Galaxies in View

Galaxies in view are but ghostly shadows of a past gently skewed; 

vibrant echoes of ancient purple and green and haunted blue.
The emptiness that I am inside is a reflection of that ghastly gargantuan space;
that temporal madness of reoccurring consciousness renewed.

I imagine humanity is little else than a virus, and God is cognitive fungus; 

Heaven is an eradicated plague, Hell is a cold forgotten furnace, 

and confining our universe in its petri dish, is forever; 

an inescapable, putrid glue.

Reviews

[Kye R H]

You give some great imagery here, Austin.
However, I feel this was a bit thickly worded. While vocabulary is an important part of poetry, your overuse of adjectives and adverbs takes away from their meaning. If you are not careful and purposeful with the descriptive words you use, it distracts the reader from what you're trying to portray.
I did enjoy this peek into your thoughts, that small criticism aside. I can feel the swelling emptiness this is born from. I haven't looked into your other work yet, but this has convinced me to. Well done.
-Kye

[Austin Davis]

Thank you, Kye! I agree with what you've said. I overdid it with the adjectives and adverbs. I really like your poems, especially Goddex.