Passing through Danger

Passing through Danger

This sweet darkness of peril

Pathologies my decorum,

As aficionados of death

Quench for my very last breath,

It’s an age-long practice

The deadly deed for money,

Precision sighting and trigger control

Ready to spill occipital blood honey.

 

Seamless sacrilege crosshairs

On concrete game trails aiming to stop,

My presence is awaited

For they already have the drop.

O vociferous silence

Galvanize strength into gangrenous fears,

With Hannibal Lecture anger

I’ve shed much childish tears.

 

Sanguine macabrely shadows

Follow me about,

Who pose wicked wits

And much deviant clout,

Chain-smoker hand on steel

Pacing afloat,

A purveyor of sadness

Waiting to cut at my throat.

 

And so with dishearten dissonance

I set forth my prayer,

With an impious wilting faith

I pled to the one who’s’ greater,

If you spare me just this one

A cornerstone will be set,

That will raise an enlighten soul

I promise you won’t regret.

 

By: Jorge Mercado

 

 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

damn, this is like two poems in one...the perils of city life paralleled with the downfalls in life, and how danger and downfalls seem to lurk in the shadows waiting to pounce and rob of our sanity...

and with either...we pray to escape this jam, promising to be a much better person...

but those shadows are hard to elude.

really deep piece, love the Hannibal Lector reference...

j.

[J Manuel]

You being from the Bronx and understanding the constructs of society and being a teacher clearly understood this poem, thank you for the review. Check your inbox shortly

[J Manuel]

By the way, "but those shadows are hard to elude", captures the essence of this piece, Thank You
read moreBy the way, "but those shadows are hard to elude", captures the essence of this piece, Thank You

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed thought provoking and full of creative phraseology. I got the impression of a soldier in the field of battle in Sarajevo perhaps or Homs knowing the enemy are there and may well have snipers as he follows orders and moves to a new position.

[J Manuel]

Something along those lines, you're on track. Man is always at war with himself whether through army's, gangs, or one on one. Thank you for the review, much apreciqted

[Island Hippy]

Aloha Jorge this is luxurious in language, very elegantly stated.
A beautiful intensity in the unfolding of lines. Izzy

[J Manuel]

Thank you much, very kind of you to read an old piece

[Kesha]

wow this was wonderfully penned! I loved the language in this, it added more elegance to it, nicely done!

[J Manuel]

Thank you again for the review

[alifeacoustic]

Wow, and I don't say that often. I love this piece. The language, tone and pace of it seem to float and merge into one as you go from line to line. I see this as a two sides of the same coin kinda deal, where in the beginning, the sweet darkness of peril suggests heightened emotion from the danger, whereas the dangerous excitement is replaced by the reality of the predicament and a plea to make it through this, a position we have all been in. The saying that there are no atheists in a fox-hole comes to mind.
I love the imagery your words conveyed in this, very grainy black and white silent movie, with your words the thoughts of the viewer.
Superb.

[J Manuel]

My apology for not responding sooner but I've been away for a while, you hit it spot on I must say, thank you so much for the review and capturing the essence of a difficult situation expressed in a poem. I will soon be reading your work, just need a little time to settle in.

[Jason Endfield]

Intense, powerful and very thought-provoking...

[J Manuel]

Much appreciated Jason

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Very well pen here!!!! Loved your rhyme within your spoken words:)

[J Manuel]

Thanks for the review

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Your very welcome:)