Tag Archives: #surrealism
… absolutely maybe if wings flew
without a bird’s body and the air
lifted ground as outer space
filled inner spirits
then all things might be
equal and if so then what?
Zero.
Which is arguably a ‘something’
less than 1 but greater than
less than zero.
Words.
The devil’s insidious plot to
madden the human mind with
intangible monsters that chip
away at the glass floor we
all ignore and rarely look
down upon
we might see the super-
structure of reality then.
What then?
HORROR.
:: 09-21-2018 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #mind, #poetry, #prose, #reality, #surrealism, #words | posted in #surreal, #surrealism
walking down a beam of wood
and over the muscles of a
raging river a duckling floats
by in plastic yellow and crying
oh duckling sweet toy
someone should save us!
a cloud fluffs and coughingly
sings: my little gifts my saddened
fleshy fish we love you —- i
dip a toe into the water’s eye
o say o no o my ooh such fresh
feelings as the duckling falls over
head first across the water’s edge |||
a paper boat with a tall mast
floats by…
:: 09-13-2018 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #cyclical, #experiences, #life, #nature, #poetry, #surrealism, #words | posted in #nature, Uncategorized
i birthed one of my famous dreams
last night and invited the
whole town. every inconsiderate
thought came and the flat shadows
of my dearest fears.
the Child with no face on the sidewalk
outlines in broad strokes
Despair. a piece of dove of peace
smothered in regrets on a wooden table
served on a terrace of blinding terror.
only the smallest of facts carry
the greatest stories of which this one
is condemned to 3 o’clock each mourning.
before heaven awakens.
before sizzling strains
of gravity prove awakened
minds are too heavy.
as the rest of the town hides everywhere
that sanity has escaped i press
hard into my eyes by thumbs to forget.
manifested dreams is a sidecar
of my mental vehicle. again at sunrise
to find that one last star yet devoured
by daylight. a wish upon that remaining
survivor — allow this to be me!
:: 09-10-2018 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #despair, #dreams, #horror, #pain, #poetry, #surrealism, #terror | posted in #despair, #dreams, Uncategorized
l o v e. elephants too.
. ants. /\ R doing all that
couldn’t be done. Smiles Making
All that’s unmade and her SHE’s
best with peanut’s butter so LOVE
show me EASY not a thing so undone
save all who cannot be saved
hug the porcupine and the insane
and in the end it’s the moon or maybe
even Mars — where they inhale
Laughter and breath out NASA emblems
while teaching rovers to catch a star //
love love love ALL ||
:: 09-01-2018 ::
2 Comments | tags: #ants, #elephants, #mars, #moon, #poetry, #surrealism, #words | posted in #abstract, #love
THE PRECIOUS terror is realizing
most adults are dead children
or like a day that folds itself into
a basket of reborn night. That long-
necked geese and stiff necks are
either pretending giraffes or self
consumed souls; ignoring the mirror’s
reflecting thoughts introspection
devours it’s own mouth.
Surrealism is hickey upon my heart
that bests freezer burn sunlight any
now. Kiss me you brilliant stupid
fool.
:: 08-30-2018 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #Andre Breton, #eprobles.com, #poetry, #surrealism, #words | posted in #mental, #mind, #surrealism, #words, Uncategorized
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 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #death, #imagination, #life, #love, #poetry, #surrealism, #words | posted in Uncategorized
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 ::
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… 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?
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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 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #poetry, #Salvador Dali, #surrealism | posted in #please, #surreal, #surrealism
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.
:: ~|~ ::
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