Left Foot Stepping Into Heaven (from the dust)

Left Foot Stepping Into Heaven (from the dust)

A Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)
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I wanted to write on the idea of growth, decay, and rebirth. As well as the peace that would follow the last war among men. I had a lot of fun writing this, I hope you enjoy the read.

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Left Foot Stepping Into Heaven from the dust





 

The dead cherry blossoms bloom illustrations graveyard

In the rigour Mortis phantasmagorical deflowered petals

Incorporeal chlorophyll’s rebel

Sidestroke by sideshow by sidelines by sideways

Together in a row, in a regiment, in a stanza, in a verse

Getting fired up just to burn it down

Double-cross my heart and hope to die

The next in line to the crown of penance

Innocent oblivion throwing shadows on the walls

Like a séance for the chaos mosaics

Monolith of this orphanage of barren souls

Inhaling mushroom clouds

Ground zero on cloud nine

In the winds of timebombs, ticking

To clean your clocks from dust to dust

Wiping the slate clean

Breathing in the frontline of fire dry as dust

Duty calls from ashes to ashes

Rising like a Phoenix from the atom to catch this secondhand smoke

Plumerias rumination jubilating fading creation of Lucifer’s crucifix like an illusive obtuse pugilist

The mourning star of the show

The shadow of God left in the dark

With the light of world, flickering, again

Ground into dust

The sky falling like a high-rise

The pillars of the guillotine cremation

Amaryllis articulations of ventriloquism’s soliloquy

The visceral precipitation’s evisceration

Mitochondrial obelisks toppling Holocausts

Biogenesis lost in the farthest corners of our eyes

Out of reach, reaching out, infinite

I’m feeling downtrodden, shouting at the heavens

My voice climbing the ivory annihilation to the last breath

Machiavellian Evangelion cerebellum stellar melancholy polyphonic death

Gospels armada’s cauterize the rips of existence

Eclipse in the cerebral Elysium

Gods and men, revenants of Serengeti’s parthenogenesis

Bred from decimals

Spreading our wings across the dirt planes of celestial terrestrials

Blessing Everest’s in the cesspit’s emptiness

Ground to dust, the metal chains freed to rust

The chamber empty, the nest flown

The sky endless, the vessel’s home

The feathers of crescendo enveloped in the malachite shroud

A battle cry’s sound, a death knell bellowed

A devil lying facedown

Man who no longer needs his crown

A world free

A canopy from purgatory of breezy Elysium carried on the wind

The winds of schism

Draped in sin, dragged through God

Oceans brimming cerulean with Olympian photosynthesis

Raining polymerization grey fading from the trailblazers’ nameless seance

The rays of blue jays stained-glass eulogies

Illusionary bioluminescent rejuvenated seconds

Dancing in the timestream wandering on the breeze

Walking on the shore

Swimming through the gorge

Forevermore

The concord plucking at the heartstrings of the cardiovascular captivation

Ground into sky, the concrete jungle left behind the sun

Weary bones holding the world in place

Putting the pieces of the puzzle back together

In a row, in a regiment, in a stanza, in a verse

Growing from the dirt, the moments flowing oceans of the hearse

Coldharbour arboraceous choral of aurora borealis open mouths one

Tongue-tied knotted branches in the stomach of man

Struggling to stand proud again

Walking down another path

Taking no chances more

Dancing forth

Running its own course

From the same source of Eden

Paraplegic rejects given the freedom to grow old

Stories of houses left untold

No language of stanzas to take hold

No forge of fire to birth discord

Empires sleeping reaping no seed once born

From the fabric of history, torn

Ragged halos we continuously wore

Crown of flowers that no longer have thorns

Open arms of willows, the church of caverns dance adjourned

Devils of anemophilous to breathe life into the still-beating corpse

Silence violated by its own voice

Crafting paths of rapture's catastrophe coming together brethren in one point

Brandless avenues unravelling snapdragon saplings of lavender avalanches romantic to loath

Cadaverous mavericks bioluminous ruins of incandescent interwoven clovers betrothed

Soaking in the osmosis of metempsychosis kaleidoscope of cornucopias' orchestra

Metamorphosis no more distorted oaths

In the morningstar's alabaster cascading draping agathion cloak

Awoken by the bellowing benevolent elegance tremble of yellow-throated crescendos' notes

The world as open as an eyelid's sirens of the coastal ghosts

To have gone so far, and yet grow so close

Together in a row, in a regiment, in a stanza, in a verse

A coalescent Armageddon untethered to this resurrection

Beckoning to celestial requiem episodically methodical diabolical as Catholicism

Not that I don't believe in God, but who's to say that man could hold a job

If you want to play the game, the stage is yours

Making nothing from something more

 




Spiral Heaven





The fledglings spreading the renaissance of their bionic wings

Impressed to sing what Jupiter's future brings in its tutelage

Psychosomatical Avalon like Saturns rings ambiguity

Crimson syllables of heartstrings’ hallucinogen rung on saltwater tongues

The cherry blossoms that once bloomed in the sinew of a thousand moons

The womb that illuminated coagulated jaguars stagnant phantasms of reanimation

The muddy foot of a wild God’s stepping into heaven’s vase from a world scarecrows

A maiden drawn of the stars a heirloom memento carved in the arsenal of parchment scars

Ruins'-carnation













Together in a row, in a regiment, in a stanza, in a verse

© 2020 R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)


Author's Note

R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)
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.

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I am struck by your lowest photo of the cars lining the creekbed . . . reminds me of a creekbed where we used to "shoot the loop" (drive around this road before football games in high school) . . . it was lined with cars to prevent erosion. But no matter how many cars you stack up against the grind, we can never evade the erosion you write of. I'm struck by how, in earthly minutes, the demise of a human is a blink, one which is completely missed by most. Your poem seems to suggest that the actual journey of dying is so much more complex & multi-layered than how most people think of it. What are these souls going thru, as they make this journey? (nobody wonders but you, I think!) This is what your poem brings to mind . . . and I love how many times at the top of your poems, beneath the title you tell us how much fun you had writing this. Maybe it's becuz you see & ponder things nobody else does, like what are the intricacies of making the journey between life & whatever comes after it. This poem is a little stilted for reading in spots due to a pile-up of complex words, but your wordplay has never been more witty & snappy & playful. I get the feeling you were being shown this journey of dying & it turned out to be much more fun than anyone might've imagined. I will meditate on that idea, in the hopes it will be this for me, when it's my time (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 3 Years Ago


R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)

3 Years Ago

It is an interesting thing to think about, decay, and the eventual rebirth that many religions belie.. read more
Most of these lines are quite catchy and there's a whole lot of lines here. It's like a tour de force of sorts. Nice work.

Posted 3 Years Ago


R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)

3 Years Ago

Thank you, it was really enjoyable to write. There will be more poems to come.
If you want to play the game, the stage is yours

Making nothing from something more,,great ending and parting words



Posted 3 Years Ago


R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)

3 Years Ago

Thanks wordman, I appreciate that you enjoy my poems, it means a lot to me! :)
 wordman

3 Years Ago

you`re welcome

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Added on April 24, 2020
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Burlington, Halton, Canada



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