[Chaos Poetry]No reason, no flow, new season, new show - (aka word salad)
Trees that tickle and baffle my mind
Socks that breed and disappear
The cries of eagles
The crack of wintered trees
The frightened and baffled
Arbitrary disease
So many wonders
Little time to consume
The trees only hunger
For belly filled dew
Thy cancerous legions that stomp here and there
Long after pride has gone
Trees will drink you from the ground
The shattering mind clamps
Velcro divine manufactured belief
Juggling sensory delusions
A hand clasps your wooly chin
Found wanting by the zone
You still look and stare
Crazed manicures light the way
Series of reality shows
Truth spoken or so they claim
A fact is a lie and that is a fact
No tit for a tat, no lip for a lap
Free pringles for all is election speech gold
Pretensions of mind are such illusionary mold
Drink the mist that blows your way
For candles and words won't save the day
Oh dark chaos that limps into the room
The crazed mental vibrant poetic loom
This chaotic style not defined or held fast
Rhyme or reason are gone at last
One moment a rhythmic rhyme could lead the way
The next it could not rhyme or flow in any way
Dried up crusty old tools
Sometimes escape from us old fools
Dreary and promising chaotic loot
Not always fishing for a boot
Don't wonder the reason the crazed season is near
Random galaxies of vibrations the words are clear
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Technique: This style of poetry is a pure word dump. Some people may not even consider it poetry. I let the strange sentences flow one after the other. Sometimes it is great, other times it is MEH. Sometimes most of it is poor, and hidden within might be a gem or two. Yet it does lead to some interesting visuals at times. I do the chaos poetry and I only look for the images after I am done if it gives me any ideas to look for. It's pretty weird. It can be fun. If you hit it when you are in the zone it can be quite amusing. - @dwinblood
I call it bleed poetry, I used to write only on paper, the words spilling out as fast and rhythmic as my mind raced, filling page after maddening page, a lot of it is up on my website, I've been adding some previously unreleased pieces here as well. It's sometimes unpredictable, and they aren't all gems, but when you hit the nail on the head, so good. These word salads serve as good exercise for the days you really have a demon to excise. Look forward to more of your words😄