The " LIGHT " at the end of the dark tunnel

RiverJordan

 

Super-hybrid ravenous fat rats; scurry in mischievous coded hoards,

 

Oh 1.....2......3.......frivolous ways,

 

involuntarily breathe deeply sunny delight

 

intently exhale harmoniously; vilely purple rain 

 

the holely  (once watered) clipped-ash ridden plants are well nurtured

 

need not feed them; starve and parch them for many centuries; within the years filled with hours; contingent to the dragged-out days, they will eventually eat themselves.

 

daylight savings shall rewire a life worth dying for,

 

a decaying slow death is utterly truthfully beautiful,

 

for the embedded pit shall'th reveal itself; grounded, chewed and bitter, evolving in and of itself.

 

crime pays,

 

Oh mighty lighter,

 

blessedth be the dreadfully, bloody, monotonous ,conniving newspaper (off you go to the hell-fire flames!)

 

It augments this sound comforting warmth,

 

her sickly paleness is vibrant as a fullmoon-lit coffin; conceived'th oh rottenness; such an ecstacy to compliment with.

 

inhumanely; iridescent flys swarm a meal-like  majestic hyde to farm a lively symbiosis; yellowed-white maggots squirm in gusto, zesting joy,

deep inside,

 

the cemented earth trembles, shakes, cracks and outbursts an unnerving energy; reflected as earth's synonmous CRY,

 

suddenly he's left !!!!SPLAT!!!!!;just dismemberment rose colored red; stagnant doormat, deaf, dumb and utter dead on the cold rusting train tracks,

 

no more looking back,

 

don't be blinded by the death's train; unapologetic incoming light

  • Author: Zapatron (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 13th, 2019 02:47
  • Comment from author about the poem: Graphic, my words speak for themselves; many times I lose myself in these writings, I am endearingly happy about life and appreciate life for it is not a thing (it is a force); nor should it be tampered with or taken for granted; to the utmost.....i'm vaguely under the influence: blessed'th be the cursed gifted with the highest good of intentions, peace over angst, decode the tricknology. You can't spell " you " without UNITY. Salute to your highest good.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Thoughts In Time

    Amazing and the words you use..deep minded you are and so true..really lots of light trying to come through..๐ŸŒน

    • RiverJordan

      ๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’“thank you for the electric love

      • Thoughts In Time

        Pleasure is mine๐ŸŒน

      • dusk arising

        Your philosophy as outlined here in 'comment from author' is commendable and i am in agreement.

        You piece is difficult to follow (personal viewpoint) for me and i think you do yourself a diservice because you have a lot to say and your metaphors are great. Soi'm being an interfering old git trying to be positive in critique. Not meaning to offend or disrespect.

        You'd do yourself a great favour in saying less in each piece you write. Every good point you make in a piece, waters down the other good points you raise at the same time. Making one or two only emphasises their value and makes your piece much stronger and punchy (and easier to comprehend). I really hope you read this in the positive way it's intended.

        • RiverJordan

          Thanks for the feedback, I so often get into an editing binge after I post something and I don't know when to stop, needed the constructive criticism...kinda my style at the same time haha



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