PARADOX

A riddle was put in place in the eternal cycle of change
Between feeling and form there may be an interchange
The bound yearning for freedom, which isn’t as strange 
As freedom seeking to be housed within fostered range
A paradox in motion where the inverse is making sense.

ITEM

Infused into a future, stretching across eternity
From the here and now, an illusion with destiny
A beginning, an end, meanwhile given a choice
To be a number, name, having a proven identity
Or not to be anything like you’re supposed to be.

UNFOLDING

A point of view has wavering credibility

when one is approaching the hereafter,

an open mind, while yearning to dance

is coerced to take this cautious stance. 

As the inner and the outer converge

at the verge of a highly ripened age,

the butterfly that were a worm once

will have to take a equivocal chance.

Speculators are cautioned to consider 

the quantum manifests ever changing,

there can be no point in contemplating

while a first hand episode is occurring.

MINDLESS HEART

When you feel a person's heart
you may find love from the start
yet as you probe into their mind
you never know what you'll find.
You might want to turn the blind
simply play along yet never mind
should they turn out to be unkind
you will be betrayed from behind.

SCRIBBLE

A scribble enables the germ of an idea to attain expression 
From this deluge of abstract shapes Suboriginal art emerges
Profoundest depths of memory tapped, instincts on high alert
Opening the mind and putting it upon the scent of new thoughts
The eyes will sooner be furnished with an abundance of subjects
Conjuring those images and gradually bringing them to the surface
There is much satisfaction here, in the intense indulgence of a habit
The act of creation is merely a reflection of a hidden self deep within.

FACES WITHIN FACES

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 accordingly
The state of the mind of whoever may perceive them
I am not merely the executor of my art, I live my work!.

TURNAROUND

It was a picnic, a piece of cake
In this sharing there was offering
well meaning, it was a give and take
then the wind broke in smooth fashion
blew off the candles with a gentle breeze
when the going persisted, the storm arrived
the gale got hold, the flames caught the fumes
blowing them higher, the entire place burnt down.

MICROCOSM-MACROCOSM

What is inside should also be found outside, all is in the whole 
Opposite ends of polarity converge, microcosm to macrocosm
Horizons will ultimately curve into each other at eternal stretch 
Time does not go any further, since the beginning is at the end
Accordingly, the world below should open up to worlds beyond.

DERISION

I was just testing before I started flirting
She absorbed my ink without an inkling
An intriguing thing, she had me thinking
Should I not perform ducky to her liking
I might be the target of constant picking
I could be itching if she goes on teasing
She may drain me should I go bleeding
I am the epitome of perpetual bickering.