"sigmund" poems
Annoying
At night I hear neighbors dogs barking,
under my wheels, their dogs I'm parking.
In the night, I hear things that go bump,
I load up the shotgun, and give it a pump.
Jehovah witnesses knocking at the front door,
how I wish, I could bury them under my floor.
The car in front of me driving to slow,
my horn I give a constant blow.
The person in front of me at the store, taking to long,
some people on this Earth just don't belong.
Can't seem to get an ********
even my hand got a rejection.
Roller coaster breaks down, right before my turn,
I've now reached the point of no return.
So many things make me annoyed,
maybe I need to visit Sigmund Freud.
Dinner not quite ready on time,
running out of things to rhyme.
No electric for more than an hour,
a woman that requires to much flour.
Watching movies I don't like,
My job is now going on strike.
Wiping my *** more than once,
wearing a hat that spells dunce.
Wife of ten years asked for a divorce,
things in life not taking the right course.
**** sites that make me pay,
my hair that is turning grey.
My beautiful children that never call,
girls that think my ***** is to small.
People that think their better than me,
having to pay for things that are free.
Things that annoy me is such a huge list,
just thinking about it is getting me ******
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 1:43 AM UTC
some may say a man
with a beard
has something to hide
some may say a bearded man
is a lonely man
let me tell you a law
of the known universe
all great influential men
had beards
Consider this: The Soul is set aflame by the constant ruminations of the mind that venture beyond one’s stagnant self. This leads to great inspiration and ultimately inspiring others greatly.
so you see
only the bearded man can
transcend himself
List of Great Bearded Men: Frederick Douglas, Ulysses S. Grant, Ernest Hemingway, Jesus, Abraham Lincoln, Confucius, Karl Marx, Sigmund Freud, John Lennon, Vincent Van Gogh, Albert Einstein, King Leonidas, Zeus, Poseidon, Billy Mays, Most notable Pirates.
Dec 2, 2011
Dec 2, 2011 at 1:02 AM UTC
As I let my mind wander into time, and release these binds that have me confined, I began to feel a great energy, like the sun had been compressed and put into me, and as time tic tocs and unwinds into its trail of infinity. I realize a trinity mind body soul, they burn as a whole, for the mightiest of goals. and as time unwinds it'll leave you behind. unless you get your spot in, a line of legacys never to be forgotten
Confucius, Isaac Newton, Albert Einstein, Martin Luther King Jr, George Washington, Ernesto ‘Che’ Guevara, Nelson Mendala, Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, Steve Jobs, Stephen Hawkins, Leonardo Da Vinci, Wolfgang Amedeus Mozart, nikola tesla, Wael Ghonim, Jimi Hendrix, Joseph Stiglitz, Reed Hastings, François Rabelais, Archimedes, Sigmund Frued, Charles Darwin, Aryabhata, Bob Marley, Garrett Morgan, George Washington Carver, Aristotle, John Locke, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Plato, Galileo Galilei...and many many more...
Stand for something. Think outside the box. Evolve and express yourself. Make a difference #STEM #LegacyToIfinity
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 5:31 PM UTC
I am the pretender
You must precensor
When I'm an inventor
Who can't get centered
I'm the apologist
You're the psychologist
We have a suitable deal
You provide an even keel
And cook delicious meals
And let my fingers feel
But you do so much more
Going deeper than the shore
You make a difference
By insistence
I see your footprints
In the distance
They lead me to progress
My mind cannot process
Those things I can't fathom
You effortlessly grab them
You were my bastion of behavior
I thought you were my savior
You're more like Charles Xavier
Controlling my mind
To keep me blind
By taking my vision
When you make your incision
And put me in prison
You're Sigmund Freud
On steroids
You fill my void
Then get annoyed
You cured me of my madness
Yet instilled sadness
When I got addicted to your healing
But then heard your tires peeling
After all your analysis
You deemed me talentless
You used to be my example of what to be
Now you're my example of what to flee
You made me hate the number three
While running my car into a tree
Which made me scream ouch
My ejection from your couch
So I hide in my palace
And drink from a chalice
Filled with mindless malice
While holding my phallus
But I learned my lesson
One last confession
Someone that can calm my brain
Can also leave a permanent stain
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 2:25 PM UTC
Backed and sponsored by the cabinet
Our heads on the server and internet
BCI experiments while we're under the duvet
Foot-soldiers follow orders on their handset
Rockwell is not paranoid
They've seen us on the TV,
iPad, iPhone, and Android
The BCI app that makes us annoyed
Please God, destroy that satellite with an android
My doctor is like Sigmund Freud
Give him the anti psychotic steroid
For making money off the unemployed
Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 9:33 AM UTC
it would have happened by chance that
Sigmund encountered Harry Houdini;
both infamous Ashkanazim intellects,
Freud expounds his theories to a sleepy
& restless Houdini; Freud seeing the
renown magician nodding off offers him
a hit of coke, which Harry takes grateful
& is soon asleep & dreaming of Freud's
weird theories of the mind seeing himself
as Perseus being guided by Ariadne's line
through a complex multilevel space that
defies three-dimensional perception; Harry
thus finds himself firmly in the camp of
the Symbolists, leading to the school of the
Surrealists & later, LSD-25 & some of the
greatest, most enlightened music of all time;
as Dionysus judges the underworld in a long
line of judges, from Thoth to Bacchus to Satan
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 10:38 PM UTC
I am not Sigmund Freud
you're just a *****
however, be crude
and send me a ****
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 8:05 AM UTC
Honorable politician,
Truthful and without ambition,
Found behind bars his own place.
Such a lucky mental case!
Her eyes are truly not hypnotic
Although her smile is mystery,
Each man by nature too myopic
Is guilty of adultery.
Because she had an empty purse,
Yet smiling strange like La Joconde,
He drove his Jaguar in reverse
Thinking she was another blonde.
She had a few coins for grissini,
Wearing her old and too short skirt.
With mercy, dressed in white silk shirt,
He bought for her pretty bikini.
A young woman said: “My love is like sunshine”.
An old woman whined: “My rheumatism foretells rain”.
I stood silent between them, under cloudy skies,
Believing the weather report lies.
Sigmund Freud,
Before others find the steroid,
Dived his nose under the *** drive,
But ******* kept him alive.
Schizophrenia survey:
Doctor: Have you ever had hallucinations?
Patient: No, have you ever seen a schizophrenic?
D: Are you a ******
P: No, until I meet the right man.
D: Have you heard strange voices around?
P: No, my parrot doesn't speak.
D: Do you think you are a great woman?
P: No, I killed only a few cockroaches, with too much spray.
D: Do you think you are a martyr?
P: No, martyrs are killed in a short time and everyone is happy afterwards.
D: Do you think you should die?
P: No, it is better on the floor than below.
D: Can you forgive others' sins?
P: No, Jesus Christ was better than me.
D: Do you think you have enemies?
P: No, I don't have a hammer drill.
D: Do you love your mother?
P: No, only our feelings are the same.
D: Did you try to **** yourself?
P: Yes, because whatever I asked, others said NO.
Patient: Doctor, what are you thinking now?
Doctor: That you never think.
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 3:28 AM UTC
i have always been farther
away than the last moment
spoken between + the label,
yet there is nowhere beyond
my mind that i know how to
reach. it was a sadistic run-of
-the-mill that allowed me to
bring light upon a beam of
light shadowed in a corner
and hiding in hyperspace,
speedier than a tachyon yet
delicious in a red-wine finish..
i skip labor as proof that i am
free but who in the *actual ****
is your leader?
there are moments i can supine
from the words you write in direct
reference to the life i've lived since
September.. but the proof is that i
have streaks of euphoria and clam
ouring happiness amidst a dull ball
-park surrounded by the Lost and the
****** a new list of habits would
have to include my rampant affair with
alcoholism, my flirting with a boardwalk
death-wish in the form of Dunhill cigarettes
**** you, Sigmund Freud) (*all because a
friend discovered Dunhill's to be the favourite
choice of Hunter S. Thompson*) and a lack of
physical exercise beyond the legs which leaves
me brain-atrophy construction-zoned & & &
deadinthewater
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 4:11 PM UTC
He was a paranoid
He was a schizoid
He thought he was living on an asteroid
Until he went to the policeman's ball
He still believes in Sigmund Freud
He's feeling guilty since he was a boy
He was a paranoid
Until he went to the policeman's ball
When he doesn't think he's been acting right
He's sure he'll be attacked at night
Looking at people with such fear in is eyes
It's a wonder that he ever survives
He was a paranoid
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 9:42 AM UTC
Catatonic expressions
On a
Schizophrenic adolescent
Bipolar bearings
Helping ‘em stand
On both sides
Of the argument
Arduous Amore
The Mental Asylum
Silences me
If I speak
I’ll show how weak
My will
To not spill
Crazy thoughts
Is
I remain thoughtless
My conclusion
Signifies delusion
I hypothesize
My hyperactivity Is a hyperbole
Constructed
By psychotic psychiatry
Sigmund Freud
Prescribed *******
And left
The remains
Of white dust
On the brains
That trust
Like the kid
With ADD
Who adds pills
To feel
Emotionless
If too much emotion is
Not a enough
To be a human
I’ll alienate
Myself from
You men
Few men
Understand
The acumen of Wisdom
They fear
What they don’t know
I’m unknown
Anonymous
Synonymous
With the Question Mark
Who am I?
This question marks
The beginning
Of most journeys
Mine began
With
I know who I am,
But how can I show it?
I became
An open book
That was over looked
By the minds
I tried to reach
Read
As comic relief
For
The Intellectually Elite
Oct 30, 2010
Oct 30, 2010 at 4:26 PM UTC
I want a Clarence and Alabama kind of love.
I want a call girl with hardly enough experience
to fall for me,
not a *****
there's a difference.
I want a girl who would drop everything and go
with me anywhere
with more ******* than Sigmund Freud could dream of
and believe in everything I did
no matter how purple my car is.
I want a girl who doesn't care
that only fools rush in
and knows there is nothing cooler than Elvis glasses
and triple kung fu features.
I want a girl who tastes like a peach
and knows how to utilize a phone booth
without dialing a number.
I want a girl who would ****
Tony freaking Soprano,
burn his face off like a vampire's in the sun,
just to see me again.
I want a girl to move with me to Mexico
and name our son after the king of rock n roll
who only cares about living fast, dying young,
and leaving a good looking corpse.
I want a girl
to tell me
You're so cool!
Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 9:28 PM UTC
It seems these antihistamines
Are causing reoccurring dreams
For every time I go to bed
The same old scene is in my head
Like the one where all my teeth fall out
As I sit and pluck them out of my mouth
This one causes a lot of strife
For I've had this dream my entire life
So I searched for answers everywhere
And this is what they had to share
The native said it signifies
Remorse I feel from telling lies
Which I guess would be appropriate
I tend to say things I regret
So I went to see a medium
To trace back where this all begun
We tried to get mister Jung
But as the Latin rolled off her tongue
To our surprise
Before our eyes
Stood the spirit of Sigmund Freud
Claiming I need *** to fill the void
A conversation I'd rather avoid
Needless to say we ended the spell
I gave her my paycheck and bid farewell
And as I exited out to the street
I almost hung my head in defeat
But the natives words came back to me
Bringing a sudden epiphany
It occurred to me as I was walking
I really need to just stop talking.
Perhaps I'll be a silent monk
To help me get out of this funk
But that just sounds absurd
I can figure out how this problem incurred
I don't need to see a therapist
Or invoke a psychoanalyst
I will just continue on my quest
Until I obtain some dreamless rest
I'm sure I can find the connection
By immersing in more self-reflection
So when I go to bed tonight
I'll study my dreams with all my might!!
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 4:46 PM UTC
Tick tock went the clock,
echoing
through monastery halls,
synchronizing the actions of men,
building up modernity’s walls.
Creatively destructive,
eternal
yet fleeting,
modernity was paradoxical,
according to the Harvey reading.
Art had expanded,
abstraction arises,
and Sigmund loves his mom,
more than anyone realizes.
Our friends the id,
the ego and its super,
tell us who we are,
Freud has the world in a stupor.
A catch-22 for dear Pablo,
who will sleep with a ****
but is terrified of syphilis,
as is seen in his art.
There was power and truth,
and Foucault says we’re repressive,
but suddenly things change,
Postmodernity becomes quite impressive.
PoMo cares not for beauty,
or what pleases the public eye.
It’s style for style’s sake,
in the buildings stretching toward the sky.
Uma dances with John,
a young boy finds a severed ear,
Joaquin loves his OS,
PoMo film is, well,
Queer.
Yuppies love pastiche,
their lofts were once a workplace,
they’ve coated them with chrome,
they’ve gentrified the space.
Unlimited breadsticks
have soiled the very Italian name,
Baudrillard says it’s simulacrum,
there is no truth, it’s all the same.
We traipse through this
postmodern world,
not knowing postmodernity
is where we are.
We wear workboots to fashion shows,
we worship that reality star.
We think we’re special snowflakes,
and skinny jeans make us cool,
and media exposure’s made us cynics,
quite impossible to fool.
What we don’t realize is that
we are not our own,
we are pseudo individuals,
through PoMo we have grown.
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 11:09 PM UTC
Today, we sketch ourselves.
Draw a circle for the head.
Two dots for eyes,
One for nose.
Draw the mouth.
Truer than the mirror.
No narcis-stick needed.
No Leonardo or Sigmund.
A self-introspective selfie.
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 8:02 PM UTC
Sigmund Freud
****** Frustration
*******
Doting Mom
Dec 1, 2011
Dec 1, 2011 at 12:26 AM UTC
sigmund freud believed we all carry within ourselves
a suicide impulse, some
strange & counter-evolutionary desire
to return to that moment
of perfect, untainted stillness
before birth.
i don't know if i agree, but
i know enough to know
i want to feel that quiet
instead of the voices
in my head.
you don't need to give me more reasons
to pick myself apart; i never said
i was perfect.
you don't need to point out
the flaws i already hate myself for.
the truth is this: i have found someone
who makes me feel like me again,
who i will expose myself to,
in uncompromised vulnerability,
& who will love every bit of ugly,
who will make me better.
my lungs do not know how to be lungs,
i am becoming bones again,
the scars on my wrists threatening to arise
as fresh again..
i have never once thought myself good enough
& now he is teaching me how to believe
just that. everything else is falling
beneath me; it is all a ball & chain
around my ankles,
while your words rail through me,
bullets giving me just one more reason
to bleed again.
these tears are not for you,
i am not for you,
i am trying to be better,
& please, just let me fight
the urge to seek that silence
without giving me another reason
to throw myself
headlong down
the rabbit
hole.
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 2:04 PM UTC
1
Sigmund Freud's sexuality theory--
not everyone could agree with or applaud
some critics wrote derisively :
'His name should have been spelt Sickman Fraud'.
2
Freud was fixated on ***
that constituted an obsession
did he become so
due to his own repression?
3
Freud: Religion is like childhood neurosis
a statement too brash and bold
if there were a heaven
he would be left out in the cold.
4
Freud's home was full of antiques of all types
was he a compulsive hoarder?
how should he label himself?
can we say his mind was in complete order?
5
If you could understand
Freud's theories on id, ego, super-ego
you would get closer to being a shrink
some say--that's all you need to know.
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 4:04 AM UTC
walking
the streets of Vienna
with you
things come alive
venerable palaces
waltzing around St. Stephen's
beautiful white horses
from the Spanish Riding School
galloping through the Schönbrunn Park
old Sigmund F.
ogling the Viennese Choir Boys
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 6:22 PM UTC
Creeping out of my head
they're sprawled across the floor
all hopes are dead
and laying there.
I have no want to go back to school,
although knowledge has always been my passion.
I can't even recall facts that I used to know,
like the creases on the back of my hand,
Music would radiate from my room
Either the guitar
the record player
or my computer would blast ballads
of love and of hate
but I can't even remember a single song
by the Foo Fighters.
And I used to know them all.
There is no love of knowing like there used to be
no drive for novels
short stories or poems,
I don't know how I am going to manage
the creativity that my life
will desire from my brain.
every desire to trip on acid
or philosophize like
Carl Sagan and Sigmund Freud...
or both
Dead as letters on this keyboard.
I used to be bright, long haired and free
I knew just about everything
and would be up to try anything,
but something happened and now
its flowing through the cracks,
I wanted to be cool
I wanted to be new
a smart boy,
with secrets of which
only some knew.
brain dead and sad
all my life draining
and I don't know what to do.
Now I'm a corpse
in a shallow grave,
if two feet above the my dreams
and queen sized
is shallow
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 12:03 AM UTC
She proved
Freud true.
extreme pleasure
reactions,
resemble excruciating pain!
Dec 10, 2011
Dec 10, 2011 at 8:17 PM UTC
person 1 person 2
My heart stopped
My heart stopped
Reaching for Reason I found only treasonous attempts of my breath
I was hooked
Line and Sinker
and I sunk and I sunk
Down to depths only Sigmund theoreticized about
His eyes
Her smile
begat me
grappling my mouth
Yet still I flew
Free from pain, filled with euphoria
Delirious, hungry, I questioned
Is this real?
His flesh?
Her lips?
Together our vessels rocked and moved as one
I still questioned the horizon
looking for the morning, hoping
he wouldn't see
my minute disguise defiled
Is this real?
My heart still stopped
Reaching for Rhyme
We navigated the waters
only with time
Feb 15, 2013
Feb 15, 2013 at 3:19 PM UTC
Most people are psychotically misinformed therefore stingy with their time love and attention overemphasing their importance to the universe...
Sigmund Freud
Note: the "anagram" for
Sigmund Freud = sum drug fiend
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 6:14 AM UTC