Sunday, March 29, 2015


If you really care, evade the despair
rise from the depth, breathe fresh air
the burden you bare is not even there
spare the angst, you are not being fair
could always espouse a fabulous affair.

Saturday, March 28, 2015


What I have so far witnessed in this life
has driven me to the idiom of the absurd
not only have I learned to laugh at things
but have been compelled to play the fool. 

The privileged fool is a fool of indulgence 
the popular fool is a fool through capacity
excess is by no means a proof of potency
such verse may disseminate satirical irony.

A wit versed comic should be a powerful tool
a message can be delivered to target for sure
only a joker dare tread in dungeons of dread
but might lose head, while others are scared.

Jokers are the wild cards in a complete deck
Often discarded, dismissed but what the heck
I have been often inclined to stick out my neck
After I have expired, my ghost might come back.


Monday, March 23, 2015


I have been doodling since I was able to hold a pen
Scribbling on school books was an automatic habit
Totally unintentional, I didn’t know what I was doing

My hands do their thing while my mind is elsewhere

Only after doodling many years I started wondering

If the significance of an hidden aspect is appearing.
I am always scribbling, half conscious, half sleeping
Am I sketching what my subconscious is revealing?.

Faces within faces appear, strangely familiar images

There is no telling if my genetic memory is engaging 

I scrutinize them consciously now, once they appear

Scan them into digital format, dissecting meticulously

Suboriginal is the term I have bestowed upon my art

When I am finished I release them loose to the www 

They are constantly changing while I am expounding

Even afterwards they will go on changing according 

The state of the mind of who may be perceiving them.

I am not merely the executor of my art, I live my work!.