moonbow - original poem

moonbow

breaking schisms

unravelling sigmoids

the fearful 

the loathsome

the isolated schizoid

he offers to not take any sides

rather burn it all down

into heaps of cosmic waste 

and film it with his outdated handycam

all from the sidelines

being sure to not interfere

simply catch the vibe

and ride in the wavepool

of it's silent reaction

and then fly off

into the crimson sky

using flacon eyes

to scour for another anomaly

to capture innocence

then rinse repeatedly

trailing the howls

heard in the corridor

of decaying urban sheets

following the odor of death

through dilapidated

gallivant library halls

always seeking the beginning

of humanity's deep dark plunge

into the briny ocean

of Satan himself

where the water's tonicity

is so high 

your body only

floats involuntarily

and the salt vapors

seep into your eyes

divesting you

of the green-fed sunshine

of your bloody martyr

and uninvited saviour

the one who died for your sins

and puked all over the walls

after handing you a load

as big as a double-stack

all for you to pull

and bear the forthcoming

of a creative isolation

and introspective existence found alone 

pushing the freight train of emptiness

along the steel tracks of death

following the shine endlessly

towards the kingdoms of light

barricaded and bordered

by the prevalent color elected into office

by the silent majority's voting habits

away from all the schisms

the arbitrary golden rules

and endless regulations

where the birds fly freely

without the burden of feathered wings

caring not of any drones

only fascinated with the mountains

and electric eel moonscapes

above the shrubby hillsides

akin to abandoned bones

covered in thick

grey molasses so sweet

its content exercises every limb

and he may attempt to wade through

and find any resemblance

of beams of color and white

like the crimson crystals

suspended in the ambient air

the jewels in the sky 

that you aimed to grasp

to leave the dark 

and disillusioning landscape

away from the pits of evil

and the darkness of pure night

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16670589-moonbog-by-Colvet

bloom - original poem

bloom

our defensive knights

guardians of goblins

and nightmarish giants

they know not

of human desires

and habitually-eased truths

or deceptive mantras told

to internally shake the jitters

they simply fashion their swords

under the imminent threat of evil

and the immensity

of danger's unholy bite

yet their armored plates

know not 

of the personal battles

of their allies and kin alike

we cannot ponder the mistakes

of our eulogized soldiers

who were slashed down

by other territorial men

who were scared but still scary

and willing to protect

the maggot-filled coffins

of the heroes from their steed

and the tactile defenders 

of their century-old homes

but we must forget not

that all chain mail

eventually loses a link

but like the sweet soft spot

in a newborn baby's skull

knowledge and love

paired with unconditional care

can desalinate any pond

can clear any code blue spills

we can make plants sprout anew

from their hibernating bodies

stuck in their roots

the woody hallways of fame

nutrients and fallen heroes

who know not 

of human desires

only the concept of re-birth

interconnectedness

the aspiration 

of starting anew

with deeply deposited 

hydrophobic residues

the Earth decided to leave us with

to learn something from

and to finally bloom

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16669001-bloom-by-Colvet

test subject - original poem

test subject

dried herbs

rotten crops

decaying corpses

jaws dropped

creaking window

open door

hellfire flames

beneath the basement

cellar door

brew the ashes

in toxic lethal gas

in ionic liquids

atop crystallizing glass

when it hardens

by the morningtime

it must taste nice

a frontal surge

of isolated orchid dew

but his body was prepped

now dropping invisibly

through the floor

melting and wiggling

past the solid floorboards

wallowing and aching

cowering in pain

your experiment's past its endpoint

suffering now

only for your fame

a silver bullet

dipped in Vicodin

and sulfuric acid

it's all that we can offer

it must do the job

aim for it's third eye

destroy the pineal gland

if your hit's successful

you should see a mist

of finely particled purple goo

that's how we know

that you've hit your target

and removed us from danger

from the psychopathic

test subject

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16667536-test-subject-by-Colvet

ataraxia - original poem

 ataraxia

show me first-handedly

that hopes of ataraxia

are not a mere myth

not a green ancient dragon

locked behind bars and beams

sleeping on heaps of gold

rubies, gems, and rarities

for all the worries, doubts,

and shameful resentments

get stuck in the pits

of the metal barred beams

trapped at the gumline

dripping fungal blood

on his stained teeth

a physical reminder

of the flaneur's existence

the speed of hope

running track and field

and the myth of ataraxia

protecting the gems

of human philosophy

under his inflamed breath

and dense dreaming head

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16663127-ataraxia-by-Colvet

cancer [white queen bee] - original poem

cancer [white queen bee]

cutting off the wing

of the sacred queen bee

retiring into old age

involuntarily

cut the head off

of the white mother queen

her mental gymnastics

tore a cosmic seam

in the dualistic

symmetrical chess board

and now the head

lays shrunken

devoid of any life

yet still mumbling little lies

white bleached lies

fearful theatrics of evil

fantasies of bubonic plagues

ravaging and raping

pillaging and doing thy might

in the name

of Lord Satan

on some old

dirty dusty ass

Midwestern country

Ohioan bumfuck road

you must have saw him

stared into those same

garnet crystallized eyes

and you decided not

to turn the other cheek

rather opened him up

into the wand of your hand

to the traumas in your backpack

nestled beneath your large water jug

and now your soul

lays dehydrated

decrepit

and lost

and so it sits

lacking any air

shrinking in my hand

fading into red rusty dust

take care of your cancer

immediately

for mother is waiting

the white queen bee

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16659821-cancer-white-queen-bee-by-Colvet

file cabinet hiding spot - original poem

 

file cabinet hiding spot

mauve stains

and purple pricks

dithered randomly

beneath hot

pink inflamed tissue

the nonchalant nibbles

and dark atonements

living in the mind

of the slasher who forgot

his Halloween mask

but his rips and tears

are still penned pliantly

on my shattered shell of skin

coiling in mechanical symphony

turning in a musical escape

from the sad landscape

and the palms of our brains

painted on the rosy checks

of innocent children

none the wiser

to the tributary currents

or age-old curtains

and trade-kept secrets

luring one to the shadows

of helplessness

in the file cabinet

of personal accountability

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16657869-file-cabinet-hiding-spot-by-Colvet

paleobotanist - original poem

paleobotanist

the paleobotanist

will be sure to find a cure

"the only one left

in this hyper-sphere

of the soiled universe"

remarks the weary cyclops

the final key

to advanced

xeno-morphogenesis

must be hidden

avoiding hydrolysis

beneath the moldy

green carpeted layers

of Saturn's

reproducing flower ports

dangling and drooping

off its unreal rings 

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16656090-paleobotanist-by-Colvet

midnight moon - original poem

 midnight moon

you did me dirty

midnight moon

but I offer no resentful

or vengeful notes of anger

for your fangs to latch onto

the hand-drawn black box

on the backside of my neck

blocks the only biological gateway

between my own armor

and the glowingness of you

thick black ink

serving as rubber cement

securing the dusty old gate

finally in its resting place

so I will not resort to violence

or misdirected hatred

for only our midnight moon

is left to shimmer

in the fields of our clouds

above where the other brethren

were all cast out of Heaven

leaving only their ugly

dusty vibrant entrails

squirming in the sky

still observable

on our modern telescope

as periscopic mystic codes

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16654891-midnight-moon-by-Colvet

Bookman - original poem by Sasha Logan

Bookman

A wealthy man shows intellect,

from pondering his manuscripts.

He’s never been on ship nor train,

to see the world, he’s too afraid.

For now he cowers inside his room,

content to watch the flowers bloom.

Roses and wildflowers from his window,

same books and view from his youth. 

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16681107-Bookman-by-Sasha-Logan

C.J. Cherryth Covers #1

Taking a look at some of the amazing cover art found on the sci-fi and fantasy novels written by the prolific writer C.J. Cherryth.  I still have to dive into this author's work and I think I will start with the Cyteen series since I have all three in the series unless anyone has any better suggestions.  

diurnal resonance - original poem

 diurnal resonance

all longing for

the diurnal beats

wandering in resonance

with our major vital organs

to command the inner chi

and dematerialize any being

as all cellular bodies

resonate at certain frequencies

and move the vibrations

of quartz crystal microbalances

at different rates

in unique logarithmic shapes

swaying in the aether

like a wooden swinging horse

gelled within the folds

of adjacent

temporarily overlapping

time loops

features from distinct

carnival rides

and historical timelines

strangely enmeshed

only for a few

brief moments

- - -

unwind

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16649845-diurnal-resonance-by-Colvet

canvassed mind - original poem

 canvassed mind

the bronzed pages

thumb-creased covers

implore me

to discover your characters

visit your foreign lands

spawned from the kink

in evolutionary metamorphosis

towards a sense of higher purpose

rather than one

of proprietary survival

let me visualize the world

that shook your soul

and rotated your wrists

with enough torque

to write such emotive work

my eyes are numb

in the simplicity of your similes

by your stylized rhymes

and immaculate pacing

over the once barren fields

now splayed with latexed colors

far from their initial titanium whites

that sheeted existence blandly

your texts have begun to paint

my blank canvassed mind

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16645634-canvassed-mind-by-Colvet

Gregory Benford Covers #1

Gregory Benford...another hard SF classic author with a bunch of titles to his name.   I think "Across the Sea of Suns" is going to be my first read by him soon since I have a number of  cover variants.