Thursday, March 19, 2015


The answer came initially out of the blue
did not ask the question, not even to you.
It surfaced from the void, totally by chance
I had to trace it back to a concocted stance.

A dream in which we are dancing in trance 

euphoric in a sense, as delusions enhance.

The crop circle manifest, a sign clearly seen
has been from the beginning the force within.

The guiding light that discerns red from green

which is simply the place where I have been. 

To be of this World, yet of the universe within
could hardly believe in what I have not seen.


The depth of your being
encompasses hidden forces
with the potential of expanding

the traits which are on the surface.

What was suppressed can now be provoked

latent powers emerge when they are evoked

those dormant energies can easily be tapped

once they are detected and carefully snapped.

On one hand there are many benefits to contend

such an intricate process should inevitably depend

on an attitude, purpose of what a person might intend

whether to dominate, exterminate or revive and attain.


Monday, March 16, 2015


It's the easiest thing to say
'this here is the right way',
but when it is time to play
with your neck on the line
much is being left undone.
Integrity should demand
that you take command
but first make a stand
once you understand
the underlying trend.
If you encounter wrath
while you are on the path
hold on to your breath,
face awful disgrace
with amazing grace.
If you have to engage
get rid of your rage.
The catch at this stage
is to unlock the cage
as you turn the page.



From a particular point of view
I'm madly in love with my maker
who also happens to be my taker.
I shall inevitably be united with
my eternal beloved, the quietus.
Such comforting certitude awaiting
patiently, at the other side of the pane
my passing will be a most assuring token.
May this poem turn out as a genuine omen
such heartfelt promise is surely in the coming.