RECLUSE

Voluntary confinement is a valiant quest

Outside of the established pecking digest

A space where nothing could entirely rest

In such absence presides the holy guest

Lacking in presence, but as real as can be

Empty, though there may be myriad to see.

Existing exiled from the established way

Is a blessing in disguise, in a funny way

Freedom can always be a choice to take

Not just imposition for some other’s sake

But humility, reverence and deep solitude

Can embrace absence with such attitude.

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HANDLE WITH CARE

Ardor is subtle when enticed eagerly
with purity and clarity, full heartedly
alongside passion comes vulnerability
should it crumble, there will be no pity.
Romance in bloom, such is pure delight
must cherish beloved, hold on to it tight
faith is liable, can be challenged by fate
fragile and delicate, should treat it right.

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MACRO-MICRO

The further we go out in the universe
The deeper we see inside a particle
When horizons curve into each other
The meeting point of counter cycles
Is where we may find the true answer.

AGE OF SHARING

The established order has favoured the lusty

the prey could resist and the shark will insist

survival of the fittest is the accustomed way

the bigger fish will swallow the smaller ones.

We are the threshold of a universal change

anyone can casually interface in cyberspace

at this time and space this is not so strange

the world wide web is at everybody’s range.

This age of sharing is the outcome of caring

this might take daring, should we be willing

there may be eminent change in the making

a renaissance in the near future is emerging.

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NEXUS PLEXUS

The universe is contracting and expanding simultaneously
Erratically, a push here, a pull there, occur inadvertently
While we regress implicitly trying to to avoid confusion
The illusion of the illusion of the illusion of an illusion
Tending as we might, to the solidity of our resolve
The quantum equation, the riddle to be solved
Hence, the whole plexus might be involved.

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METAMORPHOSIS

The grotesque visions of a life's discarded reverie
Alienated from the cultural roots, wanting to be free
Holding on to the body, eyes wide open, but can't see
The soul has taken to ether, yet the mind won't let it be
A transient entity, grudgingly clinging to genetic memory
The psyche yearns to leave but the mind clings stubbornly
Spirit longing for eternity yet unable to leave indiscriminately
The entity need shed density, lighten up and rise past periphery.

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FLING

First would come 

the stimulation

with smart foreplay 

emotional savvy

charming small talk

sudden mood swings.

Pushing buttons

pulling strings

devious means

dubious flings

an assortment 

of sexy things.

The elevation 

of potential lovers

to sensational peaks

then, all of a sudden

the bottom kicks

in moody squeaks.

Falling is almost 

like flying

when there is 

no ground

to fall upon.

A sudden stroke 

a seizure, a fit

a crack in the yoke 

darkness unlit,

sucking every bit 

of tender feeling

leaving behind

an empty shell

a bundle of straw

a dried up puppet.

Wake up puppet

wake up and play!.

ZZzzzzaapppppp!!!

(Action Poetry from 

"Blood of a Puppet"

a play in rhythmic verse.)

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SEEKER

Uncanny convergence of the inner & outer
circles move within cycles out of bare time
a sharp thin line from sublime to the divine
so fine that only the seeker might ever find.

STATE OF PUPPETRY

The initiation is brief

thoroughly executed

swiftly implemented

scrupulously injected

to eager consumers.

Soldiers of misfortune

cerebrum whitewashed

cleared from intuition

a current version of

concurrent software

intricately planted

into biased minds.

Solid loyalty established

unconditional obedience

to pre-conceived master

the manufactured drone

in blood flesh and bone

planning a suicidal task

far, far away from home.

The state of the art, intact

will blow up in contact

just a matter of fact

martyr of hallowed act

will not remain intact..

Fanatically coated policy

a state of bigoted zealotry

what an terrible pity

unacceptable to some

yet just a matter of time

for this abominable crime

to affect the things to come.

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SUBLIMINAL SCRIBBLES

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 whoever is looking at them.

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

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DOODL'ART

 Doodling has been one of my oldest habits, for sixty years I have scribbled

scratching surfaces, drawing on sand, wood, paper, the steam on windows.

When hands move without a conscious direction, a mindless concentration,

We all doodle, even a dot , a line, a circle, when the mind is absent, elsewhere,

hidden habits, inclinations, tendencies, like picking noses, chewing fingernails. 

These are personal habits, inherent birthmarks that have therapeutic potential.

Doodling is a form of art that happens automatically, without apparent intention.