Category: Surreal

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Hallucinate

The words you say create images in my head until I hallucinate about the things you’ve said
Flesh vibrating regularly from the wind in the membrane sacks
past unbound muscle and collagen pockets that like to flap
Some grunting non-committal from behind the noise-making orifice
Ends the cacophony of hallucinogenic sound from this ape of avarice

The choices you made are violence; I chose survival.
Your end should not surprise you, as you precipitated its arrival
the colors blend into sound into flavors into tactile susurrations
squeezing the colors out of your melody and accepting invitations

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Heresy in Death

The afterlife is a huge plane, not flat.
There are plateaus
The plateaus are as large as needed; each is a realm protected by the gods of the past and of the now.
Power is that of will, boosted by the faith of the followers
The vast valleys between the plateaus are filled with the faithless dead
, the faithless dead die again and again, lacking the divine protection of the realms of the plateaus
And there is hunger
that can cause one to consume the bodies of the dead souls. This can nourish as well as corrupt. The act of nourishing happens when healing your fellow dead. Corruption from consuming.

Your power can be increased through the faith of your followers. But they cannot be told this in the beginning. Only voluntary faith creates the connection between the faithful and the bright one.

Bright one must protect.
can start raising a plateau.

The dark ones feed and warp those they consume into twisted parodies of the souls they were in life.

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Funk Shun

Executive dysfunction ’cause my brain go stop
trippin’ on my sandals ’cause my flip don’t flop

The rumble of the river calling order to the jungle
If there’s no more faith, then call Mr. Bungle

I don’t take drugs, just carry them along
in a convenient place tucked into my thong

or under my tongue, so I know they exist
or down the throat so they’re eventually pissed


But this is a salad of only one fruiting body
No mycellium here because that would be naughty

Dragged through the windows of the soul of the eyes
I hope these people won’t see through this disguise

What do I do now that I am doing what they thought I could done?
Fucked up and made it and now I’m the one

Imposter Imposter, put down that computer
step up to the bar for another blue shooter

These yellow jackets sting but they keep us going
the bozos with benzos sleep walk never knowing

but I am at the party where the fun refuses to stop
and I can’t walk away because my flip don’t flop

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Hunger

Inner roiling craving nourishment
This is a reaching for osmosis
the lesser concentration reaching for the greater to join and disappear

the space, the void, craving alike
stretch to familiarity
to seek comfort in the finality that is blocked in purity of fear

the acid bath of oblivion
slaking of the thirst for desiccation
running away from the accumulation, the world’s faithful adhere

bare bone is far too much
the isolation of zero kelvin
a single hydrogen atom gaining consciousness in the nether

a silence profound
a hurricane’s eye reaching infinity
in a universe of released impossible weather

push the bubble out
create the negative space
that folds in on itself and the fracture lines feather

and break

into particles

that go unobserved as they fold into waves

breaking the event horizon of the nothing to bring me back to you

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This Reality

a moment caught in a blink
the image, the lingering after-image
etched on the inside of my eyelid in negative relief
Which reality do I follow?

the one laid out before me 
the one perceived when the lights go down
this shadowed landscape that flashes faster than perception
as the light finishes its relativistic trip through the retina

then slows down to nerve impulse level
a mere spark through an electrochemical medium
looming large for an instant
showing the glowing lines of light’s reflection, refraction

As perception rules reality, reality bends for a blink
Then I breathe and take a step
into the brand new world
created in that instant

darkness chased away 
gentle fingers of my lashes no longer tangled
my eyes unfettered
I face the new day created a thousand times

to be destroyed again