Friday, December 08, 2017


A cut above, automatic psychic express
Suboriginal Scribbling has been my forte 
Beyond intention, planning and meaning
Rendering visions absent of any thinking
Spontaneous subconscious flowing here.


There are perpetual layers of time unfolding simultaneously
progressing on some levels, yet regressing in many others
cross-currents moving from past to future and vice versa
half way in life we may catch a glimpse of our parallel self
moving in reverse, from old age towards moment of birth
when we cross each other at midpoint this should reveal
the moment of time indicating precisely the middle age
hence distance travelled should equal the leftover stage.


Sunday, December 03, 2017


I was once uprooted from the soil that gave me life
taken to far out places I could not have dreamed of
with roots dangling in the air, I climbed clouds high
dancing, whirling my way in circles all over the sky.
I have arrived to the World Wide Web in easy pace
here is a place where I have assumed a virtual face
long after I have expired I shall exist in cyberspace.


Sunday, November 26, 2017



I speak a privy tongue hardly anybody apprehends
Although most people also speak a personal tongue
Yet this language could be decoded like anything else
An unsuspected tongue which has no intention to grind.

Saturday, November 18, 2017



Digging hard when diving deep
not quite the same while asleep
reaching out for a special dream
more like fishing as it may seem.
The expression of an impression
evoked instantly in a given space
like consciousness in cyberspace
a parallel universe in the reverse.
The opposite points of disposition
interact at the bedrock of internet
the ground on which we will create
a coeval in which we may navigate.


Wisdom is the consequence of awareness
Recognition is where we find the connection
Realization is the assurance of understanding
Which is an imperative aspect of truly believing
Being alert is crucial in having access to thinking.




When I step into the future I can’t be sure
of temporal interval between life and death
as the whole world passes before my eyes 
I shall let go of all my memories since birth.

Saturday, November 04, 2017


I'm a Suboriginal Automatist with psychic edge
Which is like being an astronaut of inner space

Conjuring obscured visions from deep regions
Resurrecting & submitting them to cyberspace.

Wednesday, November 01, 2017


Suboriginal Art comes out of a printer because the initial drawing is scanned and then finishing touches are applied. The image is thus original. My approach to art is not commercially motivated, I have introduced a genre of art which signifies "Primitive-Modern". As long as this two opposites are combined, one doesn't go without the other. The first phase is psychic automatism, a doodle (scribble) is then scanned and finishing touches are applied digitally. This also qualifies as mixed media, a brush is simply a vehicle with which the artist can apply technique, I don't use a particular software like Photoshop but that would be good enough, there are hundreds of softwares available free of charge some are built in your computer program. My idea of art is not based on what so and so might think or say, that's not my concern. Suboriginal Art is a Cyber oriented art, I hold the originals in high resolution, anyone is welcome to print if that's what they want, but what's the point, quality will be amiss unless made into stamps, now that's an idea anyone can do, print out Suboriginal art stamp size. The attitude also is a factor here. Suboriginal art is best viewed in cyberspace, it's an original image in space, which is only materialized when printed... like us in a way.


I  might be departing in belated time
yet that is the outcome, not a crime
what I’ve spawn should outlast me
images of faces within more faces
habitual aspect of automatic slant
indefinately floating in cyberspace
literally revealing my genuine face.

Monday, October 30, 2017



Lucid dreaming alongside daydreaming 
one is facing down, the other facing up
like floating on the surface of the water
turning around from upside to downside.
Flip flop as though a coin spinning in air
one side gets sunlight the other a shade
cycles turn circles, revelations are made
like a dreamer witnessing an awakening
while the inner, the outer are coalescing.


What I have so far witnessed in this life
has driven me to the idiom of the absurd
not only have I learned to laugh at things
but have been compelled to play the fool.
The privileged fool is a fool of indulgence 
the popular fool is a fool through capacity
excess is by no means a proof of potency
the genius is but a lunatic with a tendency.
A wit versed comic exploits a powerful tool
the message is delivered to targets for sure
only fools dare tread muddy tracks of dread
they charge ahead when others are scared.
Jokers are the wild cards in a complete deck
often discarded, dismissed, but what the heck
they’ve the tendency of sticking out their neck
should it break, there will be no getting it back.



Each person may carry an akin presence
subliminally residing inside another mind
emerging without conscious deliberation
intuition is the direct means of revelation
appears in the absence of contemplation.