Auto-da-fé

Lorenz

I am dead and alive in the same time and sometimes...

Facing the flame of this black sun  that calls to me.

Driven from the scorched garden of childhood ,

I grew up in the realm of cold ,warming myself 

by a meager fire  made of mournful smiles ,

feeding the embers with memories  that will never exist...

 Poor scribbler who thought  he was loved ...

Am I nothing more than this  fragment of ash ,

stillborn in a waking  dream ?

 I saw so many stars fade away in the frozen 

stare of dawn ...

I would have longed for the embrace

of a twilight murdered in sensual agony...

Light travels without beginning or  return ,

leaving us encrypted  mysteries  

whose key lies beyond the last spark of passion...

Lady death always leaves her adress ,

never forgetting ,even if  often 

she postpones the appointment...

ans so ,I offer this poetic auto-da-fé  

to the vast void of  sublimated  madness ! 

  transcendent mind .

  Life restored to the body .

I would rise again like this bird with fiery eyes 

who fears not the blaze of appearances .

 Enlightenment within the burning soul ...

 

 

 

 

  • Author: lorenz (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 6th, 2026 11:02
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 12
  • Users favorite of this poem: Tristan Robert Lange
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  • sorenbarrett

    Encrypted in the surreal it oozes out through the cracks of poetry. Nicely done Lorez

    • Lorenz

      From the cracks of the poetry the bird of fire takes flight !

      • sorenbarrett

        And as all poetry goes to ash to arise again and be reborn

      • Ellen Marsell

        Sometimes, all it takes is a single spark to start living again.

        • Lorenz

          the phoenix reborn from a literary spark...

        • Tristan Robert Lange

          What a powerful piece, Lorenz. The whole poem feels like a ritual of burning away one self while another struggles toward the light…death, memory, madness, and transcendence all circling the same flame. Dark, strange, and compelling, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

          • Lorenz

            We do not live only in the reality of who we were or we are but also in the reality of who we might have become...



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