Wordsmith Reaper

A poem I've been working on for a while now. I'm pleased with the result for the most part. This is my return to the longer poems I've written that I have loved so much. This feels carthartic.

Wordsmith Reaper

 

Immaterial Legion

 

The grey-crosshairs of primordial legions

Primeval imperial cathedrals’ reapers of amaryllis citadels

Ventriloquism dwells facilitate scintillating vows

Incendiary tranquillity illuminated jubilation

In the cashmere of astral catacombs

The scythe of her kaleidoscope interloping corneas

The corridors of cornucopias metamorphosis

The kaleidoscope of vinyl chimaera

Unsired by wildfires in the barren wastelands of basins agathions

 

Dead Heaven’s Heartbeat

 

Haunted by the spectral crepuscular exoskeleton

Of parhelion buried in the Nephilim’s sepulchre

The church of nocturnal vertebrae

Elysium’s Prometheus, the bones of Jehovah’s double helixes

Reverberating in eternity’s constellations ensemble

Discombobulated by the pupils of hallucinating

Bioluminescent lunatics in the martyrdom of Tartarus

Discarded cartilage of armada’s garnished to surrender

To the pendulum’s entropy in parthenogenesis

Resuscitated heart-beatings of the fever dream

Defibrillator assimilation’s desolation raven-haired

Crematorium of Aurora Borealis Valkyries

Dancing mannequins insanity scatter vibrato

Upon the skin of oblivion’s obliteration

Of infinity’s articulations like a Savanna of cataclysms

Spanning Nirvanas apparition a canopy of humanity

Amaranthine reanimated mosaics in their frayed pages

Ecclesiastical sabbatical basilisks masquerading

In the ethereal double helixes gears delirium

Of sanguine pantheons shed tears the confidantes of shells

Of comets comatose phantasmagorical pandemonium

Mirror the immaterialism of lyricisms hierophants

Linguistic hieroglyphics as the graves conclave reincarnation

And vilify the serpentine sermon of hypothermic metallurgy

The nihilism of bibles alabastrine rhinestone

Imprisoned guillotine pixies polycrystalline vixens

Of the photosynthesis seamstress of Phoenixes

The apostles of psychotropic Ragnarok

Vultures of the asphalt obelisks

Bottomless gospels in diesel aphrodisiac

Howling Dreamland

 

Succumbing to the eldritch Valhalla polyphonic

Of melancholy belladonna’s dysfunctional homunculus

Banished from requiem’s effigies painted faceless sainthood

Vanquished from the hippocampus hibernating amalgamation

Blasphemous patchwork scarecrows shackled in catacombs

The method to madness is a simply science

Of my baptismal miasmatic cataclysms draw bloodlines of artistic violet

Of avalanching through the amphitheatre of stratosphere

Polychromatic psychosomatic cadaverous anarchists parched

Left the dark to become a shadow, found the light screams another howl

Shallow hallows invalid photosynthesis stings my skin like a syndicate

Deafening indefinite selection of resurrected Bethlehems

Repetitious ventriloquism cinders of schism fringe

Beautiful illusions transfusions of humanities into depravity

Slander dreams, splatter your own Rorschach analog radio songs

Daggers of static sabotage empyrean frequencies

I hear the sequences of guillotine freedom

Shackled to my straitjacket, heathen of dreamland

 

Half a Mind To

Retracing my steps I left behind

The chalk outlines disembodied cries

Passing away the passageways

My agoraphobic puppet of good faith

Dreadnaught clockwork octaves sing stigmatisms

Of chaotic sarcophagus polymerizations gauze archangels

Darkness’s baptism of the parchment jail

Of rhapsody’s alabaster exaltation

Of the carnival ensembles of vagabond gospels

Apocrypha apostles of harmony disembarking

From the anarchist’s lavender avalanche standing still

Of Gatling gun pandemonium Amazonian metamorphosis trill

Endorphins coursing contortionists musicians of morticians

Of artificial prosthetic Armageddons’

Unsettling suns of unsung lungs dawned on

Warmongers cognitions emitting the hieroglyphics

Of crucifixion’s wings of symmetry oblivion

Subliminally burgundy urban spree disconcerting

The infernal back to sleep with Eternals sheep

Murmuring their serpentine sermons of purgatory

I shiver symmetry half-full of afterlife

My half an eye still wide

 

Darklighter

 

Apostles of diabolic straw-man amethyst damnation

Entangled in the intangible strands of our salivating hatred

Onyx reincarnates of chiffon demolition

Serendipitous crypts of pixies sifting bewitching

Pitch patchwork caskets rasping asterisks

Dastardly accents dashed in the blackness alabaster

The cast iron sunlight poltergeist malachite

To moon-tails crucifix illuminated jaded chaos

Frosting monoliths like a decaying saviour

Of tempestuous ebony resurrection

Demiurge hurricanes like a mistress of omnipotence crippled rippling

Scripture umbilical cataclysms in the Avalon

Of biblical labyrinthine preaching to grim reapers

Screeching from the bowels of diablos hallelujah

Growing Wings in the Dirt

 

Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name

The arc of Armageddons fallen brethren

Gallows hang in May

My picture-frame, face the masked crusader ellipsis slain

Perched evanescence, desolate wings of primordial hymns

Psalms on the fridge on equilibrium’s kindled flames

Brindles’ bane schismatic greys

Immaterialism at bay, harboured in the carnival

Unbridled reigns tamed encased

In braided chains of crosshairs dreadlocks

We’re all the same kind of cockroach

On the fringe of oblivions cosmos

Monochrome harvest moon

Of cathedrals double-helixes weaving Elysium’s seamstresses

I buried myself

And grew from the decay a pair of wings

Took root in my backward’s sin

But I’m not a Seraphim

The night terrors through the curtains of my heart of darkness

Stagehands of stagnant stratospheres peering through the mirror

Judiciary Eden to pier through show me, the way

The waterways of drowned roads

To the comatose kaleidoscope of vibrato

Velocissimo hospice

To the residual prisms of Godly afterimages blind to me

Down The Rabbit Hole

Risen from the grimace of Priscillas

Spindling guillotines

Out the unravelling spirals of your lifeblood’s iris

Silenced islands confined into the concubine twilight

Intertwine in the ichor of pixies’ crucifixion

Infinity’s cerulean wingspan gloriously

Orchestras metamorphosing your personality

Out of the facility’s of your incorporeal alleyways

In Albion’s Valkyries graceful second nature strays

Through ethereal gates

Playmates with aether’s polymerization

Crawling crescent crawfish mollusks

Glazed in the abyss raiment’s of God’s kiss

Praised daisies in the mist chase the tails of halo railroads

Wrapped in bliss

The depths of hecatomb blooming from a lunar chrysalis

Of will-o’-wisps dipped in tranquillitys’ obsidian pitch

Blistered illustrations of illustrious resuscitated empty vessels

Tethered in Netherworlds of golden void coins

Of pearls metallurgist swirling in the burgundy

Raise the curtains of clouds and try to spotlight at the end of the tunnel’s encore

When the show is the stage of another to tear through the masquerade

Abstract shackles of Rorschach krakens sacrilegious pilgrimage silver ridge

Gilden bridge, barricade Salem’s prison writing with a shiv

Till the ink goes dry within

 

Hollow Drums

 

I lived for another eternity

But died of first to swim

To take a swing

At these battered old wings

The feathers frayed

The devil’s name

The endless sway

Bedlam’s sanity

To be held by gravity

And still push it away

There is no love in leaving behind

The corpses full of life

To embrace your fate

Is really just another way

To run away

I walk my own path

I do not love out of apathy

But have nowhere for wrath to lead

Follow only my own dreams

The nightmare-age of light and dark

I walk the middle of my heart

Stalking little but the stars

And those who wait with open arms

For the next page streaks over the past

For new blood to run cold

And dry in the winter of its breath

For the stories that don’t keep

Suffering that no longer weep

Just fester on the street

The gutters open teeth

These Jackels never sleep

Captive clowns that laugh at me

Rapture’s cavities

Hollow drums are fun to beat

 

 

Nightmare Fool

 

I'd cut my tongue out if it were the closest thing to a pen

Drooling ink as if the scripture of my mouth

As if it were written to bite into the page like an apple

And taste nothingness

The perfect perfume plumage of movement

Twitching in my fingertips

Written in my initiation

Joining cornucopia’s vulgar metamorphosis

The forbidden fruit of our labour, the apple of my third eye

To not eat your own words but what made them

Decays shades of satin imitation

Full of myself

 

 

 

 

 

Chaos Is Not Without Law

 

I’m empty of senses

To touch upon the taste again

The only thing I can feel these days is pain

So when it hurts I feel sane, momentarily

It no longer tingles

And it’s sad, because I know my skin and sinew has worn away

And these bones can only shiver

There are no faces behind the masquerade

Just smooth skin

There are no smiles

Just teeth

There are no memories

Just nightmares

There is no justice

Just terror

And chaos has its own laws

Silence is a singalong

And I hear my favourite tune playing all-day

Sometimes it’s good to have a friend

Alone in conversation with

Empty bliss

We’re all in this solitude together

Tethered to a omnimalevolent heaven

Shedding skin as the pendulum swings

Origami menageries of bonds spawned

From the incarnation of marginalized aether

Poltergeists tapper to cremations salvation

Numb homunculus entangled strangling

Oh so comfortably unravelled umbrage

Travelling Abbadon's Babylon crumpled dreams

Disfunctionally creased

Consumption of disease, destruction of the peace

 

There is only one way out of darkness;

Through the window in your mind

The house of God

Is just the foundation of what we built it up to be

Catching onto a madness that flows through soma

Cloud pastels of castles in the sky

Let us fly by night and let it dawn upon us

The surging sunlight of the strongest armada

Karma's bondage singsong no longer

I will not reap the flower in the fold

For its petals I no longer hold

And in time when it will bloom

It will grow through sky and concord with moons

And then it will settle down its seeds

And I will be but a tumbleweed

 

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

[NotUsinganymore]

Lovely poems! The world is uterrly chaos and there is no justice! I enjoyed this!

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Always happy to hear my poems have reached someone else. Thank you for reading! :)

[NotUsinganymore]

You're welcome!

[Davidgeo]

Damn that's thick.

I'm only half way through. This isn't a real review...

Damn... this is thick. In a good way though. I just don't know what it really means yet.

I like how you write with this one. You have to pay attention to every word.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I'm glad you're enjoying it, I love to ask questions and try to make the reader find the answer. These longer poems are the most enjoyable thing in my life right now. It's quite cathartic.

[wordman]

your write touches on many factors of life,legends and mythology ,great images
this could be a series in it`s own right

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you wordman, always happy to hear your friendly reviews!

[wordman]

you`re welcome