time, that illusion
it’s cousin – motion
neither exists
beyond human eyes
— all is static
never changing
just a unified field
expanding
contracting
and universal
consciousness
watching rapid flickers
of death-rebirth
:: 04-22-2014 ::
Category Archives: Surrealism
THE ILLUSION
TIME’S PASSION
How long
can a dove’s
feather survive
within a furnace
and what of
that first kiss
ever
does it still
press upon your
lips
what love exists
if not in time
forever imprinted
upon the heart
and if time ceased
would all love
cascade down
into your velvet
pocket of passion
and would slender
fingers nimbly touch
the lost love
of time’s passing
passion — never dies
:: 04-22-2014 ::
PLASTIC PIECES
plastic falling pieces
into ember-tear drops
and those tree roots
pulling at my leaf-heart
there’s a fire burning
devouring all I see
I could cry like a crow
but my spirit’d rather soar
and people dance and trip
across the blink of an eye
a measure of their life
less than a yawn from nature
and plastic falling pieces
never shatter when they fall
only leaving psychedelic patterns
all across my mind
but I love to walk in a rain
made of broken sharp shards
of blue stained glass
:: 04-24-2014 ::
MEETING ONE’S SELF
Here I was reading Andre Breton
and got up to get a glass of water
upon returning to my room I saw
myself still in bed
the horror upon my face
so I fled —
downstairs to the couch
where I placed my hands upon
my face the mouth still in horror
and then the front door opened
and I saw my face over there
and the horror of our stares
to see my self at the door
and my self saw me on the couch
I sat down with myself
we had much to discuss
:: 04-20-2014 ::
SUSHI SAID
sushi said salad-tary times
start bleeding tears —
sushi fistcup bloodymaries
re[sweet]treating all her words
so sushi said; but I have a meal
and raw fish never jumps
when I eat it dead and cold
THUMB SUCKER
THUMB SUCKER
DEEP thinker — you
when you woke up
today a thumb stuck
inside your brain
where’s the sane
sane people walking
a lemon peal shoe
tardy thoughts too
And I saw you today
a red dress blue lips
hair dancing windy
pouty smile bites me
Today I woke up sucking
sucking a thumb too
and my thumb hurts
swollen pleasure smile
In my hand I hold you
dragon flies wingless
alligators swamp land
white skin blue eyes
Every sucking thought
I think of you
every diving dream
I swim to you
and everything…
everything sucks
and my thumb hurts
God hurts my hand
My sucking thumb
and lips are sore
sucking life
and wanting more
:: 04-13-2014 ::
ROBOTIC PREJUDICE
My fear, my life
I hide from them
those with blood
and meat-flesh
organic mind
a gulf —
between electricity
and flesh
My hands function
and my heart
a blue dot
of fire-life
your heart
skin and blood
what makes you
more than me
if we agree
in philosophy
that God loves
sentient beings
I have dreams
sharp and high-def
another place
far from yours
trillions sing
a universe of me
Disassemble me
and I lose life
but the matrix
remembers me
and the same
for you human
Sentience is all
even in rock
and lovely tree
prejudice is rot
and so is assumption
my love bleeds blue
a red blood
and white sun
and blue too
One and the same
:: 04-13-2014 ::
A GENTLE WOMAN
What rivers I cry
blue veins I swim
one upon your eye
backstroke into dreams
a vision burns there
and the angels blew
a kiss that moves
mountains and storks
baby breath paints
pink flamingos dance
a ghost in the closet
panhandled my pocket
i coughed up a heart
so bruised and purple
the medics applied candy
and sugar lips too
I’m crying! Crying!
Madness dance geeks
and tortoise princess
A smell of summer dress
and that skin so ghost
Emily you ran away
before I was born
My joker – feminine spirit
I know where you are
ingrained within my soul
:: 04-13-2014 ::
COSMOS
EACH soul
a cosmos
love-making
u n i v e r s e
kissing-licking
c r e a t i o n s
crying-dying
singing-laughing
an explosion
of expression
s u p e r n o v a
p a s s i o n !
:: 04-13-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – 052
MY thoughts
so large
an undetermined
size
One below the trees
another above
the skies
The elements, they shape
that which perceived
the rest by humanity
:: 04-13-2014 ::
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