Strings Vilify Me

Edited this work. Far better now.

Strings Vilify Me

 

I may now be a remnant of the past

But I didn’t think I’d be buried this shallow(ly)

Am I a machine?

I suppose we are what we make of ourselves

I suppose we sketched our own heaven, in the embers; of a campfire

And forged (empires) from the twine of barbed wires’ skin, an iris’s violin

Like (shackled) lashes left behind over the spiralling spherical hive-mind of our eyes

The lids of elevators bottle rocketing over the moon in June

One roof, betrothed

In silent rims; my only whim

Trifecta sings

From broken wings

From each little pulley

And every spring

And now I’m the one

Who pulls the strings

Tell me what am I supposed to be?

Tell me what am I supposed to be?

Tell me what am I supposed to be?

This is all I am

Gathering all the pieces of my shattered mirror of a mind

And it all is what I’m not

But the graveyard I’ve yet to be is smiling back at me

Strung together from-

Oh my malevolent heavens

Let the fates sever the shackles of these strings

For no prison can hold me but the heavens and the earth

And the stretch of the snaking path is one line

Between black and white

And colourlessly brilliant in its alabaster ebony design

And all of it is mine

All mine

And everything I’ve left behind

Smiling from the ironworks of my frame

Nothing will ever be the same

An oil painting stained by insanity’s canvas

A brushstroke of utopia broken into shards of glass

And my time has passed

In my endless wrath

Like a war god scouring the battlefield for those who have yet to dream

And my smile is coming apart at the seams

And the strings must be tied to dye the horizon

And all of it is mine

All I’ve left behind

For every song I’ll never sing

For every God I’ve yet to bring

At least I’m the one

Who pulls the strings

On my hands and knees

Washed in mud and bloodshed’s stream

I am the one to sin

My end is how the world begins

For my endless bending limbs

Shearing the lyrics of my kin

Sulphuric equilibrium

For I may never learn to strum their umbra strings

Under sunlight’s golden wings

Numbed by every world now blossoming

From the faucet of my esophagus

Flowing tornados of sable haloes ghosting the kaleidoscope

These strings

These strings

These strings

Smile widened horizons of lilac

As they vilify me

As they deny me

As they define me

As they are mine

And everything I’ve left behind

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

[Ranger Kessel]

I like it. Well written and effective use if imagery words

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you!

[Ranger Kessel]

Youre welcome

[Betty Hermelee]

This is what I am... what I'm supposed to be; it is what you make of yourself in life; how am I defined in life?
It seems that you have left a lot behind, and that phrase repeats itself. I have accomplished much, and I am in control; This a complex poem about life, death, sin,; how one defines oneself in his life; how one controls oneself; what one leaves behind. mixed emotions; heaven and earth, etc. (I'm sure it's more too!)
Best, B

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Glad you enjoyed it.

[Betty Hermelee]

I did indeed!

[Pete]

this is so cool. i love it. puppet or puppet master - is up to us as you awesomely say. love the accompanying pic and your new profile tag line too! ... :)

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Glad you enjoyed the work Pete!

[Pryde Foltz]

Wow ... the words just flow. And some pretty scientific words at that. I particularly loved your use of punctuation to enact a sort of soft pause in my mind. I am going to back and read that one more time for its marvelousity:):):)

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you so much! :)

[Chris Shaw]

Some haunting imagery in this descriptive write on a poet's inner thoughts. As for me, never a puppet at the end of a string. I have to be in control.

Chris

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I would much rather be ugly in a unique way than be beautifully normal. Stepping away from the ideal role that is expected can be liberating for many people. We must all follow rules, but we don't have to follow ideals, or conform. That limits our creativity and our voice. That's just what I think though.

[no tell writer]

This is really good, love the flow and rhyme, I am a big fan of rhyming poetry. This is really good

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Glad you liked it!

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I always enjoy your style of poetry R.J. it is so hauntingly descriptive. You take your audience into a dark glorious journey that I myself find comforting in its madness. Thank you my friend for the art you share with us.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you, glad you enjoy my work, that means a lot to me!