I possessed almond flavored
moon princesses
And praising Allah for his blessings
I returned to my suburb
where only rebellious cats
run over the gutters ...
Tell me brother computer
who knocks at the door
at this hour ?
Here,I am ,solitary meditant
at the abbey of regrets .
Beat-up guitar that's been
to all festival keeps me company...
Poor soldier of unfortune ,
the emperor pinched my ear ,and said :
'' Captain Lorenz you're a brave man ! ''
And Abba won the euro song contest...
Tell me old vinyl
Who knocks at the door at midnight ?
For long now I've only yelling at ghosts ...
Poets of my youth are nothing more
than healthy mummies
in grandma's living room...
Once ,I fell in love
of a girl of ancient Meroe
but maybe sh'es not really born yet,
beauty from the kingdom of winds ...
Who knows, waiting a tea for two
at the ice palace ?
What remains after the king's journey ?
Only passion,ashes and senseless confusion...
Tell me inspired shade ,so mad ,
is dead already knocking at the door ?
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 26th, 2025 10:17
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Comments2
This poem of the inner night sounds like the confession of a weary wanderer, carrying within him a thousand voices, memories, dreams, and masks - yet in this moment, he is alone.
We are never alone with these memories that stick to our souls ...
This poem reminiscent of Poe's The Raven took me back. So nicely crafted in that style and leaving that haunting feeling a fave
I love this princess of meroe I'll never meet ...
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