Sunday, December 01, 2013


Like a black hole at the heart of an atom
your paradise is a slippery slope to hell
I can tell because I more than once fell
but survived the holy part of the tale.


It does not have to be a secret to spread
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
when your life is all there is left to spare
without the passion to prolong this affair
seems unfair to cross from here to there
with the languish of paying a woeful fare.

Friday, November 29, 2013


Alarming wake up call  
promptly intercepted
sophisticated methods 
used by spying oglers
removing the message 
like a thread from butter
blinders briskly fluttered
orders rapidly released 
to locate loose roosters
with distinguished beaks.

Fractured are relations 
in draconian quarters
rare oligarchic vestiges 
are facing extinction 
gingerly inflicted pain
will be applied again 
sabers rattling in vain
tyrants stand to gain
nerves are sharpened
despots seek to attain
a cutting edge terrain.


Wednesday, November 27, 2013


The Challenge of the Spirit
While humanity grows more and more intelligent
there seems to be more distress, less happiness
when we indulge in a thorough extensive inquiry
we distinctly realize that in the absence of wisdom
cleverness will strengthen the arrogance of vanity
such be the outcome of blatant misuse of capacity.
All desires, cravings and means of self indulgence
enslaves the native to the yearning lust of the body

accordingly the adversity of corruption supersedes.
Glory goes to the master of honesty and integrity
who can bring the whole self into righteous unity.


A scribble enables the germ of an idea to attain expression 
such is the language of unintentional automatic drawings 
later touched with cutting edge, digital suboriginal scrutiny
from a mass of abstract shapes, a selected embryo is developed
as genetic memories surface, the springs of instinct are tapped
opening the mind and putting it upon the scent of new thoughts
out of which, the artist is furnished with an abundance of subjects.

Tuesday, November 26, 2013


Traces of verse were spread in between the lines
the poet and entourage had less than nothing to say
not a single drop of rhythm was spilled over this poem
tempo was assumed after the dormant note was aroused.

The witnesses to this discourse were few in between
some were stricken with awe, others took it for granted
there were several who were so inspired, they even ranted
when finally the mainstream were alerted, everyone chanted.

Monday, November 25, 2013


A moment of repose amongst fleeting visions
a breath of fresh air, a lucid perception of reality
in a smothering of passage all obstacles are lifted
the mind is cleared of clutters, not a puzzle remains
in a vision so clear, a deep understandings surfaces
like an air bubble in the deep waters, as it emerges.


Ripples of streaming verse flowing before my eyes
swaying between lucid dreaming and day dreaming
while swinging in a mysterious daze, back and forth
throwing a quick gaze at things ordinarily unnoticed
here now, gone later, be back again, a touch of a push
get ready to fly for this is what you shall need to get by
high in the sky there is lots of space but what's the rush?.