Cartoonist ,I write to you .
Object fantasized by a mad wizzard ,
inspired caricature who doesn't decide on its role
super hero trapped in paper flesh ,
in my schizophrenic head ,
dreaming to take Donald Duck's skin
and find a lying canvas of memories
stollen by an evil avatar ...
Finally becoming human
to smell the fragrance of bergamot
on the lips of a girl who would no longer
be '' Me Jane ! you Tarzan ! ''
Would I still be the beast waiting for beauty 's kiss ?
Cartoonist ,why don't you imagine me
as a spy in Casablanca ?
Object of desire in Ingrid's arms ?
Liberated from the pencil stroke
that makes my blood gush with ink
onto a blank page...
Feel alive at last !
Escape from the fate
of a cartoon character in a child's dream,
draft erased by a whim ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: November 21st, 2024 10:33
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
The hero, realizing his dependence on the creator, embodies the desire to go beyond the imposed role. An intriguing piece!
All our thoughts shape an invisible reality !
Reality is in the eye of the beholder and what we wish to be. A group consensus on reality determines what we call psychosis. Interesting that mental illness is by vote.
We have to determine what reality is ...
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