An Old Poem On Silence

I wrote this poem a long time back, with the intention of using it in a collab piece. It's been sitting around for a while. Since it didn't fit the collab I'm now working on now, figured I'd share it.

Silence

 

Weatherbeaten waves of Salem

 

Cascade off the shores of Hell rupturing heavens skies

 

Wild as a leviathans’ diaphragm of angelic meadowlands

 

My inner demons set me free

 

They outcast shadows of doubt like me

 

Reflections of silhouettes ventriloquist of maleficent iridescent embryos

 

Anchoring dreams as I bleed symmetry

 

Mimicking Prometheus that taught the sun of man

 

It was born to set fire to the world

 

And burn our bridges, down to the last match

 

So we could say we’re going places

 

Instead of imprisoned in the rhythmic instrumentation

 

Orchestrated immortal babies raising hell until we reach heavens’ imitation

 

In his elation, he would forfeit metamorphosis

 

To a torturously bent angel called Zeus

 

Had an eagle claw up his stomach’s umbrage and roost

 

Because he could swallow the noose neck and neck

 

Beckoning a beacon

 

Dying for our sins before there ever was a Jesus

 

I hear him talking through tunes in the illusions of Jerusalem

 

A God had already laid down his life for what we believed in

 

And we didn’t who we are yet, what we’d be

 

The eclipse of crucifixion never crossed our minds

 

And left withered will-o-wisps of photosynthesis

 

Olympians climbing the mountain of God’s Valley

 

Golden graveyard argonauts of meadowlands abandonment

 

Ramshackled to our sins; free, with our demons

 

Down, in the freeway, or the desert,

 

Where everything has rotted polyphonic embargoes of our souls

 

So empty yet full of desire; despair

 

Arrogant as a pharaoh saying when he dies he becomes a god

 

An idealism totalitarian that we are more than primordials

 

A hundred years from now people will read words they’ve been sentenced to,

 

Without us ever knowing the final verdict to court the jokers from the queens

 

Through our trials and tribulations,

 

Illustration of pillaged pilgrimaged hatred

 

Evaporating in the shallow walls of our sandcastles’ sprawl

 

Will we have ever known any better?

 

Is God inside an empty box?

 

Is it the Pandora to our pandemonium?

 

My demons made me want to have wings

 

So that I could touch your tiptoeing ballerina fingertips

 

Waltzing on the ulcers we have left in our skies behind the divide

 

Multiplied until the science of silence violates even your eardrums;

 

If you have them

 

It is the only thing we have heard

 

You made us empty

 

The silence is full

 

 

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

[LazerRays]

Where do I go when I want some fantasy? SinisterPotatoe’s profile! Yet another epic poem (which are my favorite type of poetry- even the type itself sounds epic) about the clash of gods and demons and mortals and heros. I always feel there is an adventure in the background of each one. I am a major geek when it comes to mythology and heroes and quests. The journeys are always amazing to follow; battle and bloodshed. All in the glory of god and honor. Or maybe not, if you’re a demon. But even then you fight in fury and hell while conquering. Nice read-

As you can see, I’ve left Team Rocket to join Team Magma. They’re cooler anyways, the little demons.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Glad you enjoyed the poem! Team Magma has the best uniform honestly. It looks badass.

[LazerRays]

Yessir, I was going to cosplay them for Anime boston this year but, well, you know the rest