Sunday, July 19, 2015


Deciphering the hidden aspects of an automatic doodle
Scrutinizing, elaborating and expounding the intricacies 
Cutting edge digital touch up, the Primitive Modernized
Instincts intuitively interpreted over imagination stimulus 
Quantum perception unfolding in the eyes of the witness.


In modern times, less babies die at birth
The life span of a person is longer now
Yet more people are dead before they die
They give up the right to be who they are
Because they line up and submit to a lie.


A vast realm of the primordial, an ingoing terrain
Only the subject who takes a dive can penetrate
The level of sanity is tested for preposterous gain
Either surface from the opposite end of the scope
Or submit to downright constraint, a detained pain
Clinging hopelessly to an identity starving for hope
Unless one can cope, the lunatic will remain insane.


Thursday, July 16, 2015


I jumped out of a crazy dream
my heart beating way too fast
I have arrived here going past
what is present was seen last.

A snowball rolling down a slope

picking up speed, accelerating

gaining size, growing and glowing

swallowing everything on it's path.

Suddenly an amazing thing happened

since I had been running out of time

I automatically stretched the moments

while more speed was being gathered.

A latent potent dream kicked into action

I was traveling in time through a suction

back and forth in the moment of fraction

what I saw was the future, not just fiction.

Manifesting instant as my eyes opened

the dream that I had just experienced

protruded with an hardened landing

ahead of me in a projected standing.

I caught up with an envisioned future

unfolding beneath this lucid dream

a reversal of a 'de ja vu’ happening

I have already seen the next coming

whether it arrives, there is no telling.

Tuesday, July 14, 2015


Sooner or later a need for change emerges
must reconsider values, make adjustments
stakes can be lowered, the course altered
a new person reborn with mind wide open
might as well be the change one is hoping
we should put an end to needlessly coping
with a new beginning, let the cherubim sing.