Surrealist Writing Technique – Veristic Surrealism

I was looking up types of surrealism and came across one of the two more widely known versions called “Veristic Surrealism.” Veristic surrealism,

” brings the viewer face to face with the fantasy world of the painter or writer, and the artist tries not to filter the scene through his or her conscious mind. This means that the viewer is truly seeing into the dreams of the artist, and can interpret the work as he or she wishes.”

Basically put, an artist using a Veristic surrealist style depicts an unfiltered fantasy to the viewer so that the viewer can interpret the work in his or her own individual way.

So here’s my attempt at Veristic style surrealism

When I spit, I spit paint.
my words flow, and into minds I taint

envisioned with vivid murals.

It censorship, they way they seal my lips

the way my hands are gripped
I endure whips and hardships

they forget my kingship

my kinship to nobility, my heirship to the throne

only when I moan, they see my thoughts

it’s only when I groan, and cough up inkblots

cuz they associate me to crackpots and gunshots

them hotshot robots playing slots in their fancy yachts

Conformity, uniformity it’s the automaton of society.

Can’t life just lie to me, instead of flying past me?

My hands dance on its fingertips, and on them I scrawl

as if they marked the walls of Jericho, causing its benevolent fall

they only stall the inevitable.
my loyal subjects will carry on my work preaching with voices of  extreme decibels

I’l deafen the masses, until this facist society crashes

cuz they stole my crown and left me with gashes
those asses just want to cremate the king and dash my ashes

but there isn’t just one of me,

cuz as one of us falls, immediately emerges three

knights will take up my crown and become the next generation of kings

when we bomb the twin towers our acts are labeled as terrorizing

society, and all of it’s predetermined things

if we throwup they automatically toss us into the bin

our words are our sins,  so we wage a war we can never win

So if the pen is mightier than the swords, is the marker stronger than the gun?
the war has begun so I must take preemptive action

I’ll mark my place and erase your face from the human race by defacing it with this marker as my weapon
and of course you’ll retort with your cohorts shooting us up with guns of all sorts

but what you cant take from us is this distort reality

I will always have this mentality

built firmly upon this substantiality

because I spit paint and ink flows from my fingertips

you view my truths as cryptic

but in reality

your just sadistic.