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.

Tuesday, August 01, 2017


Primitive - Modern ~ The future need not imitate the past
Consumer oriented entertainment exerts our generation
As we automatically imitate what has been the given
Which is the same approach over and over again
Renaissance can happen when we move away
From the established norm, freely create
Rather then serve from a vested box
Show business staged with hoax
Has had its day, what’s next?.


I ask the winds 
to take my words 
to places yet unknown 
through tracks of dust 
memories of passage. 
Places in the here and now 
the past, the future and all 
from the ink stains 
and annals of creation 
to the micro chips 
galaxies of regeneration. 
I have arrived here 
with cautious discretion. 
I shall be meeting 
a dark stranger soon 
a mysterious hero 
the silent avenger
an angel in disguise.
I must again and again
without strain
abstain from pain 
then again…
there's no such temptation 
of going insane. 
Given half the chance 
to dance 
to the rhythm of my tune 
I heard the deejay pull the plug 
and play a song for me. 
Let me submerge into a chord 
emerge from a deep sleep 
beyond which the eyes can see 
despite the prevailing mist 
the long stretch across the frets 
where the going is rough 
will soon be smoothened over 
by the solidity of my resolve 
I assure the World of this 
and implore the winds to grant me 
this unprecedented opportunity 
of transposing wholeness 
where it can instantly make a dent 
way within 
through the thick and thin 
of my lucid dreams.



No shortage of shape shifters in this plain, on this planet 
I’m one of them but only in my dreams I can demonstrate
What may appear to the naked eye as strange, takes place
With closed eyelids I have seen things you wouldn’t believe
In my mind lies the potential of becoming whatever I deem.


Those drawings reflect my innermost aspects, 
not that I understand them 
but this is the best clue I have
 of my true identity. 
Sharing them, offering them to cyberspace 
is in a way my message, 
the internet is a perfect vehicle for sharing 
with everyone in this World
who knows who else is able to see what's here.


Automatism is a means to explore my latent aspects
Which has been a source of scrutinizing the obscure
For over half a century I have been doodling scribbles
This has become an ongoing habit without an intention 
What I've done inadvertently is thus finding a purpose.

Saturday, July 29, 2017


As I step into the future I can’t be so sure
of temporal interval between life and death
as the whole World passes before my eyes 
keep wondering if truth has been in disguise.


Friday, July 28, 2017


At the edge of the fringe, in an obscured place
ghosts of strangers emerge from forsaken space
facing furtive faces with bleak expressions in case
their quaint sustenance should enter another phase.