When they first said I made it through it was just crazy, I mean all kinds of thoughts were going through my head, and you know to be watching the show for nine seasons and to be on it now is surreal, it's so surreal.
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0115 Windows Nothing Reading
Windows nothing reading
thus goes
pretty letters
human companion
immediately
mentioned rich
surreal life
nonsense
surreal poets
make sense
now
everyone
today
e.e.cummings
gertrude stein
our language
new
fresh view
you too
the first stanza
comes with
acknowledgements
to Miss Laurice
who hoped
to slip her
special offer
of Viagra's
love Niagara
or Cialis bliss
penis strength
orgasmic length
through the detumescent
Puritan fathered
filter
into my email
using this
surreal text
random-scandom
this sober morning
but alas
and alack
Miss Laurice's
surreal thesis
like stockyard sow
is labelled now
(but wham and bam
and thank you, ma'am...)
as Spam
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Brooding In Exclusive Solitude
When there is someone known
That grieves.
Dont' try to tell them you believe...
And 'know' what flows and goes around inside.
When unknowing what is felt,
Is dealt by the one who feels its welts!
That would be surreal if...
Someone reached for you to help...
With a trusting faith a friend will aid them...
And not further torture their sorrows.
Give them what you can...
This may begin to lift a lingering doubt away~
Peeled to chase a feud brewing,
In a slow simmer that stews!
That would be surreal if...
This could change the mood left brooding...
In exclusive solitude!
This could be the quick fix needed,
To end a 'beef' between a few
Overcooked but kept out of view!
That would be surreal if...?
When there is someone known,
That grieves.
Dont' try to tell them you believe...
And 'know' what flows and goes around inside.
When unknowing what is felt,
Is dealt by the one who feels its welts!
And watch others run...
Expecting that done by you.
The one who comes to rescue!
That would be surreal if...
Not possible!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Surreal Seasons
all that's been
resurrected in
an untimely spring
now gets buried
in an ever lasting
hasty winter
under a thick blanket
of white snow
people play and frolic on...
all that's been
resurrected in
an untimely spring
now gets displaced
by a cruel west wind
blowing wild and merciless
people struggle against...
i'm left struggling
in a surreal sleep
surrounded by surreal seasons
sans a dream for
i lost the ability to dream...
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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I didn't expect to win the Oscar. You grow up watching the Oscars on TV and you think it happens to fancy people. It was really surreal.
quote by Jennifer Connelly
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World Of Love
Under me
The endless sky
I have my peace of mind
I can see
For miles and miles
I hear my heartbeat echo
I feel the colors flowing over me
World of love
It only happens in a world of love
Can you feel it, so divine, Ill make my own
World of love
Everything changes in a world of love
So surreal I believe the way I feel
Do you believe
In destiny
Ooh it will set you free
Everything starts with a kiss
No thought of tomorrow
Right now is just a place for you and me
World of love
It only happens in a world of love
Can you feel it, so divine
Ill make my own
World of love
Everything changes in a world of love
So surreal I believe the way I feel
A trip through wonderland
Will make you understand
All you need harmony ooh
World of love
It only happens in a world of love
Can you feel it so divine Ill make my own
World of love
Everything changes in a world of love
So surreal I believe the way I feel
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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Fractured Reality Picasso Clarification
No one can convey a fractured broken reality
as masterfully as Picasso
his Guernica render is the most realistic
rendering of media mediated Guera Guera
not his fault the consequences were surreal
Picasso is so broad a human no one should reduce
and cubic is perspective shift
put in a surreal 'ism'
Picasso is my enemy I will overcome him
so as to reduce his breadth
Cube(ism) is not an all inclusive stand
Picasso is my best friend
I will always admire him
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Surreal
On your own, when it all goes wrong, like you're in jail
Torn in two, threw the blame at you
Night met reveals
There is no guarantee, what crazy heart like me
Should I go curl up and die?
Surreal
Precious time is slipping away
Revealed
Don't go wishing your life away
Unreal
A fortune can spend it on anyway
A steal
Precious time is running away
One line folds and the next strikes gold
Finds me in jail
Try to run gotta buy me some free time and bail
There is no guarantee fool for a hangmans tree
Should I go curl up and die
Surreal
Precious time is slipping away
Revealed
Don't go wishing your life away
Unreal
A fortune can spend it on anyway
A steal
Precious time is running away
There is no guarantee, what crazy fool like me
Should I go curl up and die?
song performed by by Erasure
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So I think it was a good thing It was a little surreal watching Leo scream 'I'm not going to die today!' with our music playing - that was the last thing on my mind when I wrote the song.
quote by Jon Crosby
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I Met An Angel
I stopped and stood in amusement,
Searching wings I found none,
Did my eyes deceive my thoughts,
Such eyes in history I never read,
Such beauty in life I never met,
Behold, I saw an angel
Your long legs so pefect and pure,
My eyes your body did steal,
Was it one of those haluccinations,
Did I live an imagination,
I believe my eyes, I saw no illusion
Behold, I saw an angel
The words she spoke lit the fire,
Her breath made me shiver,
Lost in a moment of found beauty,
Can I come closer,
The question of a tempted man,
Losing all the glory,
Finding all the memory,
She was the opposite of surreal,
Yet the surreal of all oppisites,
Behold, I saw an angel
Your eyes, the beacon of all glory,
Your lips, the replica of perfection,
Your legs, so marubic is you angel,
Your smile, dont make the men wet,
Close your mouth beautiful one,
The weak might dropp their jaws,
I saw you and I knew,
Behold, I saw an angel
Before you my breath is vanity,
After you my thoughts, infinity,
In your sight men find no calamity,
Its who you are and how you are,
Such beauty no words can describe,
The wise melt with their futile wisdom,
The intelligent faint with their intel,
The poets bubble in tautology,
Im a witness, I met an angel
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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The Honeymon Phase
Oh you traitorous yet wonderful friend.
Sometimes more of a fiend, but I adore you none the less.
You trickery is coning and your presence hasty,
to look upon one's eyes and experience true beauty.
I feel your coming by the pain in my stomach,
yet I ignore such agony, and make way for peace.
Once experience your addictive as you are swift,
and you always make my perception beautifully surreal,
but too surreal.
So therefore the time you take is neither false nor is it true,
neither good nor s it evil, but deceptive none the less.
Because of how you leave my mind forever amazed
I will always love you yet hate you oh traitorous honeymoon phase.
poem by Augustus Gatlin
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An Alternate World
Do you believe in alternate worlds,
in other dimensions?
I do
I'm there
I am a ghost
walking around unseen
watching others,
not a part of their world,
they, not a part of mine
I was in their world once.
I think I remember.
Soccer games
going to work
shopping
not thinking about tomorrow.
All surreal now
so surreal.
Transported to a world
of people dressed in white
of machines
and a million needles piercing me
the needles seem to never stop.
Days filled with medicine
and more medicine
Do I take this one now?
God, I forget what I took.
Transported to a world of days without sleep
and days without waking.
A world of pain
A world where you let them
fill you with poisons
then ask them to do it again.
Everything that mattered before,
doesn't.
God, how I long to go to the mall
carefree
like these people walking around me,
to worry about next summer's vacation
as though next summer is assured.
I long to be free
I long to be normal
But there is nothing normal
in the world of cancer.
poem by Shane Linville
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One of the most surreal moments in this election was after the third debate, when I heard a talking head say, Al Gore won on substance, on the issues. But you have to give the victory to Bush because he seems presidential.
quote by Bradley Whitford
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Hypnagogic
a woman dreams that she turns
into an orange bird
and on the other hand the orange
bird seeing her so beautiful and complete
less the orange wings and feathers
dreams of having woman-hands
soft and a flowing body like a slender
river curving through along
the side of a big mountain where
the orange bird perches on a branch
of an olive tree beside it
convoluted, the thoughts unwind
themselves in sleep wanting rest
from all these warping of time
and seasons and images and swapping
between reality and dream
surreal and mundane
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Euphoric Silence
In solitude
you come to me
tempest
Your thoughts
lay to rest
on my fingertips
As your
wanton desire
manipulates
my mind
I lose myself
in a world
surreal
As eternity
passes
I sit muted
eyes glazed
in euphoric
silence
poem by Shay B. Malden
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Surreal!
Dragged!
Glanced,
Towards it,
Thinking of what to say! !
But it seems like,
Your friend left you alone in the cold.
Surreal!
Mystery,
Worth waiting;
Worth watching,
Really!
Thinking of what to say;
But you were dragged away.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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It's so surreal being here.
quote by Scotty McCreery
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Love In The Library
Love in the library
By: jimmy buffett, mac mcanally
1994
On the corner of government and bay avenue
The old doomsday fanatic wore a crown of kudzu
Sirens were wailing in the gulf coastal heat
And it seemed like the whole world was in forced retreat
Paid no attention, revolved through the door
Past the newspaper racks on the worn marble floor
Near civil war history my heart skipped a beat
She was standing in fiction stretched high on bare feet
Chorus:
Love in the library
Quiet and cool
Love in the library
There are no rules
Surrounded by stories
Surreal and sublime
I fell in love in the library
Once upon a time
I was the pirate, she was the queen
Sir francis and elizabeth, the best theres ever been
Then she strolled past my table and stopped at the stairs
Then sent me a smile as she reached for flaubert
Chorus:
Love in the library
Quiet and cool
Love in the library
There are no rules
Surrounded by stories
Surreal and sublime
I fell in love in the library
Once upon a time
She gathered her books, walked while she read
Words never spoken, but so much was said
You can read all you want into this rendezvous
But its safer than most things that lovers can do
Well stories have endings, fantasies fade
And the guard by the door starts drawing the shade
So write your own ending and hope it comes true
For the lovers and strangers on bay avenue
Chorus:
Love in the library
Quiet and cool
Love in the library
There are no rules
Surrounded by stories
Surreal and sublime
I fell in love in the library
Once upon a time
Surrounded by stories
Surreal and sublime
I fell in love in the library
Once upon a time
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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I try to make everyone's day just a little more surreal.
quote by Bill Watterson
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The whole trial seemed surreal.
quote by Bernhard Goetz
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Tired Love by Talile Ali
i keep trying
you keep sighing
i keep vying
you keep crying
i keep twistinging
you keep fisting
what a mess we are
in the back of your car
getting into my head
never into my bed
once it's played
it's laid
to be so bad
by wanting something
thats so surreal it sad
instead of that
which feels
tired love resides on the heels
of shattered, smelly, swelling thrills
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poem by Talile Ali
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