Tag Archives: #surrealism

THE FLESH: A BILLBOARD

Immeasurable,
unlabeled, word-
less by
studded
tears
and
voice,

APHONIC.

Only death by
tenderness
swoops down
as eternity
and her hands,
soft as fire;
as time

the flesh;
a billboard
the soul
neon lights.

:: 11-06-2017 ::


i loved-like love

i loved-like love the Spirit of our Heads
standing tall upon the stalk of a neck
seeing colors unknown; feeling feelings
like boiling heat –> and that boiling
stench is the others who are always lost
||||| i am never between 2
walls ||||| and the face like a sky
looks down and calls my name and i hear
my Soul scream
the beetle has it’s dung; the famous
have their money, but no one is anyone
like i am so Spirit of this Universe
come and won’t you come and teach us
the secrets of all.

:: 10-13-2017 ::


C O N S U M E R D E A D

 

… and then every foot step becomes a monster.
and ‘me’ the simulacrum. it had no
matter where the legs took my theater:
my head-projector focused on the entities
around my case of skin.
I was the trapped. The epitome of
consumer in a strange twisted world
I once had known as home.
and then one day everything became
digital.

I died.

Reborn as the die-hard reluctant.
shopper || .. –>
C O N S U M E R
D E A D

:: 09-14-2017 ::

it is the fear i fear more than the dream
that the dream is a fear is not a fear i
should ever dream. i dream. nothing more?


10:10

I hear they dug up Dali and I’m sure
awaiting in this fact there’s a
hidden joke — but it’s so surreal!

:: 07-22-2017 ::


BoRN dEAD

jab /uh-ooh.eeh
so i’m dying dying lying like
i lied last night;like-like
n o w ~@ oweee
so i live like
i live life
so i live like
i loved life
so i l i e d!
so i i i died
i died for life
for death
for eternity~~~~~…
we are all born dead.

:: ~|~ ::


BUILDERS OF REALITY

“Time drops all these moments as
decayed, spoiled riches.
And vibrating strings of light
dance the tip of Souls while
enjoying the orchestra
of all life!” — E.P. Robles

[Too late; as late as it gets thought I.]

Upon this very late or very early
morning while i began to realize
i left my dreaming snoring then upon
a glint from parted curtains I was certain
a something queerly missing ~ or should
i say amiss.

There, upon the fabric of dusty thoughts
while peering out my window pane
i came to see a dastardly scene that
almost certainly brought me to my knees!
There upon the shrouded street
were many short blue-clothed things
busily erasing each moment as it passed.
Unbeknown that “i” was one between
the ‘there’ and ‘here’ they froze
all the while i stood and stared;
“Oh no oh no!” they screamed at me
squirming then churning they moved
and rebuilt the past you see
and found myself in bed again
and all ends well that begins
and all beginnings have always been
–endings are myth!

:: 04-20-2017 ::


O BLUEDARK WHY LASTING

O blueDark why lasting Ever
splish-as-echoic budded by
her beautiful i’s is wise When 
upon the bleeding last drop light ~ 
 my life Chord shivers burning icePas-
shouldn’t we kiss each other’s fireBor-
 nMoods before dri pp ing Time 
drops squenchPinch this moment.

:: 04-16-2017 ::

OK, DRIVE SAFELY

[life continues to beat]
Sometimes it seems i have been lost
then mostly finding myself between
tomorrow’s thoughts remembering today’s
yesterday as though it’s right now
then it’s gone. GONE. then (what a
lonely skinny word ‘then’)i find that
the rash was a tire’s track across my
chest and not poison ivy. So now this
is’nt happening and i am it for only
a moment longer ~~~~~there.

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and then no longer______.
[life continues to beat]
:: 03-06-2017 ::


THAT MUCH SLAUGHTERED FOR A SWEETNESS

so much darkness      so much light
when i cannot see      i remember
to never look directly into
that dark and sorry ending
(while the faithful are healing;
angels are mending (so many
as mountains)) and that much
slaughtered for a sweetness
we all call The Light.
:: 03-06-2017 ::


RUSHING INTO THE DARK HOUR

BENEATH my breath are quiet words
which spirit feeds and fire Eats:
a promulgated non-scientifically
personal fact. A unity of a
membership-less Club of Souls
== the latent release of human-
life. Remarkable abilities
for an animal in terrestrial
nature!

The power of:

self-control
creative power
reconstructive power
power of faith
and the power of
revivification.

Gently, a small reminder:
we are not Gods but
only that god is imprisoned
within each of Us.

The delusion of negative
energy.

And increasing momentum
which the world is rushing
into the Dark Hour.

:: 01-18-2017 ::