Tuesday, August 22, 2017


Acting like a spoiled child
with a mocking muddle
Strict denial of ripening
To avoid the silly shame.
As years clumping past
In this agony of waiting
Traces of fading bloom
Found in eyes of gloom.
Sour is the pending case
Persisting as plain truth
Not a path can lead back
To worn garden of youth.

Saturday, August 19, 2017


Old flame
at first asking
ignited sparkle
catching straw
before you know
flames galore
and what's more
a fuming show
burnt out in time
like most flares go.

Friday, August 18, 2017


Oath of discretion
In lusty reckoning
Moment of doubt
Predicting a shift
Polar goes bipolar
Disturbed universe
Beckoning to rise
With tilt of the axis
Wobbled earth flip
Spilling out mayhem
Eruptions provoked
Tremors of petulance
Suggesting departure
Subtle hint of change
It won't sound strange
When it’s within range.


Long story short, in my lucid day dream
I have been through ambiguous streets
Sleepwalking fingers, with pen in hand
Long and narrow, can not see the end
I am reaching out to a long lost friend
Who passed away snuggling my hand
There is a message I wanted to send
It is not too late to say, I understand
In the end we will be together again.



I have witnessed mingled faces in my dreams
Although they remain abstruse, out of my reach
The ingenuity I have attained from insight is such
That I decipher visions which have kept me in touch
With much latent potential rooted in a dormant trance.


When the past, the present and the future
walked into a bar, the situation got intense
they wanted to deny each other’s presence
however there wasn’t room left for pretence 
to no avail, truth was spread upon the table
they had to deal with the facts of the matter
the present held the wasted onus of the past
what the future would lug was recycled dust.

Thursday, August 17, 2017



I have composed the word  "Suboriginal"
to this the dictionaries have no definition 
I hereby use my poetic license, declare it 
self originated definition of a new art form. 

First phase is casual psychic automatism
finishing touches, cutting edge integrated
Primitive - Modern~Raw nature > refined.
This notice serves as; registry & copyright
& warranty & attitude & all linguistic claims.

Sunday, August 13, 2017


To see that which is invisible 

 A matter of creating from nothing

I don't have to believe in what I see

Although they are the creations of me.


Launched into the cross currents of cyberspace
Emerging out of a deeper inner place
Faces upon faces disguised within a face.



Moon waves are crushing on my soul
arousing my senses deep from within 
I've known the full Moon to be moody 
plays with me like a master puppeteer
while ghosts perform a mystical dance 
my passions are awakened all at once
plunging headlong into a deep trance.
Submitting to the Moon is an easy task
If I could only let go and drop this mask 
as I move in with the tide, hear my side
of this story where I was taken for a ride
and ruthlessly driven into the darker side.


Beyond the shadow of the slightest doubt
trace of the moon mirrored in silver spoon
inside a big mouth, under a sharp tongue
hold on to the temptation don't let it hang
hankering might spoil the whole shebang.

Sugar coated tongue has charming entice
sweet nothings down your ear sound nice
in spite of a fiery desire stricken with vice
do not brood even if you end up in demise
trivial pursuits fetch only a skin-deep price.


Voluntary confinement is a valiant quest
Besides this established pecking digest
A space where nothing can entirely rest
In total absence presides the holy guest
Lacking in presence, asserting the best
Vacuous as it provides the ultimate test.

Voluntary exile from an established way
Is a blessing in disguise a seeker may say
Freedom is having a choice you can take
Not brash imposition for someone's sake
But humility, reverence in deep gratitude
May embrace solitude with such attitude.


Sunday, August 06, 2017


My scribbles are the closest evidence of me
I'm willing to be myself in full transparency
Mistaken identity is simply a case of irony
Slander will follow and before you know
You become what's indicated in theory
A shrinking atlas, shedding past glory
Readily available in full vulnerability
You got to live with it, end of story.

Thursday, August 03, 2017


The purpose of my work is to stimulate
provoke the imagination of the perceiver.
First phase is casual psychic automatism
finishing touches, integrated cutting edge.