I carry within me many memories
that will never fade away .
I am not a day on a calendar .
Simply a missed opportunity ,
in a dreamlike whim,
meditative moment
contemplating an inner sunset...
Touching caress of musical inspiration,
bewatching scents and strange coincidences...
There where the shadow of Cagliostro ,
the damnation of Crowley ,
or when ''Monsieur de Saint-Germain '' appears...
The angel of torment leans over my craddle,
letting the door of past regrets creak ...
All these creatures ,moaning ,sneering ,
and calling me ...
I wake up at the hours when history sinks
in the sulphur of tongues that embrace,
and this cold message of countless generations.
That haggard november stare ,
in search of erased graves ,
who looks at me from the depths
of sheets strained by delicious sin.
On the shroud of rotting loves
that the old dog sniffs at ...
What remains beyond nothingness ?
Perhaps just a lucid vertigo
that drags you into the abyss...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: August 4th, 2025 06:39
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Comments4
Here I hear doubts and ponderings over a future not certain leaving a void. Nicely written Lorenz
Maybe a dog will come out of the machine ?
An improvement from a human
"Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes."
In this poem, the inner gaze awakens something beyond chronology and personal biography — an eternal memory echoing through the centuries.
This is just a lucid dream in a twilight dimension .
Great write
Thank you Tony.Appreciated .
You're welcome
This poem gently pulls you in - like falling into a dream you half remember. Quietly powerful, with images that linger.
dewdrop
on a bamboo stalk
quiet vertigo
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