I'm a gothic existentialist .
An autistic yogi
spitting mantras on a nail string.
I'm the black thursday evangelist ,
the bloody sunday exorcist .
I read in the scriptures
that the dreams of the emir
are set in sand and diamond dust .
Prophet and vagabond
in the streets of Vienna ,
waking up at the golden dawn ,
and friend with the night shelter pilgrims...
Well -bread girls read hello sadness ,
Fathers are unworthy
and mothers at the stove .
It's really a brave old word !
I'm this demon who rings
from door to door ,
to peddle its junk ...
Useless seeds which drifts
on the dead waters delta ...
I am everywhere ,
without birth ausweiss .
A poet in the sky of Dresden ,
drew me a sheep in a ocean of fire !
People don't get carried away by passion !
The reckless Anne franck went out
without a preservative ...
But probably I confuse
with the little red hoodlum ...
I never really understood
the ritual of these
magnificent cuckolds
hanging themselve
before the christmas turkey return ...
Fishes turn round in a planetarium
waiting for the aquarius time ...
Pluto in disturbed descendant
gives me jester's sacred right !
defrocked dabler who sets fire
to the ghetto ,
Probably a lack of esperanto syndrom...
Bird of misfortune and misfit mystery
who come to empty
your polluted vacuity ...
But sometime ,when the clouds
of a large verdigris volcano ,
obscured the vertigo of stars ,
I have the grotesque feeling
of loving you ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: May 24th, 2025 10:09
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Comments4
This is in a different way what we all are. We are a mix of so many things a recipe that is unequal never to be duplicated. and with all this we share feelings and sometimes love. Wonderful!
We are a mix of all the madness that gives us genius !
This work combines dark humor and wounded tenderness, looking at the fall of the world with sacred irony.
Burlesque doesn't make the midgets laugh !
You're a regular riot with this, you rascal! I declare! How deliciously loaded with so much weighty imagery you've got my head spinning, its inherent poignancy haunting with a tantalizing tease. Thank you for sharing.
Post-apocalyptic writing balanced on the edge of emptiness !
a great write, magic
There's always a seed of magic in the mad !
its necessary
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