Sub-Zero
 

Titanium suit inside padded with Tasmanian wool
Rabies, scabies and drool
Glacier proof layering, insulated, they say we were raised by the wolves
Crazy as loons—skating lagoons—painted maroon
Bullet fresh in its face—serenade of the swoon
The leap of faith from the secret gate
Feet chained by seasons change
Feed the brain the seed of rain
The jubilations of June
The clay crustacean
The root
Muddy hands, straining the juice, pink and brown, gravying through
Shaping it smooth, playing with it like a baby would do
Engraving illustrations in the cave where I drew the manifestation of you
Stooping down to your elevation to get an observational view
Devastation and doom: angels flew ablaze and a swoop
Revelations, ancient calculations, patiently waiting for doom
Chained at the waist, they’re taking you through the stages of truth
Realizational loops. No one exempt, nobody, none of sacred excuse
The planet is angled obtuse: gravitational pull-pull—pull strain
The recluse of the galaxy into a dangerous youth
Tribal celebrating: winter blazing—the fumes
The rage of the blue flame of the ocean before it gave in, sank in and drooped
Adam & Eve forsaking the fruit, Satan is raising—displaying the flute
Playing to the vacant stadium entertaining the mute
The waste of the sewers over-flowing escaping
The remains of the tombs gutted in a momentous wave through a womb
Ruins in shambles, bow and arrows, razor toothed saber-tooth on the loose
Space boots on the roof—big foot running out of the woods—jumping straight for the moon
Himalayan chief descending down from the banks of Peru
Constellation gurus, a man the atheists knew, the savior
Who the remains of the pages allude to, but negate to include
Divine being of all, weighted in jewels, strength of a mule
Tank on a zoom— aiming—ricochet—and—kaboom!
Billions of tanks of fuel disintegrating on cue
Breath taking debut, dazed and aloof, concentration acute
Music to a bloody ear: only an M80 could soothe
Stench looms from a good buddy slumped in his bravery goop
The remains of the troops are making their way through Hades
Mother Nature, the calendar dates, wait, they were true
Breath pasty and ghosts parading with holes in their blankets: amused
Boo! The elephant moves and gracefulness ensues
Right hand decapitated, the crew running low on rations—making due
In dire straits, I break out the 22 from my ankle and bull's eye brang' down a Canadian moose
In stage 2 of Hypothermia— deranged and subdued
Hanging from a strain of DNA—
Civilization
Molten lava, instantaneous pools of brimstone—precipitation'll cool
Winter blazing brazen, flew in the face of an ice age as it blew
My soul out soars the sunward bird to the cage— to the coop
To the point of no return

Faded







*poof*

Frank u the man tho

Jesus. Imagery you conjured up with this is insane.

Some highlights for me:

I could have just quoted the whole thing. I'm surprised this got slept on. Actually, no I'm not... smh.

Well done.

Frank sure isn’t slept on here

Dude is ridiculous with it

He showed some ring rust here in truth, to me, but I’m very familiar with his work so maybe that’s why there’s not more replies on this one of his?

Always good to see him posting around these parts though

Keep that pen moving!

Hey frank good to see you back around. This outstanding work with amazing bits of imagery. As usual you don’t disappoint. How bout you check out the writers league and gift us with more of your brand of writing.

Fire.
W/B

Thank You, @Universe

frank that ur universe account?

this was fire tho

Thanks for ignoring me fagot

Dope.

Such a good read, makes me wanna pen sumfin

pretty dope through and through

@Hush @Diablo @Inno @White Earl @Ghost1 @ACTIVATE SELF @MMLP @Cereal

Ya'll kept me going fr fr

Wya?

meleana

Well damn. This shit is crazy. Its been a long time for me since ive been into any text shit. But shit like this os what got me into it in the first place years ago. Reading shit like this makes me wanna write the best shit ive ever written in my life lmao.

oldie **reserved for bit'a feed this week

Quality work, @Frankie.
You're one of the niftiest with it...could argue a fewww lines had some reaches for a phrase or rhyme to keep the scheme going...but that's picky stuff and not any-'ol writer can keep this up so long...so for what it was, a multi-extravaganza I thought you executed well.

From a rhyme scheme perspective:

Realizational loops. No one exempt, nobody, none of sacred excuse
The planet is angled obtuse: gravitational pull-pull—pull strain
The recluse of the galaxy into a dangerous youth

As a reader, for some reason my mind/ear was "begging" for a little rhyme with "strain"...before you go on with the "oo" vowel sound into infinity... (PROPS it was well done; if I have to pick at something: I just wanted an internal "ain" on the next line or somethin'...I donno.)

Glad you're the gatekeeper for the labor camp that is the AOWL.
I may be almost burnt out, but for the time being your commisionership is "un-earthing" occasional "real" efforts, however satirical, from me.

Thanks for playing with words on the Lime playground.
&GL