Wednesday, April 18, 2018

The Big Dare - Abstract Digital Painting

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Who Am I? Surreal Short Film & Poetry



 
To go with the above film I thought I'd share this simple, small and surreal poem.


 Denture Glue

Handkerchief in his top pocket
Digging deep into his whirling mind
Spewing the thoughts of the joker
The back of the bus advertised denture glue

Your shopping will be delivered by 5pm she said
Re-apply for your job with a new title
Going to the black and white city
Dust and grime fill the lift to level 5

The new taste has arrived


Author: Sam Freek

Thursday, April 12, 2018

The Old Cinema - Urban Photography


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The Old Cinema - Urban Photography by Sam Freek

Author: Sam Freek

The Grey Blue - Abstract Urban Photography


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The Grey Blue - Abstract Urban Photography by Sam Freek

Author: Sam Freek

3 Trucks - Urban Photography


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3 Trucks - Urban Photography by Sam Freek

Author: Sam Freek

A Pleasant Way To Burn Money - Abstract Digital Portrait

The Weather Got Him Down - Abstract Portrait

Wednesday, April 11, 2018

One Too Many - Abstract Digital Painting

Smith & Johns - Urban Photography

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Smith & Johns - Urban Photography by Sam Freek


Author: Sam Freek

Window Shopping - Urban Photography


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Window Shopping - Urban Photography by Sam Freek

Author: Sam Freek

Pink Horizons - Surreal Poetry

Pink Horizons

Do you remember the radio with the strange chime
My guitar only had one string
Failed exposure has the right of way in this town
Too beautiful for the ice cream van to stop
Take them tablets for the space control
I could see straight through your orange tan
Got a bit of a break out fever in this city
You wore a pan as a helmet as you drank coffee
No regrets, no regrets
Pretend to visit but its a secret selfish act
This is the wheel of fortune as seen in your dreams
Tedious notes are being played around the left bend
Awaiting your sealed entrance of the undamaged
Nothing exposed is listening to you
Awash with the colour of the elderly neighbour
Pink horizons have the cloth eared panic attack
There is nothing I will not try, I tell a lie I will not try on a size 8
Fleeting glimpses of the sober judge who ransacked the off license
Please do not listen if you cant take a joke or you will flounder
I see you like your phishing emails sent in hi ho silver
The mocking bird has selected its own Chinese whispers


by Sam Freek

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Author: Sam Freek

Horse Headed Wasps - Surreal Poetry

 Horse Headed Wasps

I have no idea who that is as I bang my own drum,
Early morning sunlight falls onto my collection of horse headed wasps,
Whilst bubbles rise up from the Chinese supermarket in the fridge,
I then look into last weeks moments and I am a beautiful day 

by Sam Freek

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Author: Sam Freek

Tuesday, April 03, 2018

Between Right and Wrong is a Fluffy Mouldy Doughnut - Surreal Poetry

 Between Right and Wrong is a Fluffy Mouldy Doughnut

I am more at war with myself at night
Where are you Mr Fat Conroller
I am not a building there is no danger

The man with a flea in his pocket didn't reach his targets
Pushing pixels into the lumpy pudding
I tilt my head back and my mouth falls open

Bagged an extra life as I found the harp
Mission control tried to destroy us as we weren't ready
The bone shaker played a fast drum beat

Your organs get you a wage rise
Struck oil but it turned out to be a bag of bad jokes
Disorder in my shaky legs and wobbling head

I trot off to town like a superhighway
Wearing wet t-shirts with porn stars on
The squirrel rode his bike into my safe space

They all turned on each other and made a flan
You gave up working again
Pulled all the fun out of life just to save a pickled egg

You looked in a bad way yesterday ding dong
Lost sympathy which froze your hands shut
Counting down to become a public figure

Between right and wrong is a fluffy mouldy doughnut


by Sam Freek

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Author: Sam Freek

Derek - Abstract Digital Painting