A Stream Of Consciousness Forum 2 surrealist verses I wrote--h..
2 surrealist verses I wrote--hope you like. Let me know what you think10 Years AgoPenetrance snake eat frog cozy female snaps white tree branch I spoke silence and cried cudgel-bean baby elephant's tusk Ivory tunnel wherein cops came in Eternal seed Spill dew upon the chastened ground Food come up Danse Macabre Dance Macabre Dance, Macabre Dance, Macabre! Love like a winter storm, Bitter and torn, Like the pages of a beat, All that is weathered and worn, Comes down at your feet Cat jumps on bed How we miss a proper psychopath like you, Ted Now we’re all nutcases in a nuthouse nation America is a nut tree, strewing nuts all along the path A girl on a bicycle picks one up and puts it in her basket The year is not as it was before And she is peddling to her grandfather’s house Along the way she hits a stone wedged between the slots And she is upended from her bike Like a snail out of its shell And she hits the ground on her back in a blue? Is it a red dress? I can’t tell Anyway there are flowers on it It might as well be a tablecloth It is inauspicious And a gruesome atrocity She lies on the ground, with nowhere to go She decides to have a snack And flipping open the basket pulls out the nut She cracks it open And put the naked, fetal-positioned flesh On her tongue Wouldn’t you know that’s the first place you put a nut? Then she closed her mouth Crunch crunch crunch Hammer of the Supreme Court is coming down I forget who this girl is anyway I’ve lost interest in her altogether Her teeth, her hair, her face, which was never turned towards me, her ugly freakin dress, Which isn’t hard to imagine, She looks like a Quaker going to her first dance party, I tell you, her clothes represent the massacre of the Jews, But who she is I couldn’t tell you at all Tuxedo black drawn quick tight wrong Red gondola bid me tea-tote farewellisms Exquisite monstrosities denote fatigue in the overall infrastructure Marble outcasts in Thebes groan bandsoon Terracotta landmarks dream of schools scorched in new high noons David and Goliath duel first head south then you’re eyes Michael watches as dunes rise from hopeful farms Dog drag leash and finds turtle Clandestine memories sweep under the chimney And in their expiration go up into the night sky over Paris to blanket people Faraway, fargone, farlost, farsung Eden is an eternity waiting to happen Gone the day when the brethren I would make Hurry to the stars Divine appointment Checks with the teeth I am so disappointed The Year of Sorrow, sowing tears Neverending luminous light The wicked man, yoking his peers God’s anger burning bright Partiality, still by wealth, as we judge by appearance Lazarus peering down at us, from on high Metaphysics’ mysterious disappearance Morality’s abject conclusion, far from which we lie Torso wrapped around brown baskets Hunting grounds of rabbits burnt to a crispy potato and strawsack animal dog on a string Never you mind whose side I’m on That should be clear as a McDonald sign Exorbitant amount of anything spiritual does not harm Warthog shoulders beef on its snout can’t breathe but can help some more O Holy God O flowery descent O wondrous flow of Sword-King’s blood O, GLORY GLORY GLORY GLORY GLORY GLORY GLORY Death commands plain view of the stars So fell the veil of reality Between the marriage of Heaven and Earth Penetrance Penetrance Penetrance! I didn’t say half my problems were worse…. I didn’t say half my problems were worse since you ran away Since you snatched the thoughts of matter and breath to yesterday Fallen and faded elastic rooms gone to gray A woman in the gloom by the curtains in a red and milk pink dress embalmed in dusk and shade Music latter days dewy film might trade Chatter in the room to encompass ere the loom Lullabies, recite or sing Claire De Lune Here and then rediscover the soul pageantry of the whole[]ole But that’s not the sound of my past It’s my brother’s His a duckling hanging over his crib, or maybe by his infant side Chiming sweet melody from a metal box to soothe him to sleep My sound is the sound of whatever was fed me I was a tiny monster I was put to sleep I put my face in anything I bit the heel of the women who raised me I was a voracious animal I spun webs like a spider I played faction against faction when it was fashionable I was a miniature Machiavelli I should have stroked my eyebrows Only the keel of man tamed me And I have no regrets I am a better person now I saw the darkness of my heart from an early age And I knew that something had to be done for it So I turned to God —My God, my Lord, and my Saviour— And I bear witness to his change in me today Still I was not without youthful folly I was snakeskin Mohawk dog-harlot barley Maywind boomworld (that’s dubstep) Ricochet Harvey I arrived, fresh on scene, knowing nothing of this place but Matt’s shorty sweatpants Now we’re trampling through the miserable woods and night like odd’s Holly Karamarkovich winter sandwich is for me I’m out of it Trekking up the spine to Dolliver House, hey what’s up, [uh, I’m speeding] how are you? Enter the spawn of the gate of elevation Sunglasses on, music blasting, stick your tongue out and mock the sun The southward journey begins, keep your eyes on something keen (Man that was weak stuff, later on the furniture sprouted polka dots and it was rough) Bricks wiggle away and the sky is something so gaudy it’s for kids to touch and play with at the mall The trees are torrential and I’m chasing the night away—I’m trying to hug it, that’s all The darkness is vast and deep yet so shallow and shaft-thin I could peel it with a stencil knife I was with everybody, now I’m with nobody, except with someone I barely know Cross-section: Lanterns engulf the night Along the path Which leads to the same place you started No revelations, no regrets, just tears, sweaty-pearl tears, it’s all so Godly beautiful The moment serves a purpose And stretches wide like a pouch You carry the moment around And fill it up as you go along Conversations are a must And the laughter in the air is golden Understanding is everything But understanding is just plain foolish Webster’s in the corner saying, “Transcend the bullshit” Craig is nodding; how right he was Seeking the preternatural we go out in search of new experiences But always, always, we end up with You Listen to the waters! That divine rush of sound! It is indescribable! It is like being high on ice! It is like being candid for the first time! You would think we would see Buddha descending from the clouds, Mounted on a lotus leaf, wearing naught but a shroud He would say, (Forthcoming piece of dialogue) Smoking like cowboys beneath archways that cast shadows in font slants Then unearthly lights that seem to shine through your guts shine on you and it’s security you guys! Scram! Bounding over the hills, belly-flopping into the ditch, wading through the muddy waters, out into the reeds—this is no country for old men, our backs to the flashlights—she steps into the mud, and backs away—score 1 for the bourgeoisie! They never find us, and we slowly make our way back to campus— After 3 hours of waiting in the grass, WITHOUT smoking weed, and Tom Clancying the scene like regular scouts Moments later we’re under the lecture center, and security is passing us by—“Having a nice night?” “Yeah, if it weren’t for some kids.” “Sorry!” Such is the cosmos A Zoroastrian struggle They are the sweepers We are the tree swingers Swinging overhead Laughing with our hands to our mouths “We got ‘em again!” we say Those were eminently great times, I say But that was the Night Night will get dragged before Day And though you were still with me, O my sweet Cherie, When I left from the Rock for my year at another school, That was the year, Sad annual when, My shadow queen, You ran away…. |
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Re: 2 surrealist verses I wrote--hope you like. Let me know what you think10 Years AgoJust want to share a website here everyone.. i'm sure everyone's here a writer with many many experience. so here's the website www.secretheartbox.weebly.com
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Re: 2 surrealist verses I wrote--hope you like. Let me know what you think9 Years AgoIntense. Beautiful and delicate. Harsh and surreal/real. It took me to a strange, yet familiar dream - thanks for sharing!
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