Seriously Absurd - Absurdly Serious

In which our hero (me) explores the meaning of life with some original writing and a few re-posts. For art related stuff go to Deep Fun

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rennok90:

Write like a child: 

Exaggerate wildly

Seek out wonder

Conjure your dreams

Share them with everyone 

Whisper your nightmares

Find the strength to slay them. 

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119 Plays
Joe Thompson
If I could fly

poemsandplays:

Sorry to reblog again, I just wanted you guys to know the lyrics  

Lyrics:
Over the rainbow and up to the stars
Dancing with Venus and Wrestling with Mars
Then to the moon for hot chocolate and pie If I could fly

Don’t try to find me, You wouldn’t because 
I’d be off having lunch with the Wizard of Oz
The Tinman, The Scarecrow, the Lion and I 
If I could fly.

if I could fly I would soar through the air
just like Peter Pan
without a worry and without a care
Calling catch me if you can

I’d never get lonely up there in the blue -
But just to be sure I’d teach you to fly too
On wings that are made of a wish and a sigh.

- joe Thompson

Filed under whimsical song

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Creating your soul

Life does not come equipped with a soul
Contrary to popular belief
It is not standard issue
At birth
you borrow a spark
That must be developed and nurtured
Fueled by love pain compassion
Beauty sorrow laughter
In other words life
Until you have a real soul
To give back to the universe
Minus a little spark
For someone else


- joe thompson

Filed under poetry soul universe sacreligious how i see it

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Art and Audience

You are changing me
From what I am
Into a thing trying to be what I am -
Though perhaps I change myself
So desperate to be loved-
Guessing, anticipating
Losing the unnecessary harmonies,
The unimportant colors
Knocking off the hard edges
Having my vulgarities surgically removed
And my contradictions cleansed
Waiting to be printed on a lunchbox
Or book cover
Or re-issued in a school appropriate edition.

-Joe thompson

Filed under poetry poem art reproduction audience poets on tumblr

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The Missing Part

poemsandplays:

I watch men I do not know.
How they smile,
twitch,
scratch-
how the dirty steel bristles
cut through their cheeks and chins;
their tatoos
dull blue and grey
on sweat washed arms.
How they rub their hands,
push back their hair,
adjust their collars,
breath,
laugh,
belch.
I am…

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Offerings

poemsandplays:

You wonder why I wrap my heart with
Poems I have scribbled in hope and madness
And leave it all unprotected on the alter.

My prayers are simple.
I ask only for peace, clarity
Or just a chance to continue the discussion.

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One perfect moment - a fairy tale of sorts

I imagine a woman at a fair
Selling bottles of this and that
Elixirs of immense power
And objects imbued with magic
Of a sort.
And In a small vial that shines like a thousand stars-
One single drop of something.
“A moment,” she informs me,
“One perfect moment. Extremely rare.
Extremely valuable. What will you give me for one
Perfect moment?”
I laugh thinking of all the perfect moments I have had
With friends, with lovers, alone.
“The day will come when you would trade your soul
For one of these,” she scowls.
“No,” I whisper, “I know the secret -“
She leans in closer.
“I make my own.”


- Joe thompson

Filed under poem poetry perfect moment fairy tale