Sunday, September 24, 2017


We arrive to this life in a human body
straightaway we are given an identity
inbred in our mind is genetic memory
as we strive toward a need to be free
from the influences that cause duality.

Stretch like acrobats on the line of polarity
balance opposite forces to maintain sanity
swaying influences, provoking tendencies
a source of temptation, sensational vanity
the beginning set up for a planned finality.

Together we have to find the basis of trust
the core essence of this stems from a past
In the journey of survival it helps to be wise
this don't mean one shouldn’t compromise
for an undetermined future full of surprise.



A mighty hurricane force out of the ordinary ordained
As populations are being grazed with peril from the sky
'But why?' is the question with the answer buried inside
It's getting apparent but not so transparent as we qualify
As deserving recipients of swirling vanguard from up high.


The taxi driver stopped the taxi
jumped out, slammed the door
raving and yelling at the empty streets
complaining to the Goddess of the road
how he suspected this rat of a rider
of scattering unspoken tyranny.
The morning of the same night
all the creatures that shared 
freshly acquired deformities
gathered in the market place
they were honourable, dignified
determined to make a living
as they offered all sorts of flesh
freshly plucked from their bodies.
This was during the depression years
meat was scarce and flesh was hot
certain customers were panic stricken
at the sight of such generous offerings
some attempted to dip their bread 
into the sauce of the exposed scab
the feast was brief, the casualties low
no children were present 
apart from me and my sixteen brothers.
The taxi driver stopped the taxi
jumped out begging and whining
appealing to the Goddess of the road
to bestow some goodness to his load.

When hands move without conscious direction
fingers holding a pen, scribbling on a paper surface
while the mind is occupied listening to the mass news
such is automatism at best, the source of this verse.


Tuesday, September 19, 2017


Suboriginal Scribbles I doodle floating in Cyberspace
No strings attached, they don't carry identity tags
Free from ownership and possession they wend
While constantly changing, they will appear
According to the observer's perception.



What I’ve witnessed in this journey of life
has driven me to the idiom of the absurd
not only have I learned to laugh at things
but have a tendency to make others laugh.
The privileged fool is a fool of indulgence 
the popular fool is a fool through capacity
excess is by no means proof of capability
greed, no indication of expansionist policy.
Honey coated vanity is the brand of insanity
which serves to disseminate this life's irony
consumerism is a highly applauded robbery
I’ll cherish humility as evidence of humanity.



I would like to approach the unknown with a clean slate
Whatever will be will be, although I much rather project
Affirmation is up to me, valor is the sharpest tool I have 
Surrendering to destiny may not be a cool way to eject.
Prying into an outcome can hardly be an outgoing affair
Concern bordering on regard is an attitude I can’t reject
There’s always hope there even as dark clouds interfere
A chartless journey moves towards what one can relate
Position yourself accordingly, light as a feather, be free.

Saturday, September 09, 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.


Let me lay it out clear for you
there is such a thing as spelling
good or bad there can be no telling
unless you're looking for some meaning.
The wrong spelling of the meaningful word
reminds me of clumsy spilling of vintage wine
hence, I have put a powerful spell on my spelling
bewildering nuance, saturated with hidden meaning.

Wednesday, September 06, 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, September 05, 2017


It does not have to be a secret to spare
besides with whom do you care to share
who can cope with it, who wouldn't dare
to really give a darn, most certainly care
about the truth regarding why and where
we're sharing this moment now and here?.

Sunday, September 03, 2017


As you take a dive from the lucid into the deep
keep on going until you emerge from your sleep
at the edge of awakening, hold on to your dream
you’ll reap the rewards of being alert when asleep.


Consciousness without an ego and body 
Maintaining precise memory of previous life
To be totally free and aware in being wherever 
It’s time to say, ' let there be light ' at this stage
To be the creator of one’s own Word isn’t strange.

Friday, September 01, 2017


When I dive deep, I run out of breath
Suppose I don't intend to return back
I might go all the way to the very end
If I should surface from the other side
You'll know my intention is not to hide.