Original Sin

This might be finished, but it's hard to be sure.

Original Sin

 

 

The hammer of God puts another nail in the coffin

His court sentences divine judgement

Of the unspoken word of God

The bloodshot eye of the moon watching its children wander

An inkblot sun bleeds into a watercolour sky

Incoherent lyrics of cloudy hourglass

Immaterial ethereal speakers of surreal cerulean preachers

Waves are asterisks crashing

Like glassy molasses against a jagged shore of broken teeth

Turning a blind bullseye to a hurricane targeting martyrdom

The despair that grew out of hope

Like a great cherry blossom tangled in poison ivy

Crowded city streets blinded by the light of God

Unravelling satellites of Babylon’s bright towering scythe

Raise the Roof

Chiselled pillars of Icarus milquetoast

Holding the sky in place laced together in evanescence

Under chasms of Saturn’s amber and lapis lazuli

Lacerated dilapidated accents of daffodils

Vermillion as the billions of silicon stars

My plastic Rorschach daffodils a perfect snowflake of jade

My vertebrae reverberate a hurricane of maelstroms in radio static avarice

The flutter of a flute gusting through my hollow bones

The sound of the wind on my back

A lick of orange clouds blankets cover

Before the sun setting flickers out like a burnt match

Why is it that we live on this earth a reminder of mortality

A temporary bloom of a flower

Before winter’s gaze?

I swear I still feel the warmth somewhere die

Smothered in the ashes of its old age

Like a distant memory of Eden

And earth

Remember, the devil was once an angel

Every child of God was born frail

I’ve seen this world throughout my slender years

The songs of many heard by silence ring in the ears of man

See the moon melt into a frosted globe of blue

See the crumbled people pray on the beast of teardrops within their pews

We came quickly from the darting spring of time

We lived listening, though the riverbed is dry

See us grow from the smatterings of shattered mirrors puddled at your feet

Like the gutters that we preach

We who dare dream a nightmare

But have yet to fall asleep

I have seen it all;

How the church bells ring of mourning

The slithered sun under forests of telephone polls we are born entangled with

Scorned by the corner of another city block

See, we are a maze of colours that cannot see

We lost our way home a long time before there was a home for the lost memories

We lost the sound of mind

And found a different key to lock our doors from heaven’s silent scream

The word of God is just a part of this sentence we have yet to live

To bridge the gap in our (nook and cranny) hearts

Which we fill and cram with pieces of each other’s shattered jigsaw bodies

That will never fit

As if we can drown in each other’s love and pity together

And wash away the words from the pages we ourselves have written

And misspeak the words of doubt that only we have spoken

Maybe we made God as an excuse to be man

Maybe there was no answer to the questions we asked each other

Maybe there was only silence

Maybe silence isn’t a sin

Maybe hiding from the truth is taking things lying down

Maybe every rest in the bar is just another note called a love letter

Maybe if I send you enough of them

You’ll understand my words

Someday

When the minor key opens the door to my heart

And I can find my muse in the suicide

Of the tide crashing against my broken window

Like two bodies crumbled into one fist

Half-empty

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

[Kaylor Mason]

I like the line about silence not being a sin. Many times in my life silence was all I could manage with things that happened. No one said life was easy.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Sometimes you can say a lot by holding back your voice.