Noise

I'm physically ill. Yay. Here's a poem that should have been better. Enjoy.

Inquisitions of ventriloquists

Nebulous centurions of Armageddons candelabra

Sauntering into the sanguine animosity’s with nothing to light the way but darkness

All I’m saying is the words of marionettes are as lifeless as the midnight sky, empty of a sun

All I’m saying is a hum amidst the tapestries of rhapsody telepathic afterimages plumage illuminated

All I’m saying is silence

Every word naught but a stone on a mountain

Or a drop in the ocean

Or a dervish without motion

Or a villain named heroic

Or a pilgrim called a poet

A guillotine corroded

Down to the rustic flustering combustion of subtenant homunculus

Running blood left unannunciated

Stuttering con-fuddled words of undertakers’ dirge

Never heard under the hurricanes of verse

Even those mantras of polyphonic belladonna have been cursed

The silenced kaleidoscope buried, married to the dirt

The iridescent celestials burdened herds by empty words

Deserted currents not to surge

Like a swarming void disturbed, by the brightest lightning polymerizing in a blur

Blinded silence numbed in slumber stumbling crumbled under hearth

Empires of starlight stagnant agony’s hearse

Backwards laughter in reverse

Cast out casket masquerade plastic in the earth

Bask in basilisks bioluminescent sepulchral

Crepuscular crescent moon illuminated ruminations

Doomsayer dragon-slayer saga’s sung by vagabond tongue

Who lost their esophagus of apostles rotting in the mud

Apocalypse greased with blood of Babylonians

The only tears so fearful, run

Even screams fall quiet to siren scythed by hum

Until the final silence violates our very lungs

No last act to have been done

The end of never-lands Abaddon satin avalanches begun

Cutting roughage through the grunge of setting suns

My heart will be the drum

For words regurgitated rung

Singsongs carried on

The backs of cataclysms risen harlequin of instruments strung

From the webs that we will weave

Of the bed of sun-dried fallen leaves

Beneath the hanging rampage of the trees

Shattered atoms follow Eve

Retreating from Eden planting Abaddon's seeds

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

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I loved this -
All I’m saying is silence

Every word naught by a stone on a mountain

Or a drop in the ocean

Or a dervish without motion

Or a villain named heroic

Or a pilgrim called a poet

A guillotine corroded


Wooowww! Well you are cool you know. You should read Jacob , you two can get along really well. For this poem I like it as as always! You're awesome!

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I forgot to respond to this, thank you for your kind words! :)