Tuesday, May 28, 2019

Silent Echoes - Surreal POetry by Freek

 Silent Echoes

The sun flickered
I bowed my head
Not wanting to press continue
My life had become a game show of unanswered questions

I shouted into the empty cave
"Who am I?"
Only the echo of myself replied
So I shouted into the empty cave again
"Tell me who I am"
Again, only my echo replied
Once more I shouted into the empty cave
"Who am I now?"

Silent echoes filled the air

I sundered into a large void

Then I realised this flavourless existence was my temporary residence

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Author: Sam Freek

Tuesday, May 21, 2019

The Blurb - Surreal Poetry by Freek


 The Blurb

I left a fork in the sink for over a week after using it to whisk up my thoughts into a stringy white omlette
Standing still in the fog I didn't know which way was forwards
The focus grew from the side of my head as I realised a limp wrist was all that I needed
Three theme tunes all played at once through the gaping beak of a pigeon
Ink blots fell from the nearby gooseberry bush which had only grown 4 inches in 2 years

Nobody knew what happened as I seized comfort in the tall grass
You should try this on for size blurted my invisible friend from Coventry
How do you spell the sound of nothingness I insisted
After taking a look inside I became surrounded by aged beauties of a special variety
Nothing grew anymore, not to the mid west of West Bromwich anyway

A quarter of pear drops and a back issue of a 1987 edition of a London A to Z please
All my lucky charms failed to work so I placed them on a ferry that was setting sail to Amsterdam
Tilting forwards he told me he could play the guitar but only after his initial treatment
A dark green lit room brought back memories of living in a fish tank
Not to be flummoxed anymore I brought a wry smile to my face which completed the sequel



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After The Before - Surreal Poetry by Freek

After The Before

I did that before
I bought them after


I read it before
We booked it after


I knew you before
It broke after


I started it before
The pain came after


Author: Sam Freek

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Thursday, May 09, 2019

Abstract Nude Painting - Contemporary ARt


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Helen The Strong - Contemporary Nude Painting

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Lets Do This - Contemporary Nude Painting

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Bring Me Wine - Contemporary Nude Painting

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New Shoes - Contemporary Nude Painting

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I Don't Care - Contemporary Nude Painting

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No MIstakes Here - Contemporary Nude Painting


Hello World! Some cheeky nude contemporary digital paintings just for the hell of it. 
Author: Sam Freek