Blackbook

Took a while to put this together. The best fun I've had so far in writing for quite some time!

The fabric of history is cut from the same cloth run ragged

With the transient phantasmal avalanche

Of bandages a hammock of bleeding jasmine cashmere

Clouds enveloped in candlelight velvet stalactites

Cardiovascular rhapsody like

The succulent nothingness

Of a smothered mother hushing her succubi

Spiralling lilac vinyl sundial vines of gaia's xylophones kaleidoscope

Like a clamouring Vatican of amaranthine dances

In the languished anguish of lavender amethysts of insanity’s Nirvana

Like origami comets of blackhearted andromeda’s of harbingers shouting like

Valkyries of Aurora borealis blending hallucinogenic

Ebony serenity unravelled callouses

Of malfeasant inclandestine vesicular evanescence

Resurrected depths of echoing sepulchres

Stretching crescent moons blooming flags in unison ruminate

Into dancing sanctuaries rippling off the surface

Of doom’s communion smiling across

The blossoming metropolis of industrial heartbeats

Flowing through the gears and crevices

Of the civilization machine, the taboo hallelujah

Of shadows malleable as the gallows

Drifting shapeshifter rippling lithium

Assaulted battery acid of the vanilla acrylic ventriloquist

The colours of an underworld twisting unraveling

Into itself like a swallowing sun spun

Interweaving with the bulimic seamstress

Screaming reasonless fever-dream Elysium

Spitting obsidian quivers of the viridian arrows

Of trees flickering umbilical peripheral photosynthesis

Amplified by a serpentine rhyme of cyberpunk junkyards

Of harvest moons’ butterflies stomaches left crucified

Smiling incrusted diamonds on this rockface a shining jewel

On the crown of the silver-jawed forest

The umbra of sunsets’ confetti of unending tempestuous epilepsy

Merging sepulchres on the verge of eternal hurricanes

Jasmine cardiovascular flow of motorboat osmosis

Faucets obelisk clockwork kaleidoscopic

Phantasmal avalanche crawling handstands

Banners stranded bystanders amaranthine hanging by a pigtail

On my back are constellations that crescendo in my embryos

Scattered ashes of a hitchhiker on the milky-way

Shedding light like the chrysalis of a blackhole

Tenebrous luminosity among pastel daffodils

Unfurling hurricanes which Rorschach sandcastles crumble under

In the footsteps of time’s catalyst rattling down memory lane

The rain like blood-stained-glass-cannon window-pain

Jesus sitting cross-legged like a splinter with a forked tongue

Singing hymns of the oak trees limbs in every blackthorn branch

Staple-shut the jaws of dawn as the answers’ hand-me-downs dance

Love again

Pastel daffodils unfurling

Mislead folksong trailblazing an empty path of burning villages

The daydreams of Seraphim arrogant marionettes playing with death

Void vortex intercourse set in the ways of man and by the word of god

Death whispers in my ears slithering oblivion bound by a slipknot tongue

Teetering between the two extremes

I mask my face from the sunlight behind the shadow of a mirror

Zephyr my emblem of pestilence dangling fingers of flame

Raise our roots towards the upsidedown tongues in the mountains of the sun

Our melting hearts like Icarus, one

Blending in heaven’s metallurgy in evangelical parhelion

As the world stumbled and slipping off the wet pavement of my tongue

Our roots as tall as our branches, heartbeats,

Different fonts rippling sunlight take root on the watercolour page

Hearts skipping beats like jumprope at a hangman’s funeral

Blackbooks written in porcelain metamorphosis

Off in the distance an abyss of sunkissed whispers reminiscent

Clockwork kaleidoscopic

Castaway harakiri of the blackberry’s sanctuary

Lovecraftian alabaster blasphemy melting in the shadows of moonlight

The colour of empty pages filled to the brim

With all the words I never said to you

There is no silver-lining

In your heart of gold

You left me broken to put the pieces back into mourning rising from the horizon

And I buried my dreams with you

Until they grew over our hollow heads

To look down upon this world’s symphony conducted by the gods of silence

Out of tune music as my runes become fluid and illuminate

The parched tongues of this gilded wilderness drunk on the homunculi of sunlight’s vice

Born from you and I,

But from only just a slice

Like a butterfly’s scythe

Split down the middle of each pages’ wings

Broken voices left with nothing

But still sing, in resuscitation

And I will finish this race

Even if I come in last place

I play my own spiralling vinyl of inkblot Ragnarok

In the broken record of my heartbeat

Maybe one day you'll know what it is to die

Burning out like a firework

Like a candle in the wind, stretching

Into this tongue of a flame being french kissed by death

Spitting up the words swallowed by another's empty stomach

Into a body of words that died in the arms of a poet

Planting the seed of another futile forest

 

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]

i can tell you had fun with this one - a masterpiece that i really like. so many memorable lines. i always have to take a deep breath when i read you. you clearly possess a vast vocabulary and a talent for knitting unique imagery. bravo ... :)

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you for checking it out, I'm always happy to share poems, I've been reading some of yours too, definitely will leave a review at some point.

[wordman]

lot of great lines in this write,liked them all

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you! :)

[wordman]

you`re welcome