The Only Difference Between a Rut and a Groove is Your Attitude.
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 These Black & White "Surrational Images" are By Scott Mutter (and Quite Good!)


Surreal Groovin'

The peanut butter foggy, soggy dawn breaks.
Brutish morn scaring blue soulful nite away,
Words left hanging on lips, icicles of thought
Dripping bright hopes and far away dreams,
Images left on fingertips, itching, smiling residue.
Dancing through my surrealistic grooveyard again,
Hearing melodies from lemon sun choruses
The Muse whispers, honey dew drops glisten,
Golden beaming purple sparkles surrounding me
With rhythmic pulses, lights of fire prodding me.
Feeling her radiant warmth inside me, I glide,
Moving in time to visual harmonies, entranced
By magickal eternal musical bliss, sweetly singing,
One with nature, one dance, forever grooving.




Stunned Again

The watcher gazes blankly
as the dreamer dreams,
unfolding a future memory
while erasing yesterday's
mistakes, seeing nothing
but spiraling sands of time
frozen, each grain suspended.
glistening tears, fifty years adrift
on churning waves of purple-gold,
and still the golden sun does rise,
flash across the sky, and fall again.
question marks fill the foggy air,
parenthetically dangling, teasing,
while chaos spoke to anarchy,
grim solitude looked on, amused,
lost happiness just laughed aloud,
turned away, shunning light,
embracing stormy nights.
lightning bolts screamed agony,
the dreamer assumed fetal position
dazed, amazed, wordless, numb,
seconds dripped, minutes drizzled
hours, days melted into murky slush,
the watcher watched helplessly,
silently, as a perfect cloud moved,
unnoticed.






Crystal Visionary

Peering down through the telescope
Bringing the world against my eyes,
Trying to visualize the future,
And understand my hazy past.
Life, like a kaleidoscope before me,
The multi-faceted, brilliant colors
Always spinning, ever changing hues,
Emerging, forming, shape-shifting,
Magma burning, melting all it touches,
Then moving on uncaring, passing time,
And I am swept along, unknowing.





MerryBerryVille

Strawberry fields, those green grassy hills,
Smelling sunshiny visions of my youth.
Cottonball clouds, huffing above me, in
Blue wave seas, blossoming, dissolving,
Images nostalgic on wide-screen mind.
Time popsicle, dripping sweet memories
On worn blue jean legs, torn white tee shirt.
Wind's warm fingers teasing, grinning
Playfully tickling, butterfly wings fluttering.
Fat, chattering trees, whispering softly
Their magickal chants, as topsy-turvy squirrels
Scamper, heedless of impetuous cat's desires.
Bluejays soaring, lawnmowers roaring,
Giddy children wrestling imaginary foes
Tumble helter-skelter, laughing, screaming.
A world outside me, blue world deep within myself,
In joyful days of distant future past,
On green grassy hills, in strawberry fields.





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