Across Tracks of Discord

Previously another poem, I decided to improve on it as I wasn't so happy with what I had. This is better.

Tracks of Discord

 

Is my body just an empty shell that holds the hull of a broken memory?

A hand that feels around the husk

For the rusty remains of my soul in the carcass of a chrysalis

Know that I had mementos too, discarded dreams

But they were taken away while isles sleep

Where you wear the keychain on your backpack

I was always shackled, somewhere there

Watching from between sidelines

Scattering leaves amongst the silence

Looking for a key to the life I’ve held captive with me

Trying to free myself from the bonds I’ve made

The chains that I would have thrown away if I could

Unravelling the pieces before they can be buried together with a spade

In these empty cells, still, that life evades me

Heaven or hades

I built my sandcastles in chain-link

The children play together in my head

Like a broken record of the dead

Home became limbo’s crescendo

And I wore my heart on my sleeves like a scrambled emblem

Memento’s of malevolence, sentimental over broken pawns

Those times where things divided

The world’s closed-eyed asylum

But the way the summer tumbleweed rolled

Like a pair of dice cast in the fold

The coals of my life went cold, the fire in my eyes

The pieces of me that they stole

The darkness in the night

The fruit of all our lives

Was not yet overripe to be picked and packaged

To be reaped by scythes’ delight

And it really cut me deep

To watch the dealer bleed

But I discard all my aces

And left behind your jeering faces

As I saw my shadow there, although God had payed his fare

Found my broken heart a spare

Hoping for despair’s clarity

Or unspoken words of prayer’s heretic

But to see you reeling in that light

A smiles thorny moonlit knife

Killing time so cut and dry

I said I’d never leave your sideways thoughts trying to be the horizon

Looking down at my demise

But I would come to see

That I caught on to your disease

Your isolation never to be released

But my shadow stillborn creeps

Among the cattle and the sheep

And I made my battle there

A heavy cross I had to bear

For I could not make it home

Sunken by the shore of plastic corridors

Skipping stones upon the void

But could I make the choice?

Shadows outcast by the voice

Echoes of what has been, skimming oblivion

Spectral sepulchre of those who sink or swim

Too close to sins abyss, remiss from another verse

Swallowing us little fish

Because too many times again

The nightfall’s on deaf ears of humble men

The hands that grasp at coattails of seraphim begging for salvation

But I’m only a small part of what should have been

As your shadow casts within

And I see myself in you

And hold your still-beating heart in tune

An endless formless blue

That mimics this cruel sky

Flying colours clouds of dye

Rolling thunder brought to darkness, light

My withered shadow, a flicker

The wicker cries

For while you’ve been alight

The dark fought, I had, for love you, despite our truth

Anguish is our last glimpse of respite, aloof

Darkness laughs at me

He still makes light of my shaded grief

I suppose someday

I too

Will fade in time

When the people fear what’s crucified and no longer man

When there is no rhythm left in my rhyme

In my shingle wingspan intertwined

Flying inside in my open coffin widening kaleidoscopes

The evil called man will bide his time

Find purgatories birdcage paradigm

Shrouded in the cloak of a lonely wind

Your stories just beginning

The people cold as winter

Buried skeletons in my closet

Dead men dripping from the faucet

Awakening in nightmares’ realms

Where you built this crimson hell

I sit upon the soundless silence; darkness yells

And sometimes I hear them speak

The shadow’s calloused as they weave

My heart just another water valve beneath

Dripping lithium insidious sound

A cello, a hollow drum to beat

At the bottom of the well

Devil’s heaven rests in peace

I must now slip away

I will not be existence’s slave

For every treble of devils needs another shadow

And when twilight greys, I am the mourning

And when the hellions bellow

You’re just another darkness called a shade to destroy me

And the fire’s bound to light the way

And it’s the smoke that I crave lose myself in

Set the past ablaze

My empty body misshapen by the aether

Just a maze of abandoned playgrounds

Paved by saviours of the graveyard

But I suppose you've always had my back

Though I left you across the tracks

And see your sorrow between the cracks

In my cardiovascular masquerade

Fading ravens forsaken

Fake a smile

Hold on just a while longer

Before time swallows the wallflowers

Following melancholic solitude

Protruding from my heart

A flower bearing a heritage of discord's concert

A blitzkrieg pixies crucifixion, schisms of the infinite entendre

Like a coalescent blessing of entropy

Unending infinitesimal of sentient parthenogenesis

Incandescent sacrament of blasphemous sacrilegious pilgrimage

Primordial fringe on the winds of oblivion's hymn

Cylindrical divinity prisms the photosynthesis of equilibrium

Prison of mimicry of symmetries cynical wings of eucalyptus stripped of the soul

Birdcage of heavyhearted arsenals worth their weight in gold

Patriarchies of parchment's arson

Darkness the cartilage incarcerated cathartic anarchists

I don't want to hear you scream anyone

I no longer care to hear your warcry, or your lullaby

I just want to see you go still like the wings of clockwork

See you embrace solitude like the poltergeist of old friends

Become silence

Like I

Did for you

Somewhere around the bend

Follow in my footsteps

Tracks of discord

Until your end

Only a story that ran out of pages

Wishing to be weightlessly free of guilt

When there are no words left to say

 

 

 

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

[Pete]

following the footsteps of forgiveness. the search for the keys to freedom from that which binds him. great accompanying pics too. you always take me for a walk on the dark side which is uncomfortable in it's depths. an explosion of words and imagery. i hope he finds what he's looking for around that bend ... :)

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thanks Pete, glad I got the chance to share this with you!

[barleygirl]

Your poetry is most often expressed with such a powerful undercurrent, it doesn't come across as raging, but it has a similar sense of a wave so high & roiling, the words seem to be spit out with force. This poem is very different. Even tho you express similar themes of being distraught by the things that happen in life, most of this is said in a calm, matter-of-fact way, which seems a little rare for you. It reminds me of my own sense of futility & acceptance . . . yeah life is tough & it often sucks & here is what it looks like & feels like, but I'm not sweatin' it . . . it's just life & so it sucks. I was also reminded how there's no black-and-white in friendships & love . . . people are often so contrasting & unpredictable, there's no telling what might come out to infest a relationship when you least expect it. But even tho people do all this difficult s**t, it's still worthwhile to keep slugging thru this thing called life. This poem, of all yours I've read in 2020, has some of the most sparkling lines. I'll quote a few below (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

"my soul in the carcass of a chrysalis" - strong butterfly/transformation irony
"Looking for a key to the life I’ve held captive with me"
"built my sandcastles in chain-link" - awesome contrast!
"wore my heart on my sleeves like a scrambled emblem"
"summer tumbleweed rolled like a pair of dice"
"never leave your sideways thoughts trying to be the horizon"
and so much more! *smile*

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Always happy to hear from you my friend and your observations on poetry, people, obstacles in life, and how to make it out to see the sunrise again. It's interesting to see the differences between the different poems you have reviewed, bringing to light how I can improve, or the vibe, patterns and flow you sense in the poems. You are always a great reviewer, and I have the utmost respect for your viewpoint, your poetry, and your presence in general. Thanks for always reading these poems, means the world to me!

[barleygirl]

Always a pleasure! I'm back to writing another book, but I hope to check in & review a couple days a week at least!

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Awesome, I'm sure it will be amazing!

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But I love this poem anyways.😊 Thanks for writing this. This is the best one till now.
Sometimes what we mean is different for others but it doesn't makes it meaningless nor gives it meanings. You'll always find what you got out of it but you alone.

Is it difficult to understand? But one day you'll know what I meant. Keep writing, I'm reading you always even if I don't write. And Sorry.
Good Luck!

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

So happy you enjoyed the poem, thank you! :)

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Did you write it about someone... Most of your poems seems to sign someone consciously or unconsciously you do maybe you want it to be a secret... I'm just telling you how I feel about it.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Not any one particular person. Just a disjointed group of different people throughout my life that are all not connected in the slightest. I have mixed feelings about them.

[.]

Yes I meant that... It's a bit messed up in my life as well but I'm sure I don't like them the least but they are just there, they have the right to be.