Friday, January 31, 2020

Grim - Surreal Poetry by Sam Freek

Grim

Go away with your HDR
Reflect the grimness of life
I can see your destinations
My coffee curdles
Restart your life like a crashed browser

Barrier that bounces off hardship
Hanging on the stench of trash
I feel elongated and hear laughter
You set aside problems
They don't interest me

Looking for a way to regain a place
My sanctuary is disconnected
Carpets from the 70's are worn
Searching for the conventional
Replacing my needs and wants

Don't call me, I will call you
Anti social reaches an all time high
But I've got friends
They like my 'gone fishing' photos
Joy in an unfulfilled sham


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Dogs At My Heels - Surreal Poetry by Sam Freek

Dogs At My Heels

Been out in the rain too long
Followed by the obscene
I go to work on the wrong path
It's a pleasure to meet you
Listening to a masterpiece

We all rise up only to crash
Finding the numb amusing
Small yellow faces smile back
Dogs at my heels
I run and never look back

Last day of my holidays
After seven years
Shameless and wild
Things seem out of control
Hop on and enjoy the ride

Passages fill with the mundane
Trashy sensless and unlawful
Splashing about in the gutter
I see home and find a cat
Then everything grinds to a halt


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Gathering of Energy - Surreal Poetry by Sam Freek

Gathering of Energy

Gather round and bring me some energy
Not in a can that leaves me sleepless
Sleepless and wired
Sleepless and wired
It's not for me but I keep ignoring the truth
The truth I have turned my back on
Like pushing it to the back of a cupboard
Behind the tin of cooked mushrooms
That nobody wants

The flesh needs to recover
Needs time to heal
This is not the time for a journey alone
They don't seem to care
They don't seem to know
Where is this compassion?
Where is my soul?
Little energy
Slides away

Taking over me
Passing the supermarket of memories
Can I multiple purchase the good ones?
The shop seems full
Full of people bumping into each other
No smiles
Or kindness
Just slow dancing in the aisles
Looking into mirrorless souls



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Author: Sam Freek


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