SUBORIGINAL MANIFESTO

I have composed the word SUBORIGINAL 

to which the dictionaries have no definition, 

I hereby use my poetic license to declare it 

the  definition of my art form.

The root cause, pure psychic automatism

the finishing touches involve scrupulous

cutting edge innovative digital techniques.

The purpose of my work is to stimulate

provoke the imagination of the perceiver.

I do not necessarily copyright my work 

apart from the virtue of the authenticity.

This notice serves as registry, copyright,

attitude and all linguistic claims.

Vensan Vincy (Vincent) Kamberk - 2000 AD .

Primitive ------- Modern

 Perception of the Invisible

 Shamanic Implications

 The Coalescing of The Inner & The Outer

Live Art Action

Followed by Auction

Spoken Word Attraction

at

 Ground Zero

SUBORIGINAL

SUBORIGINAL  ART  

A scribble enables the germ of an idea 
to attain expression.  

From this mass of abstract shapes, 

a selected embryo may be developed.

A profound depth of memory is drawn upon

the springs of instinct tapped.

This is a process of opening the mind 

putting it upon the scent of new thoughts.

Out of this mass of objects 

the mind will be furnished 
with an abundance of subjects.

DOODL'ART

Conjured, cured and carefully pulled

my doodles have been thus secured

scores of my minds numerous faces

my icons have been to far out places.

Like some message in a bottle floating

in the ocean many doodles are sailing

same as in cyber space, face after face

all over the globe, I scribbled my case.

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DEEP DREAM

I saw the reflection of my thoughts
in the mirror of my streaming words
as I reached out for the black pearl
at the mouth of the big bad oyster.

It fell out, sinking down deep,
I dived head first, my ears ringing
eyes searching for a color long lost
pitch black depth, home to the ghost.

I locked on it blindly, firmly clinging
my instincts converged, arms stretched
towards the hidden shadow of dread
in between the living and the dead.

With a reflex move I grabbed the pearl
instantly it snatched me back so tight
dragged me to a nest out of sight
there was no light yet it was so bright.

I’ve dreamt up this story, came to tell it all
holding on to the black pearl, standing tall
a supernal glitter is glowing within my palm
the dream is over, now I must remain calm.

ERRATIC

I have witnessed mood swings 

from heaven to hell and back

ecstasy turned into a wreck

over and over, what the heck
temper is a mental condition 

depends how far you can go.

Rage will damage it's container 

before it has a chance to engage

if you could harness a feeling 

quench your thirst, no outburst
take charge of your emotions
their abundance, the energy

can even charge a battery.

The means of transforming 

such a powerful mood swing 

into a useful, positive thing

the source is the resource.

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HAPPENING

A point of view is a serious liability
whilst approaching the thereafter
an open mind has a flexible stance
cautiously willing to take a chance.

The inner and the outer coalescing
a continuous process is happening
a butterfly should be in the making
ecstatic dance, a matter of balance.

As an objective view must consider
quantum choices rapidly changing
there is no point in contemplating
as a first hand exploit is occurring.

RAW DEAL

A moment of repose hangs in between fleeting visions
an interval between two phases, the breath of fresh air
initial hesitation resumed by the eagerness to proceed
the cluttered passage has now been amply smothered
the slate of memory has been wiped clean of old habit
this is all an illusion anyways, we should take it apart
why not make the best of this dream by turning it real
we are here now, gone tomorrow, what's the big deal?.

TRUE NEW WORLD ORDER

As the shifting of the poles, the grand alignment proceeds

We are thus projecting a wish, a resolution, an affirmation

The prophecies from numerous sources pointing at present

When we are about to transform into the more than human

Our metamorphosis is at hand, either a butterfly or just fry.

We are asking the heavens to bestow transparency on Earth

May truth on all levels be revealed crystal clear as irrefutable

Channels of telepathy are opening up, an extra sensory alert

When we read each other’s minds, no small talk necessitates

We can handle this, no secrets, no lies, clear and transparent.

Such is our best wishes for mankind, clarity and sensibility

Either we learn to live with each other or doom and gloom

So far it has been the game of the big fish eating the small

Nature’s ways will soon change, the big nurturing the little

We could realize a just and true place in the here and now.

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