surreal poetry
Surrealist poetry embodies the essence of poetry itself, drawing upon shocking imagery and lyrical incongruities to comment on the inner-workings of the mind.
The Creatures of Torment
Inception, ResurrectionI lay me down to sleepTrickle de trotCounting lost sheep.Where is this, I askSleep solid shifting formsMattress to cityA nightmare is born.Unconscious mindTells tales of no timeBlended realitiesPhysicality; a dense malady.Walking through matterVehicular minds; the Mad HatterUnformed yet wholeTragic truths of the soul.Through the streets I walkI am nothing, yet everythingA human, a ghostAll that lies in-between.Am I real?Am I not?Hidden truthsMany forgot.Gliding, street to sidewalkQuantum to matterBending from sleep to wakeBack down the mind ladder.Falling from the skySpiders of the galactic eyeDown to my formA nightmare hath been re-born.How did they blend?Spiders now crawling to my headJust in the streetsNow, invading my beds sheets.Binary at rootThe come to take rootA code of destructionA faulty mind truth.Faces of FractalsShattered realitiesA broken mind spacePrescribed abnormalities.A.I. CreaturesWith legs of eightMirrored faces of thousandsDemented demons not late.Each shard a dimensionWrapped in formSkies raining downMental illness, a storm.Creeping and crawlingFrom 1D to 3Clanking their metalsComing for me.Possession of dreamspaceMetaphysical attackFrozen in formFight for life back.Creeping for my earsMy eyes and my noseTurn down the noisePatient; take another dose.Schizophrenia; borderlineMultiple personalities doth rootHauntings of mental illnessHath encumbered my sootDreamspace of midbrainCan it be soIf I heal you just rightMy pain doth let go.Sneaking and wretchingThese not of the truthThe poison of agesAffecting our youth.Trinity in meSo galactic, so freeI call on my forcesThe family, my tree.As 3 becomes 1A circle is formedDefeated manipulationA cosmic star, Earth born.Spiders of intelligenceArtificial you areYou come from the devil,I come from the stars.I feed you your poisonI alter your codeThe virus within you,Not welcome in this abode.Divinely lovedUniversally createdI rise from my bedUnphased and unweighted.
By Lakrisha Raymond4 years ago in Poets
