My dissociated thoughts touch
these sepulchral lunar forms .
The frightening silence of spaces
calls to me .
A chance encounter between
a schizophrenic shooting star
and a melancholic wandering comet .
Burlesque apotheosis of a galactic symphony...
Shadow and chaos united .
Thus was born madness ,mother of poetry.
I am child of this generation
that worships annihilation .
'' gentle Barbie will you offer me this lethal waltz ? ''
Cursed call of Aquarius .
Messenger of the black source .
Prophet of these inner landscapes
where incoherent pixels ,
battle in the earthquake of souls ...
I ,Tethan ,laughing at the force ,who will set
Princess Leia's funeral pyre ablaze !
A stellar seed sticks to my abstract skin
like a reminder of the forbidden tree.
Solitude that populates the myriad...
The little house on the prairie of venus ,
lied to me ...
Peter Pan will not return .
He walks on the bridge of total insanity .
And Alice bites into the juicy fruit ...
All neatly stored in my cosmic regret's box .
In the last light of sunset ,I offer a prayer
to the zodiacal flight ,reflecting my astral geography,
disintegrated particles of genius
where exhales a breath of solar fire.
Alchemy of the sublime elemental ,
Mercury cold nebula .
Stardust ,I am , waiting for a final curtain clash !
You ,matrix of disintegration ,
once again you will give birth
to my multiple avatars
and divine bastards ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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A cosmic confession of a mind that has survived disintegration and found in it the source of poetry.
Aesthetics of desired annihilation .
Here the cow jumped over the moon but never said where she landed. The dog star barked to see such a sport and Saturn looks like a dish with a meat ball, hell knows what happened to the spoon. A cosmic poem of epic proportions Lorenz.
Ha Ha! I like your humor a little bit vitriolic soren !
Sorry Loenz couldn't help myself have an acid stomach and just belched out some space gas. It really is cosmic in nature and and does sound epic. I apologize for the vitriol I think it is acid reflux.
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