"eviscerates" poems
There's a secret only one angel knew.
It goes like this:
There is a place that once grew.
A garden made for two.
A tree.
A treason.
Mankind evicted from Eden,
... for an obscure reason.
Curious,
An angel flew down
-biting into the apple-
Adam and Eve had eaten.
Because the Lord's plan must be broken?
The Angel pressed their luck...
But ...why plant a tree,simply,to test their trust?
Now in a rush to reveal what was learned
-before they could soar past those
pearly gates-
Lurid illumination eviscerates their pristine wings.
The Lord sees All:
and He is Irate.
They create a crater as they collide with our world;
exiled forever from the Lord's estate.
They awake as a woman for their costly mistake.
Her place amongst the holy host is gone.
Cursed with forbidden knowledge.
Awareness of right and wrong.
Exchanging a halo for free-will:
Heaven is no longer a place she belongs.
The Angel outcast.
Cast out from her home.
Forced to roam this world all alone.
She sought out the Truth;
Then her faith became clouded.
There is few who listen to what she says now:
yet still she shouts it.
She tells me-the former angel yells,
"Devour fruit from the Tree of Knowledge
...if you dare.
but beware!!
God did not plant that tree...
It was already there."
-
May 22, 2023
May 22, 2023 at 7:05 AM UTC
Rotunda of doors
Select an arbitrary gateway
Rotate a frigid bronze **** and dislodge
Gaze into an opaque, stone encircled realm
Proceed through the division
Inhale damp, stale earth
Hesitate in a moment of hair-raising atmosphere
Ignore and tread slow
Ignore the echo of the sole warmth emanating in rapid succession from within
Ignore the nagging to turn back
Do so anyways
Realize pupils dilate when the entrance is not visible
Debate possibilities
Feel pointless muscle movement pulling white eyes for stimulus
Exhale tension melting air
Whine and tread against small stalagmites
Extend palm forward and to the side
Grasp for sight
Grab nothing
Constrict throat down
Acknowledge and accept the situation
Continue onward
Stumble against a solid
Release pain
Trace the direction of hopelessness
Follow with purposeful motions
Brush against another impediment
Successfully avoid
Allow air to flow against dry tongue
Taste lifelessness and potential
Release resolution and determination
Gain momentum
Allow ears to beg for rays of sun
Decide resiliency
Pant and expend time
Sense vision assimilating
Investigate the environment
Crouch and take in the floor
Gasp and whimper
Behold bones
Three sixty and engage all faculties
Cower as truth speaks: labyrinth.
Lift chin and only stone above.
And collapse, collapse onto knees in dramatic fashion
With back arched over, hands grasping and pulling at hair
Fight against reality.
Terror eviscerates.
Submit on to the parasitic solid inorganic void.
Become more bones.
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC
green eyes watch me from across the table.
calculating, all-knowing.
but never sharing.
she flashes me a smile as if she weren't just thinking of all the ways she could hurt me,
**** me)*
i know if i deviate eye contact,
that'll be it.
the detonation of a bomb.
as childish as it may seem; i cannot bear to look into her eyes for longer than the 20 seconds it took for me to fall in love with her and her fixation on everything that is wrong with the world.
she pushes her hair back as she nonchalantly eviscerates my thoughts.
sifting through them before deciding on the one that will obliterate me almost immediately.
she leans in and kisses my neck
with a predetermined chain of events.
i've already calculated her next detrimental move
but am too infatuated to put an end to it.
the detonator serves her purpose while whispering into my ear;
i love you
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 5:12 PM UTC
Subtly and quietly, uncertainty has recaptured its place in my mind.
Just as soon as I thought I was happy,
When I thought the sun was shinning over the horizon,
The gloomy impenetrable clouds of uncertainty and indecision return into my view.
I know that somewhere beyond these clouds there is light.
But, why must the clouds stand in the way?
Why must they frequently return?
Please, let me be.
Let me enjoy.
Put my mind at ease, and allow me to feel fervently.
Allow my emotions to ravish me in pure ecstasy.
Let the light consume every single part of me.
Fill me light, until my cup is overwhelmed. Inundate every part of me!
I beg, and I plea! Light, please take me!
Allow me to soar past the darkness that constantly captures me, that enshrouds me, that eviscerates the entirety of me!
Please, ominous and petrifying clouds of indecision and uncertainty…
Please… let me be happy.
- j.m
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 9:21 PM UTC
I know the fires of the sun
Every ray of light life giving
Destroys a little more
A spark for you would devastate my city
Why does passion burn intensely?
That my heart would turn to ash
Its not what I intend
That my heart becomes the coal
Fire
Fire brings warmth
Fire eviscerates
I guess its just my fate
To be only smoke and memory
As the better parts of me
Burn away
I know the fires of the sun
And the bottom of the ocean
Both are fools to gravities charms
The weight you give me
Why does passion reach so fully?
That there is no skin I know
That isn't marked
By your tattooed name
Fire
My soul and heart on fire
Fire is the name I love
I'll burn as willing tinder
To shed light upon your dreams
I only hope you love me
As a dream that will never be
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 5:41 AM UTC
Platitudinous, pusillanimous,
Pulchritudinous, posterior
Poseur, postulating pus bag
Posing as plenipotentatious
President POTUS, posturesome
Proudly putting paws on *******
Publicly preposterous woosie
Pretending propriety: a putz.
Eternal egregious eccentricity,
Endless empathy-less publicity,
Effectively inbalming ethnicity
Eviscerates any essential nobility
Excluding even existential energies
Of expectations of excellence
Instead enacting evolution-free
Economical inimical extortion.
Hourly horror holler hate,
Both houses holding hotheads
And hundreds of houris
Honoring honor-free hopes
Hesitation-free horrible haste
Hosing hope and helpmeets
Who have inherited helplessness
From heartless halfwit hoydens.
Boisterous ***** and boors
Beat beauty and belief badly
But beg and bawl for bounty
Bathing in bastardy and blood
But beyond bowing to betters
Banquets and bowers of berks
Badly bent beyond blessing,
They’re best boxed for burying.
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 6:00 PM UTC
In the kingdom of Saturday an angel holds nothing,
encompassed by picture frames.
A human trafficker bites a popped Tylenol,
Eviscerates the nightmares that circle his crown.
An optimist puts their hands up,
Envisions a tableau soothed with moisturizer.
A chieftain offers a beer to an orphaned
Child, lush with vermillion blotches.
A physician shrinks down in front of,
A simmered-out wife, head towards the door.
A gypsy considers being alone,
xenophobia resiliently grips her throat.
A mystified boy points to a girl,
Whispers inaudibly “I miss making her laugh.”
A priest begins an unimaginable service,
“My prayer is simple, my dear one,
Live for tomorrow, not yesterday.
Open your hands.
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 8:29 PM UTC
The evil in my mind, ya see
Eviscerates the light in me
It clashes with the fight in me
I'm trying to break free
The evil in my soul, ya see
Devours all the life in me
It harbors all the strife in me
It must be a disease
The evil in my heart, ya see
Inhabits every thought in me
It loves what it has wrought in me
And now its filled with glee
The evil I will purge, ya see
discovering the might in me
Dispelling all the blight in me
For this I have the key
Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 8:49 PM UTC
Those that say writing is for those avoiding life,
have never seen the way my pen
dances across it's stage.
They've never seen the way words can
wrap themselves about you,
settle in your bones,
nap in your empty places, guarding your secrets.
They don't know how it feels
to squirm under the relevance of a poet's
transcending prophecies.
They don't know the subconscious way we bite our lips
when e.e. cummings whispers
oceantides.
Or how we sigh, starry-eyed
when T.S. Eliot feeds our fantasies with dreams
of places and things we can't find in our backyards.
They can't possibly understand
the relief of understanding,
when Sylvia Plath eviscerates herself into our thirsty
mouths, spilling her soul onto skinsoft pages.
Maybe, then
poets are not so alive after all,
human sacrifices to their own mortal experience.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 1:18 AM UTC
You took advantage of me,
Used and abused me,
You misplaced me,
Erased me,
Till this day the thought still eviscerates me,
Hold and told me you would love me,
all you did was scold me.
You abandoned me,
Sickened me,
Until one day you lost me.
Nov 19, 2019
Nov 19, 2019 at 2:51 PM UTC
I , to whom thee attribute the massacre ,
I speak as your creator ,
Thee cameth to me o traveller ,
As a fickle narrator
For you **** me for your fate ,your condemnation
You attend to me as my foundation crumbles to dust
Your sentiment of zeal was mine own creation
You tainted it with your ambition , mutating it into lust
As the viscious cycle of your adultery reiterates
You indict me of being a silent beholder
As the heartiness and probity of my realm eviscerates
My heeds and warnings are met by your cold shoulder
Your embarkments of upsurge , and the subsequent collapse
Rendering my pattern blurred and unrecognizable to mine own eyes
now you stroll over a mine of your own traps
From my great design springs your eventual demise
Tis' not my trial you stand but shadows of your own that you face
As my realm scorches in your blaze, you drown in the multitude of my waves
For thee to elude eternal damnation
O traveller thee shall fade without a singular trace , dawn anew from disgrace
Hence shall come thy salvation
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 6:32 AM UTC
“Abrogation of love makes the heart grow indulgent,
Lack of such love makes the heart grow lethargic,
My heart has crystallized in loneliness without that love,
Now live in the past as our freedom gathered into the winds,
For every chirp of a wind brings a memory of her,
Methodology between us goes beyond mere dreams,
It is faster than the dims of light and morning sunbursts,
It’s an endless understanding and respects not the absence,
I could smell the lotus blossom in her ebony hair
As our sensuous fervor perilous to one’s flesh,
Now that you can see my eyes now you will read,
All the untold story of what sustains me in my moments,
Read my heart you will see I could not sustain without you,
To sleep in a forest night sky that it will ingest my anguish,
As I wait for the morn as leaves fall upon my body I awake
Shall I wait as earth and time afore changes all that is to be?
In this abrogation of my life the stars shall fill my tired soul,
As vines descend on this a departing harvest around us,
No angst of this for the thought of love irradiates perpetually,
Deliquesce in my arms of my love all misfortunes of abrogation,
Night skies eviscerates pain that has befallen upon our souls”
By Andrew Guzaldo 05/08/2019 ©
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 4:25 PM UTC
How many times
have I begged you
to break bread
instead of breaking heads
taking supper together
instead of shaking
in your oil burning bed?
How many times
have I begged you to smile
not sharpen your teeth
but sit separated
from your serrated
fingers and toes
let go of the bombs
that sizzle and blow
burning the skin
off of enemies
and dearest friends?
How many times
have I begged you
to take up the pen
not the guns
to write words
of hope and love
not rhetoric
that eviscerates
the very soul
of kind intent?
How many times
must I clutter these pages
with weak metaphors
and strange similes
till you finally see me
and all of my
disgusting humanity
all hugs and handshakes
all dusty skin flakes
but still reaching out to you
to remind you to
try to be kind to?
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 6:05 PM UTC
a pain that eviscerates me
first comes love, then comes pain
luckily I learned from the birds to swim
love goes with such precision where it needs to arrive
to every wound left alone to die
Mar 5, 2025
Mar 5, 2025 at 11:10 AM UTC
“How it is noted that metals can tell time,
Seagulls sparkle as they soar up above,
God’s creatures soar and ride the crests of waves,
People have a wind that eviscerates their souls,
Seagulls have leaded many to their sea of destiny,
In fields of dried wheat and soaring clouds,
Many born with lack of visioning stars above,
Could those be the souls that are lost at sea?
Moonlight shining on her skin like lemon flowers,
Inebriated with fragrance of sweet lemon plants,
Lives on in a lemon light of the moon cling to brine,
In their subtle matter a bouquet scent of age,
Love is a journey through waters and stars,
Love is such a war of thunder and wavy brines,
Two bodies annexed by a single sweet aged odor,
Entwine fruitage lovers lilliputian forged as one,
Topace riding the droplet shrines of aromatic guise”
By Andrew Guzaldo © 09/07/2018
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 9:21 PM UTC