The Title Is Centered In Your Head.

The Title Is Centered In Your Head.

A Poem by ParanoidSchizoAngel
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[Surreal poetry]

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The Fragmented Thoughts of A God

Dwelling In Platonic Dreams

Within Lillied-Apple Seeds.




Time echoed;

Stirring of dreams.

Subconscious flickered fluffy dots.

Sun swept the heavens,

Ascending diabolical lies.

 

Time relapsed;

Subtle forms shadowed in silhouetted dreamscapes.

Alas! The broken are sheltered

Behind cryptic arms of wayward stones.

Cold and alone in distant days.

Stop the heart beating

Before it flutters away.

 

Time slept;

The eyes submerge, untouched by some of us.

Trifled stories of defeat swell down…

Beyond the Deep.

Dirt musters from below,

Cradling sin at its most moistness…

And there heads go-- bitter though bright

Like remnants of stardust-- to grow.

© 2012 ParanoidSchizoAngel


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Dirt musters from below,,,,I am a sucker for good movement, Cradling sin,,, I like when Time sleeps,,,,

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Added on August 2, 2012
Last Updated on August 3, 2012
Tags: surreal, weird, freeverse

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"I embrace my desire to feel the rhythm, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow to feel inspired, to fathom the power, to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain, .. more..

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