Evil mental who seeks
the face of devil
in the diffused mirror
of the horror .
Imprisoned by an interior dream
Clouds that do not smile passing through the storm,
dying in medical indifference.
Garbage piles up in the streets of the mind.
No elevator to heaven .
Soft stairway to hell .Silent sands .
No broken home delivery services .
I am afraid of walking down memory lane.
People might recognize me .
Making me an euphoric and social creature !
They will say to me :
'' Don't feel guilty for not loving us ! ''
Respondent :
''No ,I assure you, its the other one ! ''
Crash between word and ego
for risky landing ...
To mourne one's pervers instability
is to give up one's license to fly
and to be reduced at some canine libido level...
I went mad at the stage door
and I fell of the sofa in a diva's arms
with Freudian charms .Just an appetizer...
Then I run away renouncing
the honors of the trend
without starting an analysis ...
Here, i am great priest of multipolar wandering.
Crazy about a distant Egyptian princess
whom I desire through the spectral gaze
of my computer ...
I can not longer distinguish the insane
from the living , gestures of dead on probation
and other shenanigans ...
I need some thalassopsychiatry
to be initiated into the cabalistic depths !
Easy-cozy interior night ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 24th, 2026 11:44
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Comments2
Demonic possession for a schizophrenic child or dementia stricken old man. Let angels fly form such doors and trephine their skulls with stone chisels and wooden mallets.
Opacity rather than artificial clarity ! I wander through the underworlds with a torch od darkness !
With blinders we all wander
I am clear-headed about the humanity that surrounds me and in particular about that of gentle poets !
Poetry of the inner labyrinth.
Moral horizontality of the modern ergonomy !
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