Original works of Vensan (Vincent) Kamberk, Artist - Poet - Seer - Sharer.
Saturday, April 13, 2013
HAICOLA
Haicola
Both legs out of function |
She loves to bake a cake
Her bed is like an oven.
Bulbs for boobs switch on
pair of balls ready to roll
Just about to score a goal.
Brushed off with arm swing
Delight stuck in the throat
Tail squeezed between legs.
The dark bark of a rotten tree
Soft landing feathers sanctuary
A prime spot for fermentation.
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VERDICT
Verdict
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They were easing the tensions
by oozing out the inflicted pain
a strike with one hand subdued
by the gentle stroke of another.
There is humanity in this cruelty
yet humanity is deemed guilty
of harboring so much depravity.
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Friday, April 12, 2013
CRAB GRAB
Crab grab
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By the looks of it
the indigenous crabs
demand satisfaction
prier to destruction.
When the tide is in
and the time is high
crustaceans gather
for their favored ride.
Worm hole opened wide
eggs hatched side by side
deep inside the sand slide
with nowhere else to hide.
Birds above will take a dive
to have their delicious bite
only those out of sight
will be able to save their hide.
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KING OF HEARTS
King of Hearts
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Open and transparent
rendered defenseless
trustingly vulnerable
integrity apparent.
Had to sit on nails
lick wounds in silence
forced indifference
in nonchalant eyes
making invisible tears
hard to trace.
Walking a tightrope
with just the hope
of dealing truth
out of a deck
stuffed with jokers
and wild cards.
As long as
the king of hearts
is somewhere in there
don't matter where
as the shuffling is over
just lay back
cut the deck
what the heck
you may still
get a break.
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The Suboriginal Cycle
Primordial - Primitive - Modern - Post Modern - Visionary.
We are the primitives of future times
Unconscious - Subconscious - Conscious - Alert - Visionary
Lucid Dreaming - Day Dreaming - Deep Dreaming - Awake
once the cycle is completed this entire image is conjured.
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Thursday, April 11, 2013
PRIMODERN
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PRIMITIVE - MODERN
We skin dive through our dreams
into the ocean of the mind
where primordial elements are prevalent.
here, our genetic memory is at our fingertips
our eyes are open
they guide the hands
there is no premeditation
not a single stroke is foreseen.
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MYSTIQUE
PARTICIPATION - MYSTIQUE
The depth of our being encompasses
hidden forces
with the potential of increasing those
on the surface
a means of capturing them
in order to submit them if necessary
to the control of our reason.
hidden forces
with the potential of increasing those
on the surface
a means of capturing them
in order to submit them if necessary
to the control of our reason.
At the edge between abstraction and psychic expression
the surface becomes a place for conjuring images.
the surface becomes a place for conjuring images.
Hands move without conscious direction
over a blank sheet of paper
as spontaneous imagery emerges.
over a blank sheet of paper
as spontaneous imagery emerges.
WISHIWASH
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WISHIWASHING
When the dark clouds move in
the Moon, the Sun, go to hiding
into a deep sleep, now abiding
a delicate process is unfolding..
I have watched skies bleed
from arrows aimed at dreams
impacting a lightning strike
flash tearing the flesh apart
scattered clouds in a rush
hovering like dark angels
emerging from tearful sky.
I wish to wash away those memories
I want to forget some things I have seen
I want to whitewash the stains of vanity
at times such an idiot I have been
for the sake of my threatened sanity.
Those thoughts that mock me way within
causing resentments I don't want or need
wonderful dreams sabotaged by plain envy
waking up to realize that you can't embrace
whoever, whatever, whenever you might face,
The act of sharing can only blossom
with the intention of giving
the fun of life is in the here and now
when working as we are playing
let us let our dreams shine
reach out to touch the divine
what we have here is just fine
although it is neither yours nor mine.
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although it is neither yours nor mine.
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PUSH & PULL
P U S H and P U L L
Raising an eyebrow then and there
in response to the stiff upper lip
ignoring such determined presencedespise the unreasonable prejudice
to grudgingly oblige the naive subject
reconsider values, making adjustments
as the story goes on, something gives in
the stakes are lowered, the cause altered
brains are rewashed, habits are scrubbed
a new person reborn, with mind wide open
I believe this to be the marvel we are hoping.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
FUR
Fur Beneath the Skin
Layers and layers of memory traces
peeled like skin, removed from flesh
sliding slick, not a drop of blood spilled
as fresh as a close shave on a rough face.
I was preparing the sharing of my thoughts
they were meant to come but never arrived
expecting any time, with the icing beyond
there was once a sign that this was divine
which I had always considered like mine.
Fur has crawled from underneath the skin
there will be no hiding of recollections here
no untraceable memories, only those akin
they are transparent, you get what you see
in intricate details, which were once within.
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Monday, April 08, 2013
TOUCH & GO
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- Touch and Go -
All I have is just a thread
separating me from here and there
I am holding on to the very end
to the space between birth and death.
Before I let go let me make a go
" One more kiss if you please! ".
I have reached out at standing words
rescued them before they got stranded
I am now all ears at this second calling
a dusty bottle rolling empty on the floor
will serve as a last drop of sustenance
reserved for such a distinct occasion.
Should I disturb this rioting silence
my insertion is out of the very need
to command a demanding attention.
My intervention as a last ditch effort
to loosen up this gathering tension
take it easy, and pray pay no attention.
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Sunday, April 07, 2013
CATCH MY DRIFT
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If you catch my drift
I was drifting in my dream, the current took me
I did not resist the flow, a matter of wait and see
when it comes to the crunch, I'll need the energy
to snap out of a situation that don't render free.
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I was drifting in my dream, the current took me
I did not resist the flow, a matter of wait and see
when it comes to the crunch, I'll need the energy
to snap out of a situation that don't render free.
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