Surrealistic Poetry
I enjoy writing and reading poetry. One night I was reading poems from Neutropia to a group, and they seemed less than interested. So I asked the audience to pick a page, any page. Then they became invested, and extremely interested. To this day I advise flipping to a page and reading only that page. The funny thing is that every page makes unique sense when absorbed that way.
Here is a single page, selected at random, from Neutropia…
it is our whims that map the universe
it is our whims that map celestial
there is no plan for anything
but that which we whim
plans are nothing unless we awake
can you listen to your heart beating
on the other side of the dream
it is really a thin dream
the fabric of life
that a million people march to
each thinks i
but they are not
unless they know they are an i am
know you are an i am and break free
everybody break free
know you are an i am
and loose the chains that bind the wings
that are sails upon which we sail
open the skies by opening your eyes
close the body and sail the spirit
you are imagination
this i have said before
why did you not listen before
why do i have to say it again
no matter
i will say it again and again
forever
until you are awake with me
know you are an i am
that is all it takes
know the i am and the universe opens
know the i am
close the body and free the soul
aloft
forever you are
forever
