Shrill Piece

A simpler poem. Can't say I like it. When I'm serious, I like to write a more expansive poem. At the time I was having trouble writing. This was the result.

Shrill Piece

Mother tongue spoke the best of both worldenders

Waiting for the end of all daze, peaceful ceaselessness

What is peace, but a fluttering addiction in the air?

Resting in our lungs that we breathe in but can never keep

A hallucination of dream speak surefire to be always higher than we can reach

A higher belief than we human tatters of this world drift tumbleweeding to the sound of

Something beyond our nature, that we have left forgotten unhinged

Is it falling through the wind, calling to our sins?

Are we but a peace of the puzzle that will never fit?

Are we but peaces that will never be whole?

Is to be whole to be at piece with it all, when we are only shards

A peace of me is shattered, yet still whole

At one with my dichotomy

Neurotic in my solitude

My bedlam is my own sanity

A red right hand of grass and gravity

The path I walk will lead me nowhere

I never found some kind of solace

I’m lost in the madness I found myself in

I’ve outcast myself bound in earth’s sin

I only did what I thought was right

And in the darkness of doomsday’s midnight shine

The future is bright as the blackest Meteora

I remain torn together, avatar formless

I pour with passions of my hope

Born from ashes from thy throne

I tried to sow the leather threads together

Clothed in dread and bathed in heaven

Frayed and made to spurn my choice

For is not to scream to have a voice?

The echos drip beneath my skin

A gentle rhythm, still as wind

Children sing, upon the rings

Every string a violin, reviling in cello’s grin

A twinge within revelation

Fringing on jubilation, life binges on a past cremation

Death is a reincarnation

Breadth is width the freedom, hatred

Neck and wings believing sacred

Covered in the stolen poems naked

A cog in the machine is at piece and parcel

Porcelain within the darkness

Hold your peace and part your soul

Release your reason, rhyme with worlds

Senseless as the reapers mourn

Bent into a secrets’ oath

You may take my beforehand but I’m betrothed

For I have always been alone

The nothingness is all I’ve known

And if I left something behind

It would only be an emptiness I’ve yet to find

Nothingness is its own piece

The face I’ve worn a crumpled crease

The bloodline, wrinkles, lips, ripped by teeth

I only practice what I preach, brandished Baptists on a leash

A higher calling sprawling, stretched beyond my reach

I did my best, bent at your feet, alight with darkness, a heartbeats’ wreath

Until I find a heaven beneath the yonder

Haunted by hollowfied skies, uttering lullabies, I wander

Looking for the abyssal star-crossed lovers

Until the nothing buried under

Sunburned by a sundered alter

Sunflowers upon the moonlight stand

Labyrinthine man, nihility, a guillotine’s brand

Desolations’ crematorium phantasmagorical null

As brilliant as stygian tenebrous the nothing alight for all-father’s lull

The sun will rise, the moon will fall

To doom our lies, our crying hearts

All walks of life are shortcomings dark

You cannot run from the fact that Death

And misfortune will flower over the corpse

The path you left to follow

A hard pill to swallow worlds

The nothingness will be amaryllis still

The empty words of god’s lingering will vilified shrill

Until the last shattered peace of the puzzle falls into alabaster oblivion

Peace by pieces of a bible’s kaleidoscope defiant hope of a vinyl cloak

Author's Note

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