In the search of meaning
in the silence of worlds.
Kafka ! leaves this corpse
engaged in a process
of decay on a stage
at the theater of the absurd...
what's the point of looking
for starlight in the darkness
of the mind ?
I talk in silence of madness .
In a seismic implosion ,
seizing Mona Lisa lips
for a posthumus kiss ...
Is necrophilic fulness
the ultimate truth
in a padded room ?
Before boarding
the train to nowhere
I'll hang out
in the hall of last steps...
Death is not the final issue .
You've to learn to pretend to live
in the shadow of crematoria .
and know how to wear the mask
of a liar in an obscure
crow-hissed tragedy...
Insignifiant procrastinator ,
so as not gored by the crowd of rhinos...
Illusion without identity
other than that of a rumor .
Kafka ! Are we suffering
an artistic syndrom ,
in search of author ?
We don't put
crazy people on the trial !
They go up to the gallows
on their own ...
Awaiting sentence ,
lets go seduce a green fairy
at the '' café des philosophes '' .
Sartre and kirkegaard
are learned monkeys,
mummified in a Mondrian
style abstraction ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Some most interesting combinations here that paint a modern Hieronymus Bosch Garden of Earthly Delights. Very nicely done
Hell is our reflection in the mirror of others .
That's something to ponder
Dark poetry about life, madness, death, and the illusion of meaning, embodied in images inspired by Franz Kafka and his world.
You weave philosophy, surrealism, and sharp poetic intuition into a single burning thread of thought.
Wonderfully written!
We all have a role to play in the great theater of the absurd although many people are unaware of it !
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