Yearning Into ReverieOn dark, cold soil,
atop the soaring green turf,
lay cold, rusty, nostalgic houses.
The path that led to them
was faded and shallow,
with the feeling
it could cave in
at any moment.
Scattered along that path
were derelict vehicles
from different eras
each one different heaps of life.
Fog filled the houses.
It filled the cars too,
like a raging campfire,
too sinister
to be put out.
And yet here...
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Categories:
surreal, childhood, depression, humanity, life,
Form: Free verse
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Quintilis
Julis Caesar
Dog days
Ruby
Larkspur
Water lily
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Categories:
july, surreal,
Form: Free verse
MidnightMidnight is like a square.
A square patch of grass at midnight.
Folds over.
Hurts like spirals.
Midnight churning and tapping.
Weirdness.
There’s such a thing as too many midnight moons.
I have double vision.
Midnight eating away at the feel-good chatter.
Spiraling like curtains.
Opening and closing.
Midnight.
Midnight is like lettuce being chopped...
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Categories:
surreal,
Form: Free verse
Surreal cartwheel sublime PANTomime time
No channel skipping ..no flannel...it was so gripping…hearts melt…Pant's ripping svelte pelt and belt..stripping and whipping..the fab never drab Rishab lab..was it real..felt like I was tripping… no pipping..surreal cartwheel flipping..
Some verse about the Panto Pant curse…does traverse…like a hearse….won’t reimburse..adverse bowlers terse..things getting worse…reputations nurse…Rishab flash panache smash and grab..rehearse that ramp reverse..in his...
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Categories:
surreal, sports,
Form: Free verse
TangentsTangents.
Nothing like the howling roof.
Or the clasps of blades of grass.
Nothing empty as-
Connections of piano keys.
Or horrible things, changes, socks.
Growth,
Or waiting.
Or carpet fibers along the path.
Tangents.
We always go back to small sounds.
Tangents.
We always eat things.
Tangents.
So nothing new came along after all.
...
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Categories:
surreal,
Form: Free verse
As the Crow DiesLook down at me
From thy beak
Give me thou crow like stare
Feed my fear
With darkened glare
Feathers erased by air
Pages many
Thy secrets held
Our hubris was a trap
Spells dispelled
Thy wings expand
In the night thee flap
Moon in sky
This is thy realm
Dark spirits are afloat
A cursed bird
No friends or foe
Never to sing a note
Books in piles
Will not...
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Categories:
surreal, angst, animal, betrayal, nature,
Form: Rhyme
An epiphany dawnswee hours of the morn
deep stillness the mode
as funnel of pure awareness
we stand erect in our abode
all worlds around us swirl
illusions, dreamlike surreal
around the Sushumna whirl
we know them to be unreal
we are at the centre
pristine, untouched, nonchalant
we feel no urge to enter
for our heart is free from want
several hours go by
we remain...
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Categories:
spiritual, surreal,
Form: Rhyme
From Dusk Till DawnAn isolating darkness looms:
A numb yet tingled skin;
And residues of twilight's gloom,
As walls unseen close in.
This place feels sharp, yet vague and stale;
The clash stirs strife within.
My fingers click and spread—a snap!
So faint—I fear I'm dead.
Insipid airs invade my lungs:
The voices haunt my ears;
Adrift in dreamlike black, undone,
Alone, still lacking fear.
Commanded, guided, commandeered
My soul is...
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Categories:
surreal, death, journey, lost, philosophy,
Form: Verse
Conundrum
Categories:
life, mystery, surreal,
Form: Free verse
Hey UniverseHey Universe
Why you coming at me so hard?
Did I do some sht to piss ya off?
Or you just playing some evil part?
Its all getting kinda rough
Im not nearly tough enough
To get through this & come up
been kickin me down so much
Im bruised & lumped up
in every possible spot I can touch
I've...
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Categories:
surreal, destiny, growth, life, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Gate of Undefined Infinity
“Fear of death is fear of surrender to Infinity.”
~ Adi Da Samraj
In my fevered state, I sought the godforsaken
sounds of the gossamer strings of the harp.
It was hours of grave thoughts before I would awaken
to the ghostly groaning of my mind’s steep scarp.
Grief-stricken, I lie staring through closed eyes
listening to the beat of my heart...
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Categories:
surreal, dark, death, dream, fear,
Form: Rhyme
Another Life
Another Life
One soul
two bodies
One world
another life
I curl in pain
troubled by yesterday's misery
l miss my world
as I caught up
running through the course
of another life
...
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Categories:
deep, surreal,
Form: Light Verse
SpaceI live alone in outer space.
Which costs less than a city place.
I like to eat donuts, but they don’t exist here.
On this planet which is covered in slime and fear.
I live alone or maybe not.
Maybe the extraterrestrial beings will leave me to rot.
I don’t know how to hunt and gather.
In a place where there’s no...
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Categories:
surreal,
Form: Rhyme
French films of your youthone look full of longing later
in the glow of electric lips
a brush with the unknown...
those were the French films of your youth
your concomitant struggles for love
rambling through the summer heat
gliding in the seaside breeze
down in the deep dead blue
to yearn, to be strangely stranded
among the widowed twin tides
in your sleepy demeanour
still craving your only...
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Categories:
longing, memory, surreal, symbolism,
Form: Free verse
It's not so easy being a witch
Whew ~ I'm all tuckered out
from doing my day-to-day spellcasting business,
conjuring this and conjuring that,
bewitching this and bewitching that,
I hate to say it but I'm not
the young enchantress I used to be.
It's time for a break and have some brew ~
what I need next is to summon my charming warlock
to make me feel those long...
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Categories:
fun, life, longing, surreal,
Form: Free verse
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