Sunday, March 02, 2014


Much was given as a token
then again fun was taken
from other point of view
once the giving was over
the sucker took the hook
seems he wanted to cook
enticement was all it took
look, it is in the thick book
it says, by hook or by crook.



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 was rescued in the nick of the bell
don't you have anything better to sell?.


Home is a nest at best
when wherever you are
becomes the only place
you can make anywhere
as best a nest as the last
the rest will fall into place
less you run out of space.

Saturday, March 01, 2014


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.
Bones spinning in the air, as they fall
right on the table for a gambler's call
murmurs are heard when snake eyes roll.

Thursday, February 27, 2014



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.


Dare I ask 
a sleeping self 
who and what 
to dream about?. 
Dare I dream
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

I have
my earthly
for the gift
of the sight
of their charred
Layers and layers
of memory traces
in my faces,
my visions
are squandered..
washed against
remote corners
of the mind
the faintest ideas
gather and season
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
I can share
dream ware.

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


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.


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.

Wednesday, February 26, 2014


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.


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.

Monday, February 24, 2014


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?.