The tribe kicked me out
of the reasonable family
in these seasons of mythical time
and heroes without fame .
Here I am walled up in this city
to which only the dements holds the key.
Pursued by greedy stares
behind closed doors
rodents lascivious odors
shameful intimacy
with lashings of scum sauce...
A androgen angel calls me
to the seamy side of life
he has the face of a psychiatrist
on the sandman's cloud ,
healing the insane of sin of poetry.
Soul of this black moon, enslaved
to the obscure and fertile vagina ,
virgin's troubling vagrancy ...
I am this acrobat and Harlequin ,
spider hanging on the thread of his thoughts
entwined between light and shade,
architect of a freaky reality
unsteady lightrope ,root of all evil...
'' O master cleanse my mind
of all these answers that do not ask questions ! ''
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 22nd, 2024 10:16
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An acrobat thinker balancing between light and darkness, reason and madness.
How to live if the answers already exist, but they are not at all what you were looking for?
There is a lot of pain here, a little irony, and all this is mixed with a longing for true freedom - from other people's expectations, patterns and yourself.
Poetic ilness is hard to cure !
Most interesting poem filled with surrealism wonderful imagery
Thanks.Yes I have worked on this surrealistic imagery !
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