Poetry is a dark laser that bares the soul ,
lethal softness chiseled like a florentine dagger,
subtle taste of poison that infiltrates the spirit ...
I love the female shape-breaking vowel ,
and male consonant ready to dare and fight !
Poetry is that gun loaded with irony !
Sometime I put it on my tired mind
and I kill the madman inside me...
Poetry is drunkeness and exorcism ,
it loves, possesses and destroys ...
Poetry soft trickster at the lying
and mocking poker face table ...
Poetry your desire disturbing my nights
your inspired forms dictating its law...
Poetry I hate your addiction,
attraction that my senses call !
Poetry I am just this lonely buffoon
throwing his anger at the indifference
of the passers-by ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
Poetry our bow and arrow.
I didnt read this work of art...
I lived and breathed it!!
Thanks dear poet and friend ! perception of a shared egregore !
Great
thanx muse !
Great
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