

And tried to pull it all away like a blindfold, so I could grasp the darkness in all its beauty

Alone in the shadows

And I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you when you faded like the moon

 

On cloudy dusk of nightingales’ ukuleles, the fog of augmented heaven

Only a finger of flame like you, shining bright alabaster can cast shadows like me

Over the madness of rejected memories disassembled

I look over my shoulder and leave the world behind me

 

A candle dying inside me, wide smiles of ivory knifes silhouette amber menagerie

Buried with the times the darkness marked me in the space of my lonesome life like a firebrand

Shaped the homo-sapien from the formless formula of the gluttonous gutters of a streetlamp

The flashing headlights that scar my skyline with a cold burn

 

My locked prison an enshrouded paladin amalgamated by daylight

Hallucinogenic remnants of fabricated megalomania

Mangled by the tattered avarice, the madness of a contaminated avalanche

Sometimes I just want to kill time before it passes me by

 

All monsters wear the world on their sleeves, with these strangling webs we’re left hanging, freefalling

With every ember’s midnight sepulchre spectre’s sceptre of ectoplasm ravaged by the dance of life

As Death walks freely among the living, he is only

Forever temporary

 

I am only a cemetery of people who aren’t

I’m only as infinite as a blooming dandelion

I am a weed among the flowers

Bred from pretty potted cowards

 

I grew out of despair, which was a hand me down from another life

Servant to murmuring serpentine hurricane daydream

On the verge of purgatory’s chlorophyll Styrofoam genomes, crows amidst the compost comatose

Hyper focused on the mitosis of fuckers’ industrialized by the knuckledusters of succubi who trail halos

 

The angels maiming Salem’s graces

Incriminated by the hatred of a million Satans

Emblazed by the graveyards of wildcards bartering martyrdom

Farming Armageddon’s Eden, demonized by the sired choirs of a thousand fires’ widened eyelids

 

The leviathan’s hieroglyths enlightened by indecipherable hybrids of malice macabre of songbirds Necronomicon

The hollow Solomon of dishonest godless beyond the shine of sun behind the sheet of belladonna

The Rorschach factories of psychopathic smokestack disastrous machinations

The rusted world I walk through rain, the combustion from the conductor’s chains

 

As the songs that bomb the halleluiah of psychotropic gospels of apocalypse

Drifting in the shapeshifting equilibrium of infinite symphonies

As the photosynthesis of blackened wrath baptize the sunrise with moonshine

The Mother Gaia cries osmosis for the crows of comatose necrosis

 

I walk home through the soul of Reaper’s ghost, parasitic host, clothing loathing in the morning

The scythe of phantasmal cannibals reanimated by the insanity of rambled stanzas

I look up at the twilight tomb, the illusion of a ruined rumination

I bury the sun and walk the moon, mutilated

 

The pollution resurrection iridescent

Illuminated by stationary dilapidating mayhem

The masquerade of faceless age

Cremating daylight’s blight revivified

 

I look upon the nihilist’s mirror, I see the picture-frame so clear

I hide the shame of another day, I find I pray for deities

I ride the reigns of sun in shade, vacant as I fade away, upon the pavement’s aimless emissary

I am the poison for the remedy, the silence after every melody

 

The word’s said behind the curtains of life

The show of newly dead that finally cast their dice

The memories that have yet to die

The pyre born to forget the relentless contents, thrown undesired in the fire

 

The final truth for a world of liars

Eternal youth when your life expires

Maternal noose when you hang from higher

And walk back home by the Brightside’s lighter

 

Come and die a death in the breath of a thousand choirs

A mouth of fire, a devil cries from the highrise Miral

The world of weeping willow’s pillow’s soliloquy ethereal

And would you come back home by chance

 

Could you take my hand and I’ll lead to the final dance

Between god’s of death, and slaves to man

Who’s wingspan stands at the gate of damned

And the singsong man, of Nirvana, plans

Author's Note

I promise I read every single review, and I generally will reply to them. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be happy to hear anything you feel needs sharing. Whenever you write on my shortcomings or breakthroughs, or the themes of my poems, or share ideas and friendly criticism, it decides my next poem to an extent. I will listen, learn and be thankful. And 99% of the time, you'll get a reply unless you're trolling me.

Reviews

[Onlyme]

Eloquently expressed, wonderful images flood my senses and great storytelling in general. R.J. you kick a*s.

[Jackie]

where do you get you incredible vocabulary from. soo so many large words and such a vast imagination..

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I read, and I love poetry more than anything else. I learned from others, and then eventually, I developed my own styles and the words flowed freely. I still look at others for reference, and read and listen to music as much as I can. Even movies or shows with lots of dialogue help. Anything that can inspire you, and really get your heart burning with excitement. Deep sadness or anger work too, as well as happiness. Feel emotions, then write poems on the foundation of those feelings. Doesn't have to be about them, just fueled by them.

[Pete]

quite a walk on the dark, wild side. this is probably my favorite of yours that i have read so far. to many favorite lines to list. you've always got a lot going on but the wording, imagery, emotion and power in this piece is impressive. it captures attention from the onset and never lets go. you've got a welcomed, unique, off-the-beaten-path style that is refreshing to read. always an adventure but this also has a way out. would make a great graphic novel ... :)

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Maybe someday I'll try the novel bit, for now, I'm just enjoying the ride. Always happy to share a poem or two.

[barleygirl]

To me, this piece has a much stronger feeling of confidence and clarity than I've noticed before, in your writing. Other times it feels like you are kinda crouched in a corner, spitting out your words. In this poem, I can feel you standing tall, as if an orator. This is very good to see & feel. One thing I really admire about your writing is how you weave thru different moods & styles, all in the same poem . . . when the world seems to clamor for conformity & uniformity. I used to think a poem had to rhyme, top to bottom, or not rhyme at all. I've come to appreciate rhymes that come organically wherever they come! *smile* Fondly, Margie

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you Margie! Your friendly critiquing on other poems helped me write this one. And it makes it all the sweeter when I hear I did well!

[wordman]

you should be writing and selling books my friend,maybe a movie inspired with your words

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you! I'll try to get published when I feel I'm ready for it.

[Davidgeo]

I mean, it's wordy and it kinda goes on a little long but, nah, f**k that. This is one of the best things I've ever read on this site. I really mean that, this is excellent work. I can find so many different things to say about this; I can tell that pretty much every non-dumb assed person who reads this will be able to relate to this in a their own way. I don't wanna be more specific. Well done RJ, well done.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I really appreciate that you enjoyed the poem. Many of my poems are experimental, so I never know if they're going to turn out good or not. I'll try my best to write more poems that people can enjoy. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

You really made my day with what you said. I promise to write more, and try to do so even better.