Life is but a breath
in the whirlwind
of an afterflight ...
Unstable rock
where clings and tears
the skin of the soul
while the great void says :
'' I m waiting for you ! ''
Three words whispering the end ,
farewell message thrown
on a disheveled bed
which retains only the murky debt
of denial ...
Life is just a bingo played
by poker farce mumies ...
Coming out of the big midnight casino,
weirdos gotta respect
the well meaning ritual of folly
by just blowing their minds out ...
Life resembles a staircaise
descending toward heaven
where the light no longer hurts.
I have no lies to tell the child
I will never have .
It's just a funambulist in limbo
expecting for a fragrant cave ...
Life is nothing but a novel filled
with missed appointments
written by lost poets which make
the badass amazons laugh ...
'' Poet is not a job but it's above being gay ! ''
Thus speaks to the tribe ,the pater familias
framed on the living room wall .
The elder believed in the miracle
of the fairy electricity !
Alas ! He will never never become a genius
thanks to Chat GPT !
He rests in the heroe's square
and rain only comes to visit him ...
'' Believe in my heart and embrace death
you 'll end up in hell ! ''
Sings a lonesome vocal killer ...
What's the point of showing compassion
for left over regrets that a afterlife gardener
piles up ?
Don't wait for me !
I will join you in the arms
of the virgin of the ruins .
Somewhere beyond the after ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
I am glad to hear that I am just above being gay which sound's so joyous. I inquired and they said heaven is a floor up and nirvana is to the right while the Elysium fields is a good walk to the left. Another good read my friend.
A manifesto of the posthumous wandering of the living !
Oh you're talking about me then
You are worthy of inspiring some curiosity !
Death turns out to be the most patient character in the poem.
Well written!
Isn''t death just a temporary non-life ?
Maybe but it’s the only pause that doesn’t ask us to return.
It's a topic for reflection ...
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