Perditions Parade....

Glitter glue laced ticker tape....

Of colourful confetti covering such sight

More and more, their eyes dipped in tars

Infectious quills, beneath these softened feathers

Penetrating, their own fatalities cryptograms....

As they aimlessly blend a colludeds pretentious purpose?

Bending this times fading, unto its very own knees!

Within these, their poisoned spoiled schemes

Buried beneath such smiling lotus faces; cracked 

These mannequins dressed in their own dark blank black....

Messengers without a promises clue; not knowing whom they are?

Perditions offspring they seem; these, children of the sintarians star

Venin poised at the tip of their tongues!

Hidden, behind sacrilegious' ruby red lips

Drippings, of a partings depository decay?

Trying to spread their gangrenous green blood

Throughout my venous' veraciously pulsing veins

Like liquid streams of futility....

These pantomimes' grand charades

Parabolics, with hollowed fangs!

Puppets, upon their powdered strings

Amid the soul asylums sanctuary

Of the indeed, vanguards inane....

Colourless confetti, permeating my sight

This contributor, of the jet black pain

Spawned, by the principality of invectives, inverted cross 

The bleakest paramour amid the paralax of their unknowings 

Souls, thrice times dead....

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Perditions Parade
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Kendrick Avatar
October 12, 2010 at 2:25 PM
Interesting thoughts penned...Sara
Chachere Avatar
July 31, 2010 at 11:14 PM
this sounds so unique, like they're your very own words, but im not surprised this all came from you, John.you made me feel the darkness in this poem. by the way, i know i've been gone for a while. sorry for the late reply. im back now, and happy to read.(: ~Always&Forever Lynette
R Avatar
July 24, 2010 at 5:09 AM
Your soul seems to be so restless with all these poems about death...Reading your poem, I was just thinking that some people plan their own funeral...that seems so creepy to me. I think that death is not the end of us and we shouldn't fear it. We all die eventually, but it is more important that we leave a part of us to our loved ones...that's the only way we can reach immortality. Kisses, Emily
Farlouis Avatar
July 23, 2010 at 7:52 PM
Very dark indeed. This is good as it seems it will be an excellent addition to a book.
Haick Avatar
July 11, 2010 at 11:22 AM
Wow, John! Amazing as usual! Well, we have been warned-all of us, yet again. While we read this there is still time. Time to make a choice still, to choose life not death, today. Physical death is not the end, though sad for our loved ones, but spiritual death goes beyond that-it's eternal..it's final! Everything is lost.....a place of no hope, no light. And I love the title... Hope you're doing fine. Thanks for being just you... John Rhinem. Love, Audrey
Jordan Avatar
July 10, 2010 at 10:03 PM
Hi John, This poem is a very well written and a very powerful message - So many people live their lives while killing their soul - God Bless you John, mj
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