Thursday, December 24, 2015


Subtle raw entities conjured subconsciously

hands scribbling without conscious direction 

scanned, launched into cyberspace casually

finishing touches by cutting edge virtual brush.


Intelligence is an open wound, treat it with wisdom
Cunning is the by-product, ruthlessly it will destruct.
What is truly from the heart, a capacity for empathy
Is savagely squandered by condescending apathy.


The entity captured in an instant
at the blink of an eye in slow motion 
had been suspended between intervals
biting time patiently, longing to be realized
in a flash it vanished, an illusion was all it was
a ghost of an angel, the shadow of what was lost
an appearance only relative to that moment's catch
quantum possibilities in store at imagination's stretch.


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
to yourself you owe a marvellous affair.


I just took the hint when I caught this drift
Things are not the way they appear to be 
With an avid glance I could fleetingly see
Each person may carry an akin presence
Subliminally residing inside another mind
Emerging without conscious deliberation
Intuition is a correct means of perception
Appears in the absence of premeditation.


Some of us have been locked up in a personality
only in the deepest dreams may truth show face
we know very well the false aspects of our nature
yet, we often hide behind a disguised disposition.

Our vanity will make us put on appropriate attire
have the appearance of what we supposedly are
odd as this may sound, we are willfully impaired
prominently so, when distinctions are compared.