I was that child of the depths.
Afraid of scarlett passions
and fleeing lies burned
by the sun's gold ...
I wandered across submerged realms
where beautiful princess
had turned into deadly sirens ...
I understood these lunar languages
and when the haughty tide came,
all the lights went out on the island,
the moon told me endless tales
under sleepless skies ...
I was a physicist assembling
cosmic puzzles ,
that I destroyed
in order to better discern
the mystery of desire .
Also watching serious cartoons
and reading Bukowsky .
I hated those little pigs ...
I was terrorist in useless formulas,
in the messianic music of the spheres ,
sorcerer's apprentice ...
But the good doctor Freud ,told me :
'' Don't worry buddy ,
we'll teach you how to pretend
when you'll reach the age of reason ! ''
In the family closet
I had a crystal girl friend
who drowned in an indigo lake .
I joined her to play in deep waters.
Mother was not privy to the secret
and father never returned from the war...
Maybe sh'es alive and married a fish ?
But what's the point of walking through life
with shoes that are too tight
for all the dreams of children from the depths ?
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Thanks Nephi ! appreciated !
as always most welcome
Ah what we label childhood dreams when adults are the reality of adolescence and the fantasy of children may be reality ignored. Nicely written
Let's dream bare foot in our depths !
I usually do dream barefoot
A beautiful, candid yet tender confession of a soul that grew out of water and refused to dry itself under the ‘golden’ sun of external reason. And if one must choose a light, then better the moon’s: it does not burn, it gives language.
The unfathomable lightness of the abyss...
Wow!
Thanks for your kind appreciation !
So lovely, so deep...
Wow !! Wonderful !
Deep metaphor of the unconscious and mirror of destiny .Cosmic puzzle dimension .
a child's imagination always flies into the realms of fantasy and creates beautiful tales ..well described
I kept this fantasy probably thanks to my autistic structure which protected me from the adult world .
Oh - I hope life always treats you right
Take care- God bless
Oh - I hope life always treats you right
Take care- God bless
The word is really a powerful healing !
i agree - have a good day
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