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Ronit  Jul 2019
Carnival of flesh
Ronit Jul 2019
The constellation that speaks it's name is the opening line of the zodiac
Endless search for a sacrificial Egyptian golden ram and the scent of gooseberries and lilac
Once the name is found
A prayer to Aries and tie it down in the hope of revelation on a pyre
At southern side a demon will writhe forever
No need for an open flame as the name is self destructive
Constantly setting itself on fire
Inhale, the dead language will choke the lungs like fever
Visions after visions will blur the reality with an eternal guilty desire
The lord of the flies will come and swim around like impalpable air
Recite and the sand will cage the rythm in the chest
On the ambivalance of life and death
One will see the crimson carpet
Of the carnival of flesh ........

Existence ..... such an unnecessary liability!
A paradigm of unimaginable perspective
But shift the paradigm one inch
All shall rattle and blend in such curious animosity
Embrace the forgotten skull
Of the once extinct sane race of neanderthal!
Gaze upon the clarity in silence
That we all hunted for eons
Part by part , bone by bone
Take off the clothing
Rip off the skin
Passionate love with all this dark (Atlast could it be!)
Such affection will leave a clandestine mark (a futile try, one cannot see!)
Come closer with the mark
All new and fresh
And at last one will be welcomed with open arms into the carnival of flesh ..........

Savor the meat
Of this putrid celestial beast
Oh! Why leave the bones?!
Bring forth the pearl white from the carcass
Feast some more
Send ripples across the threads
Enact a piece of spectacular exuberance
Dance little marionettes!
In our very own carnival of flesh .........
This ...... this maddening hymn forms the rhythm of absolute opulence
Participation is a must
Invitations are done
Don the mask and satisfy the masquerade
If not, how can one resist this intoxicating allure of mass psychosis?
Contemplate the ambiguity
Bring forth the searing guilt
Pour it all on the lone puppeteer
Satisfy the masqurade little puppets!
Burn with desire under such delicious insanity!
In our very own carnival of flesh ........

Knowing the love of art, despair snares the senses
Appear in most sedutive forms
Under a venomous pretense
Bodies grow accustomed to this all new lewd love charms
This grotesque spectacle leads the crowd far from the sight of God
Some die
some go insane
some breake with fatigue
And some enter a nameless wilderness
Deserted and broad ..........
Once all are tricked
The shadows will throw visions of festering wounds and filthy clothes
Into the bewildered eyes
The puppeteer will watch helplessly
The destruction's ****** reunite
No longer the dreams will stay in shapeless form
An empire of nightmares
The bed of fleur-de-lys becomes a tomb ......

Walk in silence
Oh! dear innocence
With blood as the surviving legacy
Walk soft, go slow
A tyrant's final solace in senility
Walk in the shadows
Up high and low
One is free from the allure
Now one can go
From the seat of eternity
A thousand weary eyes will watch this one soul go free from the timeless leash

One is fnally free

From the Cursed

Carnival Of Flesh ...........
Whare ripples
trickles
dreeps awa,
Tha fluid run
tha water braw.

A' triple race frae which it stems
aneath tha starry heevenly hem,
whare a' come an thereby pass
tha rivers edge wha gleams like glass.

Upon tha wintery echo , far weel I ken
tha cracklin tree like a bantom hen,
chuckles oot apun tha glen
aneith tha dark too'ering Ben.

This cul' dark an weary nicht
hulds tha worl' e'er sae ticht
tae tha lays tha lan' does spill
grasps yin an a' therein tae fill

Tae a' tha glory O winter's parade
tha tinsel show, its masqurade.
Fills us a' doun tae tha bane
tae tha spirit O winter's ain.


© Alisdaire O'Caoimph
in Scots
Saint Audrey  Apr 2017
Parade 3/4
Saint Audrey Apr 2017
Leaden feet
Soul heavy
Constriction wracks my chest
Eyesight fading out at best

Every step
Burdens me
Drowing out my screams
They don't know what i mean

Cold are we
Faceless sea
The crowd is sundered
With a sound of thunder

Chemical feeling
Rising faster
Black metal plating
Hidden by color

Nausea knowlage
Turning over
Sterile and voiceless
Overpowered

The second freezes and the door explodes
One or two to every home
The crowd plays on
A silver show
And all of mine
are on their own

Masqurade
The masks are on
Every sillable
of every song
The Loss of feeling
I have no doubt
And they are carried off

A few rounds pop off
The music stops
For a split second order holds everyone still as stone
Then my life is taken before my naked eyes
And I wake up here, alone, surrounded by the flock


My heart has been torn from my chest
God give me strength
Eh
John H Dillinger Aug 2019
Pickpocketed

each pocket has a purpose
church bells shatter through the surface

the worthless circus sunday service
a procession past the pickled mirthless

dispersions of persons pass pews
hoping He accepts the time served, in lieu

and thus this pocket is purposed for you



At the masqurade parade all day
That preys on insecurity

youre sure to see a bargain,
sharking, armed with curiosity

but the cost is often hidden, lost
in a forest of desire, in a silk lined pocket

and this is where they keep your wallet



search for solace in a sound structure
then ruptured synapses, flayed fluster

rebuild it all, regard life's lustre
meander melancholy with what you can muster

place them in a pocket, each respective,
one for your lessons and one for perspective

as the pickpocket of fear plays with the reasoning detective
A bit of rhyming fun here with a few feelings expressed against some aspects of life completely biased and brazen.

Sew up those pockets people.
Sydney Victoria Dec 2012
The Flowers Completely Withered,
A Shadow Sneakily Slithered,
Through The Eerie Night

A Heart Tattered,
And Pages Of A Memoir Brutally Battered,
What A Mysterious Sight

Black Shadows Masqurade,
A Girl Young--So Brave,
Killing Demons With A Soul So Bright

Needle In Her Brain,
The Skin On Her Arm Stained,
Yet She Still Fights

The Clouds Aloft,
Warm Breath Covered In Frost,
Falling Stars Ignite

Eyelids Heavy And Drooping,
Thoughts Entangled--Endlessly Looping,
Ones That Are Neither Wrong Nor Right

Consciousness Forced,
A Body Exhausted As If She Just Climbed A Horst,
Darkness Enclosing The Light

A Glassy Stare Holding Greenish Eyes,
Metal Teeth Tearing Helping To Disguise,
The Disease Which Was Given Out Of Spite

Walls White And Square,
Sometimes Life Is Just Not Fair,
Dream Of A Better Tomorrow As You Sleep Tight
Jeremy  Jul 2016
Caught
Jeremy Jul 2016
Im trying to let you down easy
But your rolling to hard
Your Eyes made out of sand from a hour glass
Gazing into the ceiling of stars
Hoping to just catch a glimpse of who you truly are
Not your name
Or your ancestors dancing flames
Or the construct and deconstruct of your DNA
But to unravel your purpose
The reason for urges of the currents jolting in your brain
The motive for the moving left instead of right
Why your demons masqurade during the day
But parade at the peak of night
Why do you hide?
Why do you fight?
Why do you lay under a canopy of what you wish to be?
You have sight but no vision so what can you really see?
Why do you keep secrets from yourself and no one else?
You dream to be rich but malnourish your health
You pray to a god but don't know who
You find a cup of ricin enticing knowing the flavor that it brews
Why you do the things that you do?
Answers you need them
The fiends you feed them
Regrets you bleed them
Your words you bleep them
Apologies you keep them
Your flaws I see them
Clearer then prehistoric waters
Tainted with blood like the nile after the slaughters
You thought your punishment was elusive
But I caught her
Raised her as my daughter
Became both her mother her sister her brother and her father
Then released her into your world
So you can see the product of your abuse
And wear her like a neckless to choke on it like a noose

— The End —