The Inception

You can hear the voice of a harbinger’s calls
Still bellowing through blood soaked walls
Telling the people to run
As there is nothing left but a bullet and a gun

If you listen carefully you will hear
Voices calling out in fear
They all try to run away
But the darkness is here to stay

The severed tormented souls
Sweat blood as they crawl across the coals
This world has burned to the ground
Now all that is left is death’s sound

Echoing through the night
As darkness casts no light
The wrenched souls begin to melt
As their eyes begin to wilt

Dragging their bodies across the burnt ground
As their skin boils to levels profound
Nothing can be said or done
As the desolates has just begun

The world grows increasingly hot
Causing their brains to begin to pour like snot
The liquefied brains paint the street
Be careful not to slip watch your feet

You can still hear their teeth shatter
Even when they no longer matter
Their long gone voices still singing
As for they will forever be left ringing

The void of darkness is flowing
Like a river gushing in the morning
Eroding away the old world
In preparation for the new world

I can see the desolates as it forms
Across the ground like storms
It grows stronger and stronger
As the evil rises in wonder

What can it be the world asked
As everyone gasped
The darkness is everywhere
And we are going nowhere

The desolates rises with its six arms
Its six tails acting as forearms
Destroying what is left of the world
As its six eyes find things to be hurled

The sound of the desolates is rising
As I approach the ledge I can feel my heart sinking
As I look across the desolate ground
I search for the answer I have not found

Hey guys this is the 4th poem in my series of poems The Pain, The Penitent, The Harbinger, The Inception, and The Desolates. Check them out in that order hope you like.

Don't you ever get tired of Blowing Us Away?Wow,you a force to reckon with.Fantastic Work,but yet,Again!P.S.Every time I re-read your poems,they slay me all over again.I advise anyone reading this,to re-read John's work over and over again.I do!

You're still here aren't you apparently I'm not doing well enough lol.

Say again,please.

You said don't you ever get tired of blowing us away well you are still here so apparently you havent been blown away yet lol.

I'd stick to writing Songs,leave the Jokes to Louis C.K.

Haha it was cheezy humor you didn't give me much to work with.

Whewwww!! OK. Round Four. You're killin' me, John. This definitely is destruction exemplified. Some of the scenes you paint remind me of "The Hunger Games" trilogy--can't recall now if it was in "Mockingjay" or "Catching Fire"--the devastation. Not to say that this is a repeat or any replica of The Hunger Games--not at all! This is yours. It is graphic and impactful. Not exactly what I like reading. However, like The Hunger Games, I cannot help but appreciate the conciseness and artistry of your words. You certainly know how to write a poem! Please, please keep writing; you have such a talent. Your poetry is so good. You make it almost seem effortless, though I ask myself, "How can these poems be effortless? They're so good."

I do not yet know where your series is taking me. I will soon find out. However, since the second poem The Penitant, I have been thinking that all of these poems should be published on ONE THREAD! Of course, keep the ones you've posted as they are. But make your own thread for these particular-linked poems. It would make it easier for poetry lovers to follow, turn to, and read over and over (rather than trying to find each individual poem). And if you wish to add more to the "story," that is your thread and you may do so!! Please consider this. I did something similar. I posted these little poems and felt afterward that some of my own [not yours!] poems are so small, they don't need a thread for each one. So I opened my own thread to post the little things I write--poetry, prose, and proverbs.

However, yours would make even more sense to put together because they belong together; they stand well all alone, but as a set--Wow! what an impact!

Are you going to college? If so, you could make a real splash and some great grades with your English professors!
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P.S. In this particular poem it stands out to me: Could the "Desolates" be capitalized? I am thinking this would be appropriate because you're defining something in particular (except for the latter line "As I look across the desolate ground"). It is a matter of taste. To me it would define more clearly that which or they who are coming. (Perhaps this is true of the previous poems, too, I don't know. But in The Inception, it stands out clearly to me.

Another fantastic post thank you so much and yeah your right I am going to put them all together I have just been adding so much to the series so I didnt want to do it until I felt everything that needed to be said was said. Thank u again.

Hi Johnb31, Your work let us without words, but now I feel that our dear Frankie Jasmine said all what we could possible say, so I only have to tell you that I´m reading and enjoying your posts, and what a wonderful and amazing series, thank you again for share with us this remarkable poems.