Surrealist poetry embodies the essence of poetry itself, drawing upon shocking imagery and lyrical incongruities to comment on the inner-workings of the mind.
I know a place where dreams are made.
I know a place where dreams are made a place where wild goose you chase cause every dream is not meant to be a competitive race
Curious of Misery
I can be so curious of misery, At the sopping plants that limp miserably, I can be so curious, so to death At the pale skeleton, who mark my breath
She Is Made Of Liquified Steel And Tempered Glass
She was always yearning for a lover A special soul that would offer her love, A love that destroyed her boundaries Of every day suffering, rising above.
Island in the Sea
There is an inferno at the heart of an island in the sea, The fires flagged and knocked on the palm trees, And heavy breeze could not ebb the tree smoked chimneys,
How it went.
Hope began, with a heart bent on pursuing it. Joy flourished, when the heart rejoiced despite the times that be. It was not a matter of this or that, or if this did or did not happen,
Jesters (To What End?)
Do I cheer, and at times haphazard jeer At the questions so serious, of doubts to life? Time is so simple, that to bicker and strife
Please Take Me To Cherry Blossom Land
Please take me to Cherry Blossom Land. I want to inhale and get a whiff of the rosy-smelling cherry blossom shrubs.
Someone very special.
A heart so tender, a heart so kind, A delightful face, a beautiful mind, Her love was shown from the sweetness of her voice,
I close my eyes & lucid dream Only to ascend into golden streams, A maze of paths & endless patterns So many spirals, how did this happen?
Dear Poem, I wanted to write you, a hundred times. A hundred times I tried, a hundred times I started to write.
I am tired.
I am tired I need rest it is my job to ignore my needs so that my child can have hers met by me yet it is also my job, to meet my needs while I meet all of hers
THE BUILD What you do, You do to yourself. You don’t have to. Choose. Choose, or fly apart. Is your sun dark?