SPOKEN WORD PERFORMANCE

VENSAN ( Vincent - Vincy ) KAMBERK

When I came to this life
nobody told me to breathe
I just took a breath
all on my own
or... did the breathe take me?.

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OPEN WOUND

AN OPEN WOUND

While humanity grows more and more intelligent

there seems to be more trouble, less happiness

should we indulge into a comprehensive inquiry

we shall discover that in the absence of wisdom

cleverness will bring about a vanity of arrogance

such is the root cause of the misuse of capacity

the negligence of this essential holistic sanctity.

The ego, where all desires and cravings are seated

enslaves the native to the yearning lust of the flesh

thus the reign of calamity and confusion supersedes

the wise have the potential to salvage out of the mire

as are capable to rescue others from troubled waters.

Glory goes to the master of simplicity, modesty and truth

who can bring the entire being to such integral wholeness

the pure nature of the self is the same as of the universe

you will become a better person if you digest this verse

Intelligence is an open wound, wisdom cures the adverse.

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PLAIN TRUTH

THE PLAIN TRUTH

It does not have to be a secret to spread

besides with whom do you care to share

those that can handle, who would dare

to sincerely give a darn, really do care.

If all at once the entire truth is spilled

what would happen then and there

upheaval and turmoil, people killed

which might not be possible to evade.

When truth does not have a place to hide

It gets very edgy if nobody is to abide

angst rises over the most reliable side

which makes the journey a perilous ride.

Truth is not much different than a bubble of air

when suppressed, you may not know where

one might assume, it is neither here nor there

but eventually it will brake free and surface.

This may make some cause for grievance

hence most folks are cursory in essence

but if one can climb over the pseudo fence

there will be truth, not nonsense or pretense.

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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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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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SUBAUTOM

Where the spontaneous and the conceptual interact

Suboriginal Automatism
Hands move without conscious direction

as eyes analyze  and scrutinize the action.




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SUBORIGIN

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The Coalescing of the Inner and the Outer 

Suboriginal  Art

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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.

At the edge between abstraction and psychic expression
the surface becomes a place for conjuring images.

Hands move without conscious direction
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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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 presence

despise 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.

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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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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