"spielberg" poems
What is a "soul"?
Seriously, what is it?
Ambiguity obviates all simple and complex definitions.
If "souls" do exist,
I suppose my "soul" is transmogrifying,
Transfusing the screen.
The key is Transition
Of a remote position.
Maybe someday a scientific physician
Will invent a tracking device to track its travelling distance?
Sounds sort of like a Stephen Spielberg novel
The genre of science fiction
Or is it?
7/18/11
(c) 2011 Brandon Antonio Smith
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 4:38 PM UTC
The movie crackles on the screen
My heart jolts as our feet bump
I choke on nerves and Pepsi in the dark.
Nervous hands slip in sweat
As I reach out across the popcorn
To finally intertwine greased fingers.
The movie now a background noise
Our thighs brush as we push closer
I feel your goosebumps against my hair.
Our bodies (your left side on my right) push
And pulsate and beat against each other
The background movie plays on.
Two hours pass and our hands have danced
Our legs have laughed and pushed
And our hearts are now full.
It’s not because of Spielberg
Nor the popcorn and Pepsi
I blame your fingers, feet, and left thigh.
Aug 27, 2012
Aug 27, 2012 at 12:29 PM UTC
If my life were a movie it would be one of those films that gets hyped up to no end because I’m one of those kids with the rough childhood who just wants to make it
When in reality it’s just a less action packed but just as dark dc movie
My story has also been confused with a marvel movie since the protagonist is me
And i can't help but cut my overbearing traumatic tragedies with self deprecating comedies
But my life to me feels more like an edgar wright movie where the action isn’t as exciting as The fact that I was able to get out of bed this morning
And my day to day reality will forever feel like a motion blur of edited out negative emotion
I think Maybe my life could be a wes anderson movie stuck in one color palette for the rest of my eternity
And my maturity tends to overwhelm me
my journey is like an anderson movie because i tend to create a world around me
Taking time to shape my own protected reality so that the outside world can’t hurt inside me
If im being honest though i want my life to be a spielberg movie that grabs attention of all ages coming from all sorts of places
I want to spin my truths into his fantastic fantasies where no one equates my past with me
But at the same time I want my life to be a blast from the past john hughes movie where i find a way to stop my past from haunting me
And everything ends up okay at the end of the day because my minds overbearing insecurities
No longer have control over me
Now i see that in actuality other peoples movies are just too much for who i truly want to be and how my trauma impacts me
I mean between my all of those boring biographies and my abundance of favorite movies
I’d want my life’s movie to be full of images depicting my fondest memories and all my angsty gen z tendencies
If my life were a movie i’d make it about how I am, or was, or am going to be
If my life were a movie I’d make it about me
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 12:24 PM UTC
There is this hell inside me where the flames are mesmerising
it’s shape fits your outline
it grows and shrinks
every time you walk in
walk out.
Tell you what
i’ll be the empty house
and you be the ghost
I’ll keep my favourite illusions about us in tiny glass jars
(like portable mausoleums)
What do you want for dinner?
I'm leaving you
Shall we watch The 7:30 Report?
You’ll never see me again
I’ve made your favourite dessert
You can keep the house
Did you know you can be crying for years
and not even notice
The funny trajectory of feelings
They rise up
you take note
they fall away
some don’t fall away
becoming embedded in your bloodstream
and there’s my only enemy right there
inside me
and no matter how much I vacuum the cracks in the floor
my childhood just doesn’t change
but maybe
just maybe
if i do everything the opposite way i was taught i might survive
I thought you were the face of my survival
(silly I know)
I thought you were my very own swashbuckling hero
like the one's dreamed up by Spielberg and Lucas
but after awhile getting your hopes up
becomes just another extreme sport
If only i had known
the best way to keep our romance alive
was never getting to know each other
Refunds for emotional disappointment should be a thing
and weddings
weddings should happen under water
the suffocating non-air
can break you in for your future
You’re working back again/What’s her name?
You know, there’s a freedom that comes with being forgotten actually
I can relax and become a mountain again
free of perfecting myself
to outshine your golden girls
all of them competing for the crown in your secret world
I would cry about it
but i bought 80 pairs of shoes instead
It will show up on your bank statement
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 4:12 AM UTC
This is not about you
This is not about me,
This ain’t really ‘bout anyone-y, honey;
I’m a liar, for Christ’s sakes!
Sure, sure,
THIS one is about me,
That much I can say,
But everything else?
‘Twas all fake.
I am an ink-and-paper conman,
Because that is how I choose to make a living.
Hate me, if you so dare,
For if you do,
Then you, too, hate the likes of
Rowling and Twain and Wells and Hemingway
Shakespeare and Spielberg and Lucas—
Oh, yes, read up,
Lies upon lies in black-and-white!
We are similar in such a way
Which creates alternate worlds and feelings
And beings of different kinds;
We are those who love to implant things
Into your subconscious mind.
What is true to you,
But false to all,
Is the picture you happen to imagine
When you flip pages and have a ball!
Semantics, my dear,
It is what takes you on a trip
Across a flexible lexicon
Where words are invented and used anew;
Where instead of shoes, you wear foot-canoes.
Your favorite books and movies and songs,
All figments of enigmatic mind,
But,
Is it really all that wrong?
Our lies are
For your enjoyment,
And the good of mankind,
An escape from what’s real,
It brings you to light,
Without this work,
There’d be no color to life.
And that’s why we’re liars
In black-and-white.
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 6:02 AM UTC
Let me tell you about Drew Barrymore:
First of all, she got an early start on self-awareness,
To wit: her breakout role as Gertie in
Steven Spielberg's E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial,
And quickly became one of Hollywood's
Most recognized child actresses,
Going on to establish her self to this freaking day.
From wit: Yeah, sure, she got an early start,
She literally grew up inside her movies.
And if we had ever had a
Shirley Temple of our own generation,
Drew is it.
Simply put:
Drew is sweetness personified.
N'est-ce pas?
But Habitat Hollywood needed more,
Must dwell on the Barrymore name,
Pounding that angle,
Sledging the dynastic anvil,
Forging consensus:
It’s in her genes.
It’s that sangue royale,
It’s in her blood.
All those Fairbanks & Randolphs,
Harrisons & Blyths,
Palazzoli & Giofredi . . . ***
That’s where you get your looks,
You little guinea ****
That olive oil & garlic,
Enhancing that gilded
Barrymore Blood!
It must have been an
Early pink thrill for you, Drew,
Seeing all those
Doors spread wide open--
Widespread like a ****** legs--
Career barrier walls,
Inhibitions crumbling.
What a pleasant realization!
“I am a member of a
Multi-Generation
Theatrical Dynasty.”
And going even further back than
John, Ethel & Lionel, Babaloo.
We’re talking the British Stage here,
We’re talking Legitimate Theater,
As in: Tread those boards, GB Shaw!
Which brings me to my point:
Drew’s had a long time to get over
That Diva
(Louie Prima) Donna thing.
She knows who she is.
She’s comfortable out here,
Way out here in the
So-called real world.
Out a monk’s her environment at-large.
Query: heredity or environment?
Always.
To wit: It was always
Her habitat doing the molding--
From Wit: *******
It’s in her ****** DNA.
In her freaking genes:
Which is precisely
Where I’d like to be right now,
My cherished,
My sweet Drew:
In your freaking jeans.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC
In a scribble
grammar-sphere
Covid-spastic-wormholes
from a new world intelligence.
Come on dudes this is a personal invite
who-ever own the guru-rules out there
come clear make contact
let's boogie on Bach
eat together with Spock,
vegans are welcome too
no disecting
no probes
no props
only sunlight strobes
just the few of us
a humpback tv
Danny Glover, Aeon flux
and Spielberg,
indulged in mars bars and smoked-yeast,
if the kitchen heats up I'll offer you
oil Sheik in galaxian crude dip with
elongated Musk on fire and ice.
May 16, 2023
May 16, 2023 at 2:15 PM UTC
My shelf holds worlds;
bending under multi-colored,
peeling teeth; paper raked by pupils.
Cream clenches then spreads,
like a jogger's lung, and I say,
This is why I normally take it black.
Something Steven Spielberg presented
is strapped to my wall, reminding me of
my childhood that has left my memory
faster than I hoped it would.
There's a decaf tin holding mini-presidential tombstones.
I keep a picture of a woman
I don't even know because
she looks happy and I envy that.
This room is hermetically sealing
3 AM insomnia and daydreams.
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 9:43 PM UTC
Yuan – gobierno – kaadlawan ni Juan
Brad Pitt kg Spielberg – mass media – kaadlawan ni Juan
Epimetheus – siyensiya – kaadlawan ni Juan
Islamic Development Bank – ekonomiya – kaadlawan ni Juan
Mga modela – ikaayong lawas – kaadlawan ni Juan
Star Wars 7 – literatura – kaadlawan ni Juan
Iglesia sa San Juan – relihiyon – kaadlawan ni Juan
-12/18/2015
(Dumarao)
*Kaadlawan ni Juan
Sep 27, 2019
Sep 27, 2019 at 9:05 PM UTC
“When will men be extinct?” .. BBC News
I will not gnash my teeth nor weep
When we become
An endangered species
(Once most men have 'gone beyond')
We live in
Suffering and slavery
With
Confused psychotic minds
Inhabiting a fallible
Frustrating
Booby-trapped
Network of organic
Body-Time-Bombs
Stuck inside skeletal cages
With illegible end-dates
Some men fear death
I fear long life
(Perpetual life as an ordinary being
In an ordinary body)
If I could live forever
I would not want to be bound
To flesh or feather forever
I should send Steven Spielberg this script?
Sean Hunt
2015 Somewhere in Scotland
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 7:48 AM UTC
My memories become
Motionless in midnight
Adept to freeze frames
Still seconds of past scenes
Linger on auditory loops
Repeat, remix, replay
Motionless my memories
Become in midnight
And at some point
The Spielberg center of my soul
Screams cut
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 12:49 AM UTC
if i were a song
you'd sing me out at the top of your lungs
until your parents were banging on your door
telling you to turn it down.
if i were a centerfold
you'd tear me out
and pin me up on your wall.
if i were a steven spielberg film
you'd flip through the movie channels
and choose me to watch over all the others.
i could be the first thing you order off the menu,
the gel you use to style your hair,
the pen with which you write,
the book that you dog ear and leave notes in.
but i'm not.
so you don't.
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 6:40 PM UTC
It was like his hands tickling her were two children playing in the woods, squealing and full of laughter. All around her body the hands played. Until One reached the breast and the Other the hip. There these two children paused in an instant of Steven Spielberg movie magic. You know, those ones where the characters are stopped in their tracks, jaws wide open, and then the camera pans up and out and your eyes are feasting on something beyond your wildest dreams? And the world is filled with awe and wonder? But a brief moment it was and swiftly the hands lost their innocence and transformed into experienced and passionate lovers. Her then squeals of laughter halted into a gasp that be and rumbling moans of pleasure. And that is what she loved about him...them. These swirling moments of childhood and adult experience. They kept her both young and wise.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 1:03 PM UTC
(20 minute poetry)
Starred
from left to right
you'll see
all manner of pomposity
and the top hat ****
It brings me out in little spots
a bright red rash, but
this won't stop me
having fits.
They say that pomp and circumstance
is an ancient anthem.
I say, never, no and
not a chance.
Waterloo.
I've met them there
men who wouldn't smile
or share
a crust of bread,
men who thought they knew it all,
at Waterloo, I watched them fall into despair,
and I met myself there years ago,
older now
that's why I know
how the story goes.
All men were created equal until
Spielberg made the sequel and
then when the **** hit the fan,
we watch to see
which man comes up smelling of
Frankincense.
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 1:17 PM UTC
It’s monsoon season here in New Haven,
gone, are the banked, fluorescent colors of sunset.
This feeling hit me, like a rogue wave.
“We have to go out tonight,” I announced, to no one in particular.
I think I’d hit my capacity for monotony.
Lisa looked up from her book.
“The moment has to happen,” I continued,
with an animal-like awareness of the immediate,
“For the ****** ****** imaginary
and as something to cherish in backward gaze.”
“I’m for that.” Lisa shrugged, almost indifferently - she was used to my purple prose.
“I’m buying,” I announced, to no one in particular.
“Then let’s DO this thing!” Sunny called-out from her room.
“Where are we going?” Leong asked, poking her head out of her room.
—-
I took an m-cat practice test earlier today.
In the dorm, before breakfast and the test, I was staring in the mirror.
“Hey you, where ya been—how ya been?” I asked myself.
I followed up with, “Are you ready for this—are you up for this?”
Lisa stuck her head in the bathroom, “Psyching yourself up?” she asked.
She’d be taking the test later too.
—-----
The tests took about 6 hours. I’ve taken the downloadable ‘practice tests’ but not strictly on-the-clock. There’s just something about sitting at that official, green terminal - on an uncomfortable plastic chair, being timed by officiously grim and callously indifferent bureaucrats. (#chefskiss)
I felt like the young, haunted governess in ‘The Turn of the ***** by Henry James. Except my ghosts were my entire, immediate family - who’ve taken this test before me and done really well.
My mom’s apparition hovered over my shoulders - making a snarky noise when I picked certain answers.
My spectral brother sat by a window, feet-up on the desk in front of him, boredly checking his watch.
My intangible sister sat at an empty terminal, as if she too, were taking the tests, and finally Step (my stepfather’s doppelgänger) ghosted in, like a Spielberg effect, through the closed classroom door, periodically, to voice his support.
The place seemed positively crowded.
I got a 507 (out of a possible 528), in the 76th percentile (they said). Not good enough (yet).
I’ll take the real test in July (sigh).
Apr 4, 2024
Apr 4, 2024 at 12:00 PM UTC
The next time someone calls you
worthless and says you simply cannot
you throw their insults to the ground
and tell them their lies will not be bought.
See, someone once told Spielberg
that he was worthless too.
A college called him incapable,
yet look what he can do.
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 9:32 PM UTC
The stamp of corporate influence
over all of reality
has become so
vastly encompassing
that now,
I can't even
take pleasure
in nature
without it finding me.
I can't even look
at a waning moon
without seeing that
stupid little man with his
stupid little fishing pole and hearing
that stupid little violin playing
that stupid little theme.
**** you, Spielberg,
I want my ******* moon back.
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 9:48 PM UTC
I'll lie with these rhythmic flourescents hanging
pushing light on whitewashed walls poorly painted
And dully sunned palms outstretched and drooping
And steven spielberg sinks charcoal tainted
I watch everything from the 17th floor
The sky a lackluster pupil of a mare
The magenta air is a chest just before
taking a breath and the city is just a breath taken
And the world slowly just...happens
Like bees building structures for their children a wonderful catastrophe
Like a roll of film falling off a cliff and unwinding itself
Or rather dividing and dividing
Winding itself into new terrifying and **** beautiful things
And making and becoming
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 1:00 AM UTC
A man for seasons
Vivaldi played this tune
Neil Armstrong looked down
As he walked along the moon
Noah was very clever
When he sailed around in his Ark
Spielberg scared us witless
When we saw his man eating shark
Roswell holds a lot of secrets
When aliens crashed under the sun
Cleese and all his pythons
Gave us laughter and tremendous fun
Pinter wrote dark little plays
About homecomings and a dumb waiter
Van Gogh put paint onto his canvas
I guess it's sad what happened later
The Beatles destroyed America
As they rode the musical jackpot
And finally one Adolf ******
Sadly remembered for be a crackpot
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 6:48 PM UTC
Spielberg had his scary jaws
Hitchcock filmed his crows
Lucas serialised Star Wars
As rocky balboa came to blows
Tarrentino pulped his fiction
Oscar Schindler built his ark
hammer house scared us shitlees
pet cemetry had left its mark
Di caprio sailed with his lover
Gone with the wind,was just a sham
Titanic would never ever recover
633 squadron aimed to break a dam.
Eastwood never been unforgiven
et never did return back home
The long short and tall of it
Private Ryan was never alone.
exorcist the omen, scary movies two
hills have eyes,spit on your grave
Elvis Presley's film Hawaii blue
Aliens predators,King Kong on a tower
Papillon catching Hoffmans butterfly
As the triffids begin to flower,
****** and the ****** shower scene
the beauty and the beast
Snow White and Hannibal lector
Joining us for the annual feast
Having breakfast with Tiffany
Dancing on the African queen
Spartacus oh Spartacus with
Tom hanks brilliant mile green
John Wayne died at the Alamo
The film an all round total flop
Eddie Murphy made millions
as Beverly Hills finest cop.
Little shop of horrors
blues brothers darken pair of shades
My personal view is
Toy story was the best film ever made
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 11:47 PM UTC
Yup... I'm THAT GUY...
Who Uses Rhymes...
And Words To... UNITE...
Like Day Does Night... !!!
Cos I'm The LYRICAL KING...
To... Diana's PRINCE... !!!
Yes A... WONDER MAN... !!!
Whose Pen COMMANDS...
Respect That's... GRAND... !!!
When It Comes To Scripts...
And Verse I... Enlist...
To UNITE What I Write...
With...
Things That I've Seen Within My Life....
From Pleasant Vibes To Those NOT SO NICE... !!!
So Now I Find...
Memories From Times...
That Design And UNITE...
My Wordplay With Sights...
From... " Inside My Mind “...
That Are Seamless Features...
That When... VISUALISED...
Are WAY Beyond..........................
Stephen Spielberg's Creatures... !!!!!
Because What I UNITE...
Is CLEAR And Strikes...
Eardrums And Minds...
With... POWERFUL Lines... !!!!!
NOT Coc' But Rhymes...
That UNITE Like Guys...
Who Are Ready To FIGHT... !!!
THINK About THAT Line... !!!
Im'ma... Say It TWICE... !!!
NOT Coc' But Rhymes...
That UNITE Like Guys...
Who Are Ready To FIGHT... !!!!!
Can You... “ VISUALISE “...
What That Must Be Like... ???
I'd Rather UNITE For HIGHER VIBES...
Like Finding OTHER Ways To UNITE That Place...
Where War Is UNITED...
With Getting EXCITED...
Or Is That... BLIGHTED... !?!?!
So Much POINTLESS Fighting... !!!
Instead of... UNITING... ?!?
Like This Verse I'm Now Rhyming....
That IS... TRULY INVITING...
A Level of THOUGHT...
That UNITES ABOVE War... !!!!!
Yeah I Know... I KNOW... !!!!!
Y'all Think That I'm... CRAZY...
To Be Dropping Such Quotes... !!!
But Hey...
Y'all Are Being LAZY... !!!
THINK About It... Yo...
ISN'T It About Time... ???
That We ELEVATE Our Minds
So That We Can UNITE... !?!
ABOVE... Acting Like...
EVERYTHING Is ALRIGHT... ?!?
When A LOT of Things...
Are FAR From..................... FINE... !!!
I Dunno Sometimes... ?
Could We Ever Be Like...
Ya Know... TRULY EXCITED... !!!
About A Cause That Says PAUSE.
And Let's UNITY FLY... !!!
Like Jordan... B-Balling...
I Dunno I'm Just Caught In....
Thoughts That Be Courting...
Building A FORTRESS....
Where Human Beings...
Start Seeing That Deceiving...
ISN’T Something To Believe In... !!!!!
NOR Is Scheming Til' BLEEDINGS....
Leave Families... GRIEVING... !?!
Do You Get What I'm Meaning... ?!?
There HAS To Be...
A BETTER WAY To Live Life... !!!
Than GREED Driven Deeds...
VIOLENCE And... STRIFE... !!!
So Just... ONE LAST Time......
Imm'a Say These Lines...
It's Time To RECOGNISE...
That... “ Human Kind “...
Can Really FLY HIGH...
If We're Just WILLING To TRY....
To.... TRULY....
... " UNITE "...
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 11:02 PM UTC