poeticallyprofound

[poeticallyprofound]

Used To Medusa

Hemmoraghing another image in my head

Bleached past the acid bath

What underlies, underneath, drawing flies

Rather be wretched instead

En masse, at mass, impasse with an empath

The bullshit doesn't last

Just piles and festers

The blister splits, dire communion, feast on the flesh of

Nuns and saints, the tongues they ate

Don't speak anymore of whores

Deeply rooted

Babylon, demagogue, unspoken by the Gorgon

I must protest

Beneath the breast of the grotesque and gorgeous

Who you have been extorting

Failed to impress

Devil in a red dress

Left me overnight and I've been mourning all morning

[poeticallyprofound]

A Promise Not To Go Anywhere

Gamble on the preamble

Bluff, could never get a handle

Or hold a candle

That's up to snuff

Put out the flame by the same name

Of those who never uttered such

But led by example

And it was never enough

A breath by the window pane

Gone before it came

We are meant to be different men

Undefined in the refrain

Along the way, a terrain of emptiness lasts

One day I'll forget how to be afraid

Push past glass

Reflections in the rain

Ghosts in broken homes

There are the motions, moments

Never to be spoken in vain

Underneath a kaleidoscope of hope

Going against the grain

Circles, hurt you

And then they come again

Circles, hurt you

And then they come again

I never know what to expect except

When I read further down the page

Locked and safe, secrets kept

How many skeleton keys get made?

You punch and you scrape

Gnaw and claw

Bet on black because you've already bled on red

If only they'd have seen what you saw

They'd look at Sisyphus sane

[poeticallyprofound]

Sighing Silhouettes

Some seeping sinister cycle of impurity

Keeps me here, rife and riotous to an uneasy degree

We harp on what it truly means to be free

Unfed zombies who simply cannot think

Celestial bodies that shrug and sigh at silhouettes

Seven suns could never put me at ease

Are we at the aftermath yet?

Slow and methodical, it begins to creep

Late for midnight mass at Carthage

Hannibal should've hastened retreat

Hexen yet heartened

Haven't you ever seen a holy man bleed?

I fall to my knees for false idols and fine filigree

Gilded in a garden that Eve should have told Adam to leave

So there is tundra and there is tyranny

One colder than the other, I couldn't guarantee

Living longer than forever, than Nebuchadnezzar as king

The umbra faded, cratered through my mezzanine

And I can't help but dream

Of another fatalist, antinatalist regime

Hum what I become, undone

These dark times that shine so brilliantly

[poeticallyprofound]

Moth & Butterfly

When I'm stuck in the mirror

When I'm circling the drain

It has never been any clearer

The source of all my pain

Leaves fall, Autumn's call

A far frontier from home

Burning my wings away

The beauty of your flame

Mother of Mars, alone

Hold me in your arms again

Let me exclaim your name

Into the cold tombstone

Until I slurp sloppily

In a second hand Jalopy

Trust me, sure isn't a Janis Joplin

They weren't playing, chopsticks

Don't know how to use them

Turtle blues maudlin

All kinds of toxic

I hid in the cockpit

As we flew over Jerusalem

May have misheard the witches when they said

You would rue Salem

Guess it happens when you refuse to date them

And a hex isn't meant verbatim

Cross the line backwards

Horns instead of antlers

The sound they make, answered

Candles and lanterns

I saw faces in the smoke

Before we spoke

This is where the second wind begins

Where bated breath ends

Where my angels coalesce to sing

Where everything that used to make sense descends

Down there where I'll meet her

Unfurl broken wings

Isn't that right, Demeter?

[poeticallyprofound]

Skin Deep

These blades made from your bones

Graze and gnaw

Help me feel less alone

And praise this jaw

That holds that saccharine smile

I used to know

I almost thought about it again

Dampened wounds and fissures

All the while spent

Running around with scissors

Where have the yesterdays went?

I should check under the bed

Lost eyelids and broken nails

Dreams from the nights I never slept

From open mouths and virgin veils

I've condemned contempt

This dead space

These dark waters

Can never be erased

Could never be altered

With each and every caress

What is there left to confess?

But crimes in past tense

That led me to your tomorrow

Doesn't that make sense?

Or does that make me feel so hollow?

There aren't any parables about cannibals

Who fall in love with flesh

So keep that heart of yours far away from me

In the safety of your chest

I promise to never reach and touch

Lust about the blood creeping down your neck

Devoured on a dais, on full display

Fingers splayed over a glorious mess

Naked, sacred and desecrated

That's how I like you best

But don't come around me anymore

Gone what I was before

Evolution to exist

Pissed away the petrichor

This feeling you should never miss

[poeticallyprofound]

Scab

Coda in ink blots

The blood clots

Congeals, reveals

Why I've stopped

Conscripted to rot

The past kneels in this spot

Words I long since forgot

Broken the seal that conceals

Dead stanzas

Resurrected necromancer

Killed and caught

These are all the wounds I run from

Crawling low and eating dust

In the middle of the void

Within battles I've never fought

There's a chapter and verse for this curse

Job annoyed at God

Oh, don't walk towards the dark of your heart

Remember what you were taught

Like the stars, moon and sun

Conquer skin and bone, make a martyr of

All that was

Wronged, bound, tied and taught

Condemnation that you've wrought

I thought I could abandon

This gaping scar of a canyon

I could scrape and claw and rip away

Watch it all whittle down to ash

It took this long for me to see that there's no escape

Wasted my entire life, picking at this scab

[poeticallyprofound]

Update

So some of you have asked me recently why I don't post as much on here anymore and I figured I'd provide a brief update. Poetry has gotten me through some difficult times in my life and connected me with some amazing people through here. That being said, it has not been my main creative outlet for some time. I do some creative writing on the side now and maybe I can write a novel with it all someday. Apart from that, I've been working on a metal podcast the last few years that has actually been growing and will soon make another leap forward. If you are interested in that sort of music, I encourage you to check it out in the link below. I get to review albums, have discussions and talk to bands on there. It had been a passion project that has developed over time and I'm fairly proud of it. You may even hear a familiar voice or two on there from time to time, as well. Other than that, when poetry does come to me, I will continue to post it here. Thanks for reading and the support, as always.

[poeticallyprofound]

After Alabaster

I hope all your ghosts are gone

Or you choke before you yawn

The dusks between the dawns

Never account for the rust left on my palms

My hands keep me honest

Otherwise my smile is sardonic

Syntax stuck on my breath

Death is my only goddess

After your alabaster, I bleed onyx

Never technicolor but a spectacular blend

Even when gems tend to bend light

I might try to find the dark side

Of another moon again

Back and forth and undertow

Never know when you might

Forget to know

Crystal clear, shattered chandelier

Fractured space

When the silence breaks

The only time I feel you near

A solemn choir over an open fire

Tongues tied like razor wire

With touch just as dire

Never found such another to revere

Such a sordid origin

The reasons turned to lesions

I find you only in a wound that I pray one day disappears

Underneath a portrait

Painted with these tears

[poeticallyprofound]

No More

An epilogue carved in the jaws of defeat

Knawed off in grief

Epitaph with no receipt

My god saw that I was flawed

Thawed my heart with glorious heat

The odious reek

So you say, when you heard him supposedly speak

You're not reporting on the countless corpses in the bottom of the ocean

Too morbid, unimportant

Doesn't fit a narrative

Of the forgotten and unspoken

Arrogant sheep

Sell swords to those who can't spell war

While you all just watch the widow weep

Run the gamut of the broken

Derelict heretics

Who've lost all mystique

Hopeless in the gnosis

Left to wait and bleed

Like locusts

I seek and seep

Imperative to the genesis of my nemesis

Misguided belief

So I can take whatever the cherubs cherish

And call it garish

As I douse it with bleach

Of course, you wouldn't beat a dead horse

And expect it to speak

How many more times do I dare wait for a prayer

And bless the tears at the crossroads of peace?

[poeticallyprofound]

Rochambeau

Self fulfilling prophecy

Probably forgotten me

Illustrious idolatry

Saturnine

Snakes uncoil in the soil, uncouth

Proof that stars blossom on wilted skies

Loose lips lie

And beckon doom

Who would you call in the autumn of your fall?

Thieves in the night with knives

As long as your dragon's tooth

Half a smile

Interger, feast on piss and vinegar

I left my shoes behind miles ago

You wouldn't know

Rochambeau

Quasimoto, tell me

All about your broken belfry

I still haven't found a home

Between rags and riches

My hands have been judicious

Empty and rashed

Lines bleed into each other

Don't you hate, the never

Ending feeling of discontenting

Life's a roulette

And I forget if I bet it all on black or red

Death's gambit

You and I never met

I'd take all you have to lend

If I didn't have anything left to give

Odd that I've went and wept

And you haven't even begun to live

[poeticallyprofound]

Myth

Every time I die

Such a radical act of defiance

Deigned to divide in silence

So utterly divine

Nihilist wrapped up in hyacinth

I wish I could kiss

The spaces between your rhymes

But you and I are myth

Like Tartarus

With halos tilted to the side

Wings clipped and coffins tip

Slide down a scythe

Bring me back from the brink

I'll lie so you don't have to

Take down the cyanide

Drink poison from the shadows of your château

Then contently sigh

A miracle keeping me from killing you

So I've tried

To peer through the expanse

And watch the devil dance

Macabre

After this dalliance with God

We betray each other in whispers

Hold on until we form blisters

Hand over fist until we suffocate love

Choke on sweet nothings

Eventually running from the truth

And everything we've never done

But how can you forget something you never knew?

Better off as a never was

This myth between me and you

[poeticallyprofound]

Wormwood

Ever count the hairs of despair?

Wrinkles on a wound

The sun's sanctimonious glare

A dance that's doomed

Faltered before an altar

Set to marry a broken hearted goddess

Half past dead around noon

Vines of the forgotten

Foreboding, eroding

A ghost that was never there

Mourning of a morning star

Bleeding and bare

I was carrying the oldest solstice

Moments in between

Night and day

Stolen, unseen

Under a sky so grey

Perpetual release, futile

Beautiful grief

The other side often reviled

The scythe scrapes the crease

Words we've never spoken

Scars ripped open

Reaching for escape

Why don't you blaspheme me?

Why don't you blaspheme me?

It's easier to believe

In reasons for demons

Than angels who sit by idly

Why don't you blaspheme me?

Why don't you blaspheme me?

It easier to despise

Those who'll never rise

Than someone who's fallen so serendipitously

[poeticallyprofound]

Rose Road

Once a felon, fell on hard times

Before pearls and swine

Blood and honeysuckle

Your Bible Belt is unbuckled

Let the punishment fit the crime

When the verdict is anything but subtle

And the riot is a rhyme

A pocket full of posies

A meadow marred by the lonely

Cry myself to sleep under a weeping willow

Need somewhere to plant my feet

Grew roots and finally let go

Everything that's been swallowing me

Have you ever broken new ground?

And cleared your soul of leaves

Have you ever felt like you've drowned?

Between the dirt and ascendancy

I haven't seen through the soil, so solemn and disloyal

Blooming, broken, bare

Nothing ever there

As autumn uncoils

Stretch these branches out to eternity

Into me and the empty air

A bandit reprimanded

Wrong way assassin

Stigmata, underhanded

Improper advancements

Stare at the shadows as they straddle

The cries of battle at uneasy angles

Scared and dared to look

At the creed of a crook

The need to hold it to a candle

Pay respect at the stone

Some of us die alone

And are cursed to wander the Earth

The walls of Jericho trembled as they shook

Temple to trumpets

Gave birth to me first

And it all came before I rose

No wonder why it still hurts

[poeticallyprofound]

Wove

Lithium on my tongue

Jasmine on my breath

Still dream of being young

Because I'm so scared of death

Yesterday in my hair

Smelling like I've made mistakes

Seems like I don't care

Feeling like everything I touch just breaks

What if instead

I wasn't suffocating on such saccharine

Nothingness

As intense as past tense

Lest I forget

This disheveled mess

Sanguine and disastrous

Damned in a devil's dress

Last caress when I lost my religion

Now sinning is a sentence

I no longer regret

Let you perish in my parish

The requiem garish

Grinning gallows emblematic

Back when I could love you less

Fingers weaving, entwined with mine

Thought you were leaving this time

You said you only pretended to be gentle

So you could show me a desecrated temple

And I know you wove woe along my shore

How could I feel so low, so unsure?

And I know you wove woe along my shore

Caught up in the undertow, not anymore

And I know you wove woe along my spine

A demise so slow and clandestine

And I know you wove woe along my spine

Left to die alone once I called you mine

[poeticallyprofound]

Jackals

It's been awhile

Since I've seen jackals smile

Reveling in this devilry

So often reviled

Revised my vices

Gave sage advice to the sinner

Bled past margins, horizons

In the dead of night, my fear grows thinner

Made my apology sound sincere

As the wolves move near

No shade in the torrent of flame

A howling winter

This miserable tainted ritual

All the same

Never revered

Abandoned by my dragon

Even angels steer clear

Flickers and whispers

Sounds like they're already here

And if I somehow reverse

These white bones in black dirt

I'll say what I mean

In the middle of your church

Because nothing will hurt worse

Than when you're picked clean

When you've been wanting to burst

[poeticallyprofound]

Eurydice (You're Rid To See)

Half asleep, lying with Orpheus, high off opium

In too deep, I feel loneliest while consoling myself with dust

I suppose it's apropos I go back to what I was

Remains ingrained in the ever so obvious

Emptiness

Wishful thinking, ground down to a gristle

Where every epistle is written

A fistful of transitions

I've so often disregarded

Your withered garden

So lost in the overarching, melancholic

Transfiguration of a dream

Discarded like I tied shrapnel to my ankles

Much rather ruminate on the rings of Saturn

So clandestine

And move in the night like thieves

An odyssey on blackened wings

Only proves as an ill gotten reprieve

Of how much the healing stings

Rushing into the jaws of dread

Like a song for the ferryman

My tears came in grayscale

The radiance, a trick of the light

Before it dissolved and became impermanent

About the time where my veins get tight

I retreat to where I never went

Maybe one day I'll open my eyes

[poeticallyprofound]

Jörmungandr

Self serving

Self sacrament

Self aggrandizing

I've been purging

Myself of impermanence

Accosted by a dream

Leviathan, swallowed up in the jaws

While spitting violence

Mauled like a slanted saw

Granted flaw

Fires that stoke the impropriety

Like an Elohim, drawing the shortest straw

For God's sakes

Can't tell the difference between a serpent or a snake

Gasoline and the turpentine

Galaxies gone

Lost in the wake, while you rake across my forearm

Third time's a charm

On the fourth, you're just an asshole

Keep tabs on the tabernacle

The tugging on your ankle

Mean you harm

You can take the first left

Or the last right

Turnstiles in the turnpike

The next lane isn't yours

Wise and impure

You only get where you get

By shedding skin

Guess I'm getting thin

While bragging about dragons again