Four BalladsA Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe) I had trouble with writer's block, and depression. When I started writing again, it came from what the world around me gave, I bundled together the pieces of what was on my mind. Here they are.  Four Ballads  Beneath
“I’m beneath you”
Said the corpse to many hanging dry on death row Parched of their existence Cemented cemetery spirits of spit and soliloquy High on the horsepower, hungry, drunk on this last supper The moonlight like disillusioned disciples Of the black sunrise behind bars Their last meal, digging into old wounds until they eat dirt, And the dark womb of soil salutes the haunted soldiers Buried in a cold war thawing like a river of tears The light of day rejects them Only photo-shooting-stars-double-crossed off an American flag Until they fall dead when they’re wished so The truth is made light of, or brought to, willfully And every shadow gravities In a graveyard of blackhole hearts Wholeheartedly hollow Holocausts costly Pay for what you’ve done The price of freedom is a bullet A bullet is 25 cents at best A penny for every thought Round after round to a dollar Unload all this emotional baggage Move somewhere the grass is greener, or the money Silver-plated souls finishing the last meal they started, The moon reflected in the midnight scythe of their iris Reaping what we sown up smiles frowned upon Before we coins two-faced the truth Of a mere image that we look down upon The corpse flowers beneath the willow-wisp of a hanging tree Planted our feet into the ground until our words took root And barked back the biters With the touch of our entangled branches We are a garden of weeds The ground of conceptualism Conclave pavement is our asylum Our cypher, ripe for the picking The low hanging fruit Rotting below the sunrising up like a phoenix Like a kaleidoscope The billowing sails of a nightingale’s halos I school fish into grading me to teach with my pupils Your brush with death on the canvas Can draw out the best in yourself Page turner Page turntables A skyscraper of words with many stories Tie-dye Kaleidoscope drawn drowning On the amalgamated apocrypha Of psychotropic operas Doppelgängers toppling metropolis Of malachite lazurite astral activism Castles of vassals imprisoned bedazzled satellites Photo-shooting-stargazing Look a pawn the kings reins overthrown off the board Out of the saddle, riding that high horse a-mid -knights glimmer, Never in oblivion to be boxed in The foundation stands tall on the shoulders of giants and titans The gods of the new world smeared with the ashes of poets born phoenix This fire is dying, we’ve burned bridges just to build walls But the brick and mortar of the bones of civilization were crafted by no one Our disembodied voice is the only mouthpiece that puts a smile on the earth’s face In spit and spirit star-chasing heart-racing one Enkindled vigilantes burning bright in place of our suns Firebrand children of the midnight dawn You are beneath the wings of gods My words just pieces, of your pawns My silence, seeping, preaching, weeping with the choir Hearing your psalms Holding your silence in my arms Beneath the rusty yarn The blanket of another fallen sun, beneath clouds’ curtain This worthless uncertainty The churchbells sway, in slumber, one, you will have your day, for what’s become Yet still, the night is young This is just our way, what’s done is done In some ace of spades, our decrepit requiem We love you still, in some sick way I suppose you're not alone Although you never knew me Let this world step through me The roar of silence echo, in movement All consuming Until your name rings in the ears of hollow mouths
Outside The Box
Outside the box The light of day does not beat the darkness of a hollow drum The silent orchestra An orchard of metamorphosing stars The labyrinth of a tongue Licking the lips of eclipsed existence In the maze of a mouth of madness Singing the psalms of diabolical abominations Meshed in tapestries essence The clipped wings of creation each a crescent moon The jaws of dawn at the end of tunnels’ womb Wrapped in the thunderclaps Of the many frolicking stomaches Of the wasteland world, Slipping in the monolithic cisterns Of hypothermia the hurricanes angels The canopy towering over depths of abyss Kissing the bowels of hell’s Valkyries Lost in out of focus psychosis The kaleidoscope woken to contortions Of the folklores enclosure born to loathe In morbid Morningstar shadows Of the white walls of my casket I always did think outside the box I buried my past Until I too felt the wind of passing Like the shadow of a cloud Pastel’d on the cashmere castles of a canvases sky And pulled the wings Out from under my skin like a butterfly The thorny cornucopia blooming Bioluminescent requiem and Rose to take my place and flower Hallowed by the stem of a ballpoint pen That wrote words taking root In the garden of darkness’s hearts The freedom of Eden Seamstress of Elysium stitching the ellipsis Of Lucifer’s crucifixion back into the moment of beauty before its fall Like an October cloverleaf Before sour grapes rotted in the fields that laboured for them Before the wine was water Beat the devil out of man hard enough And the devil will keep swinging like a punching bag By the branches of a maple tree Like a leaf tempestuous dancing On the breeze of solitary soliloquy Beat him into a fine pulpy altarpiece To a god of broken toys who grew out of love Placed his seed into the earth To see if it would sprout spriggan wings and fly Take itself apart from the inside Burning for eternities fire Singing while plucking his heartstrings Stretched out like formless chords of the guitar Lyres that found the truth written Over the pages of a novel of flesh That practiced rapturous cataclysms Cadaverous avaricious symphonies Of mouths that no longer scream Jaws that smiled like Rorschach skulls Angels entangled in abandonments’ agony Antagonists that fall, as they were meant to Porcelian dolls, followers of holocausts A picture frame on an empty wall No moment in time will ever outlive me I buried my forests Made friends with the dead Their spirits uplifting Didn’t walk the stairway to heaven Just stepped down by six feet Will my pencil mislead from the words of the pixies Fill the pages over my head (with scripture) Scribbled made from scratching broken dream record’s of halos Maelstrom Salem’s railroaded reefs Creeping through the corridors of my empty shell A bullet mine alone, in a chamber, blank A body in a box Caving in outwards like a mouth About to scream into the nightmare’s afterglow At the end of the tunnel
Someone Else’s Song
Carry memories like emotional baggage In a heart so hollow I buried a world within it Like a pearl, at the bottom of an ocean, deep Built out of a coffin of different vessels shipwrecked On the clockwork shore of my arteries Shrieking like a siren shedding skinny dipping deadman That left their lives in my hands digging deeper Under the surface re-emerging from the eternities I reach out guillotines and string The terpsichorean violin Of their iron-sighted irises iridescent crevices Resonating within the highest pedestals of devastation Revelations resuscitation Decimated cryogenic homeostasis The cerebellum Valkyries of parabellum Melancholic hologram I steadily stand, and Reach out to dance with my shaking hands The answer ransomed to a hurricane in my cranium Raining mayhems maker Dreamlands aether The instrumentation of forsaken rainbows At the end of the barrel of a shotgun wedding Scarecrows heirlooms tuned to the musical Of the ludicrous illuminations of pandemonium’s Symphonia Unholy metabolic holocaust Of the phosphorescent intestines Of orchestral pestilence, The sound of hallelujah hallucinogenic pendulums Swinging scimitars of armadas With their instruments of war Metamorphosis in the chamber of their loaded souls Cocked without safety Firing in c minor The crescendo climbing the mountain of bodies Echoing resurrection Under the molecular perfection of opalescent oppression Restless wings orchestra sings and swings the bows Upon their rifles like an angelic melody Of the devil’s Valhalla crawling From the earthen rebirth of persecuting crucifix The bullet of each note stabs the heart With the reeds of a sycamore’s corneas The conductors raise their hands And the strings they carry hara-kiri As the military ventriloquisms swivels the bad-blood Within the holy grail The sound of stale hearts like stones Skipping beats along the lips of the abyssal mistress Never fully embracing the entangled grace Hidden under wings of hatred Fates thread plucking succubi From the stomaches of those who took a bite out of freedom, out of love And we were one organism again Under the cold eyes of dusk’s rusted hinges, Pilgrimaged with our imprisoned religions Imitating each other but only seeing difference Without the privilege to hold the hearts of glass Before we too shatter like a raindrop On the sidewalk of the concrete city of our lives Diving Poseidon of the hymen Wyvern’s of death Bringing us up together in a family, On this birds’ nest earth recirculating burdened With the determination of a hurricanes’ nation Blowing the exodia sky high rising Scrapped battered scratching at the walls The records of lost humanity, some time ago Where the reaping rows of a solitary seed had grown From the bones of Jehovah’s pandemonium Crows of the morbid clover orbit Moses, Thorns of roses I hold in the forest of my hands, Planted anarchies stanzas in sandstorm of my heart The dunes illuminated by the moons lucid crucifix Rejuvenating the teardrops of an aster’s alabaster sacrifice Rising serpentine from the bowels Of annuls transient avalanche Masquerade the faces of a featureless death dance With the malevolent evanescence Of a spectral perpetual renaissance Waltzing indulging calling followers Of the harmonies’ arms outstretched flowers Beckoning beautiful ludicrous echoes roots Of death row mourning cornucopias Growing from the stomach of god Every orifice Mars, the shredding of shedding Armageddons’ stars the scales of scars upon my back A lunar universe’s rehearsals of purpose Walking in circles Worthless staggering Pythagorean Labyrinths of scattered Abaddon The poems that bridge the gap for a world unmapped Captivating, evaporating out of every pore of this war The chords of lead beats in a body of psalms A concerto of marionettes If I held you in my fallen angel arms Would the wretched sweat Of their incandescent vengeance Fall like a flower petal Off my wilted palms And the bloodshed skin Drawn like a drum of strangled stems Laced by gods into a beautiful garden of slipknots blooming read as such Or someone else’s song
Blessed Unholy Creation (To Question Answers)
Immaterial ethereal masquerade The astral cardiovascular asters of alabaster Pastels castaways of cashmere plumerias alstroemerias Of paradigm horizons coinciding Rhyming kaleidoscopes Of lycanthropic obelisks Lost in the esophagus Of the world trees harmonic andromeda Like mitochondrial constellations Sound-bonding kilometres Like solemn blossoms’ songbirds Harbingers of auburn Autumns marmalade escapades Dichotomies dotting the eyes of the leviathans, Sirens of chimeras wyverns Of the horizons guideless lilac cypher Of sign language fragrantly inanimate Dangling star-spangled banners Of pandemonium’s answers Megalomaniac titanic amaranthine romanticism Titillating homeostasis in oasis Oracles of teleporting metamorphosis Gorgeous as the orifice contorted vortexes Of texture iridescent maleficent madness of onomatopoeia Conquerors of psionic phenomena Monolith origami lobotomy relinquishing Wings of symphonic photosynthesis Catatonic arbiter the cancer to avatar labyrinth cadavers Mavericks transcendent As the intravenous double-helixes Peeling the ethereal seamstresses Of paraplegic phoenixes from the vanguards hanging tree Elysium Prometheus the dreams of a guillotines Greenland soliloquy umbilical tranquility Ventriloquists strung up on guitar strings of a deathbringer’s hymn Scripted by the mirror image Of intrepid pixies linguistics’ incubus within Slipping syphilis through the cracks of blasphemous alabaster Blackest sacrilege of the vaccination Of immaculately ejaculated aether homo-sapient shaping Of the hallucinogenic evanescent paper Raped in cremation by human creation
© 2020 R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Author's Note
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R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Burlington, Halton, CanadaAboutMost of my poems can be differing lengths depending on the time you want to spend reading them. You can avoid reading anything brackets, or read it all. If you want an in-between, you can read only th.. more..WritingRelated WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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