IN an incredible feat
of intellectual prowess
I counted the Names of God
and the stars went dark
and all the cosmos screamed
“HE has known! Love…”
Category Archives: Surrealism
THE NAMES OF GOD
DAM(N)
MAD is a reversal of DAM
the busy beaver builds the wall
so high
a small creature – big teeth
dam is my wall
mad i climb
all my teeth within my heart
and I, the smallest
of them all
:: — ::
THUNDER LOVE DESTROYS
*#thun-d£R@%
$lov€+’
d£s||troys @
I saw you my love
and days melted
my — I // cry
a tiding plate I filled
And my God gave too
for our love
but silence died my
deathly heart sang
butter — eye flies
and blossom –>
My bosom full
of(over) a heart nesting
beating ivory moon
so I cry and what-did/does
I tickle ivory keys and sing
of death and love and life
shame on my soul //+\\
I love and loved my lover
:: 07-11-2014 ::
THIRTEEN STEPS
my wooden staircase creaks
[a heart broken by feet]
and weeks the measure — my neck
what month long that noose stretched!
a hooded man in black
shared a joke — the pun a trapdoor
i fell —
for the line
a broken neck upon
a heart string
D
R
O
P
:: 07-10-2014 ::
GOD HAS A ROMANTIC STREAK
I once loved and it was good
and I asked God if He approved
His answer to me was this:
“My goose bumps created
the mountains…”
So I seek love again
but fear God’s pleasure!
:: 07-06-2014 ::
A TWISTED THORN
I ne’er guarantee
surrealism through
tilted lenses —
it’s a thing in the heart
A twisted thorn bleeding
in the little lost child —
screaming for nirvana
:: 07-02-2014 ::
ACHING THORAX
tweedle-dee my lover me
I saw a bumble bee dew
a revolt in colonies ensued
and I choked honey across
a field so wide my Queen
And in my pain I refrain!
the high winds coming
and a rain in my vein
— drowns all the worker bees
so sorry my aching thorax
a buzzing in my head
no pollination in my heart
just a fire death in the rain
and I smell it heading my way!
My flower dream is so close
but ah, I surely died today
:: 07-03-2014 ::
THE MIND’S FURNACE
SALVADOR Dali
taught me
all I need to know
about reality
Its a canvass
moderately melted
in the mind’s furnace
07-04-2014 ::
I CANNOT SPEAK
I cannot speak
my little mouth
drowned for everyone
today before sunrise
I wrote her eulogy for
the dead yester-night
I killed the darkness
It rests inside my mind
a tombstone of brilliance
engraved the words I fear:
‘The morrow comes…
and it’s ensuing night’
:: 07-04-2014 ::
HOLY SEMEN NUT
A society crumbles mostly
by death breeze, slowly
And the children crying
beneath a troll bridge
eating soul meat pies!
I saw a needle piercing
god’s lonely golden eyes
a sweet whore blessed Him
Our Nation of freaks guessing
when does hell fire kiss death
Not until the archangel smokes
and engineers a portal feasting
upon the backs of dead babies
Go away! Nightmare go! away!
The dead crave the donuts
of a center holy semen nut
So go away! No redemption!
:: 07-01-2014 ::
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