What is this dizziness that seizes me ?
This vision that assails me ?
Here comes from the dark hole
of countless seasons of servitude
the shape of the humble forgotten
and those who won't be coming tomorrow...
Dame Death has work to do
in setting our destinies ...
Is god is faithful lackey ?
And the serpent a passe-partout ?
Still bored infants wait in limbo
for the authorities to decide their identity...
Paradise is nothing but a shady joint
where whitish shadows mate
in aqueous humours of fever seeds...
Would I be reborn from the womb
of the number ?
Lonely child of the solar torch ,
soldier of miss fortune ,
zealot of the merciless Moloch
which devours the souls of the sacrified !
Rome is burning ! cured of sinai !
Come down from your cross, nefarious thief,
You've become a trended poet !
I'm going to Ostia beach ,offering the host
to the spirit of Pasolini ...
Let's light the braziers !
Let's burn the venomous knowledge !
That chimera is bubon flower...
I'm worthy to enter your house .
At last! promise of redemption ...
-
Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 13th, 2025 10:31
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 11
Offline)
Comments2
Powerful wording and sense of emotion comes from this poem. It does not just speak but yells. Very nice
Thanks a lot dear master .A voyage in the higher ether !
It’s a bold, vivid, and philosophically rich monologue. Powerful!
A monologue with my inner crowd !
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.