CRAP

Check out the super crupper

with the corner of a fishy eye

loading the rounds into a pie

placed in the groove of a fluke

shaking them up high and sly

a blistering blizzard in the sky.

Sssaasshhhaasssssssshhhshaaaaa..

Bones spinning in the air, as they fall

right on the table for a gambler's call

murmurs are heard when snake eyes roll.

SUBORIGINAL TALK

SUBORIGIN OF MY ART

Subconscious images conjured online

the mainspring is psychic automatism

scanned, scrutinized, expanded with

cutting edge digital finishing touches.

The purpose of my work is to inspire
subtly provoke the onlooker's vision.

LUCID DREAMER

Dare I ask 
a sleeping self 
who and what 
to dream about?. 
Dare I dream
wondering
all along
why whoever
is in there
won't stop
touching me
rubbing me
against myself
to suit them
submit to them
to serve them
belong to them.
Why whoever
is in there
won't let me
be!.

I have
sacrificed
my earthly
possessions
for the gift
of the sight
of their charred
aftermath.
Layers and layers
of memory traces
in my faces,
my visions
are squandered..
washed against
remote corners
of the mind
where
the faintest ideas
gather and season
longing
to be set free
from the grasp
of reason.

Dare I ask
this lucid dreamer
If he can spare
the will to change?

With this poem
I move
into a space
where
I can share
dream ware.

With a gesture
I move
into a pasture
where
I can dig deep
for a silent sleep.

CYBERG ICEBERG

Steep climb gone out on a limb
depends where you're stepping 
slippery slope's up sliding hope
hanging heavy is at the very top 
bring along a custom made rope
an awkward trip off iceberg's tip 
it's high time to go back to sleep.

TUG OF WAR

One leg in the past
another in the future
centred at present
pushed way ahead
also holding back
being torn apart
unable to depart
no legs in spare
to take me away
from this grave.

FLAMISH FISH DISH

Flamish Rotten Fish Dish
A flaming message through a cyber passage

Inarticulate words are wasted on this matter
It could be for the worse, if not for the better 
what we have here is simply a stark reminder
that we shall be going way under, no wonder
we have taken it all, now it's time to flounder
just because of outrageous historical plunder
we placed ourselves in a superfluous blunder.

QUEST FOR TRUTH

People remember the past, not so precise but rather altered
viewed from their perspective, rather than the actual reality
wouldn't it be interesting to find out how the scene changes
when we are aware at what was what in life's many junctures
we might act differently, accordingly effecting the outcome.

In our quest for the truth we run across quantum realities
we're partially responsible, relatively aware, rather capable
however there are facts and factors beyond our perception
we only see the tip of the iceberg, the rest is an assumption
we're constantly misinformed, persuaded, we're vulnerable.

The pursuit of truth is the innermost desire of a clear mind
but more appealing is the fulfillment of solving an enigma
the acceptance of an assumed reality establishes a duality
of what is actually as a matter of fact versus some doctrine
believing in contrived religion as though it could be divine.

PROVOCATEUR

I just washed down some small talk

with a gobble of watered down slurs

they were crowding my big mouth

by way of sticky tongue turned forked 

idiotic idioms got stuck in my teeth

I have been uttering indiscriminately 

rude remarks wrapped in callous words

chewing bit by bit each bite with spite

sort of a mouth to mouth tongue delight

since I have nothing else left to hide

will you be willing to come for a ride?.

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