Let me tell you the tragic story of a jester
who thought he was a troubadour !
just as other were mercenaries ,
stillbirths or penniless ...
But who cares ? All it takes is a parody
to make misfits happy on the way to the crematory....
Orphan to whom the crowd throws alms
from an iron womb ...
You live in a slightly crazy planet
where the waves of the imagination
build sandcastles ...
Your nights riddled with faults don't sleep ,
depicting the sin of the apocalyptic female...
You are that poet with a pest stricken face
who thinks he is a cloud tamer or a storm maker ...
A voyager who writes uncrypted desires
to the walls of the fool moon ...
Don't forget your appointment with the devil ,
you must pay the debt of maternal blood !
My malevolent twin in poetry,
kiss the ematiated hand of the skeletton
upholding the prophecy !
You asked the tarot's arcana ,for the path
and it told you the time ...
cursed brother now waiting for love on death row.
express your remorses at the scaffold .
Ho wretch ! why did you kill the poor dreamer ?
I am searching down ,insomnia street ,
for that shadow you stole to me ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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much enjoyed friend
A story of shadows searching for their reflections in a mirror ...
as shadows do my friend
Unexpected bends and incongruent dead ends lead one on a dark but colored journey through maze of terms straight to the heart above the gut of meaning. Lovely
Are we the reflection gazing at itself ?
Infinitely
Gothic in atmosphere, this poem is a labyrinth that invites reflection.
Shadows sek a reflection so they won't forget themselves...
My friend, this is wonderfully macabre. The jester, tarot, devil, scaffold, death row…it all builds this surreal midnight world where the poet feels simultaneously condemned, prophetic, and completely lost. Definitely my kind of darkness. Excellent write, Lorenz! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Dark speaking speech .
on a shadowed journey like this, expect the unexpected...
Always expecting the inspired shadow...
That’s a good and positive attitude 👍cheers 💅
That’s a goo and positive attitude 👍cheers 💅
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