I was born in a broken circle
trapped in a sky of squares.
Of the equivocal breast,the nectar ,
love forbidden to the beast .
Child mocked by the caste ,
brandishing the black sun's torch
in these brandons starved ,
dawns where I shivered ...
Tossed by the cold hands of destiny ,
Shiva laughing at my clumsy mantra ,
Scornful doctors of the law
passing by without seeing me ,
unaware that I was about to paint
fire and iron in their arrogant souls ...
Proud eagle landed by me
faithful wolf at my feet.
I will submit the king lion to my will !
The warming of rats obsesses and soils me ...
Another morning of a despair
in a day without glory.
Would I still only be this genius beggar
that the crowd passes by thinking
it recognizes him ?
Does it know that I offer it
a reflection of myself ?
I am the merciless judgment for the herd.
You will be the chosen or the damned .
You ,whom I designate as wanderers
under a malefic star ...
Mourn this day of birth in a broken circle !
But in these blessed hours
the holy war is declared !
I'm going to dance in fury and violence
of the summer solstice light !
Allegretto ! allegretto !
You'll finally recognize the divine child ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments5
Great write
Thank you Tony !
You're welcome
I love these strong images and feelings in your poem. It's about uniqueness and confrontation, and it's much deeper than it seems.
The birth is not that of the expected messiah !
Full of pagan images it evokes a feel of the winter solstice and times gone by. Lovely
A child of the darkness has arrived !
Superb.
Thank you dear thomas !
Outstanding imagery and depth — well done!
Thank you for your kind appreciation !
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