METAMOR

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.

While the inner and the outer converge

at the verge of a highly fermented age

a butterfly who used to be vermin once

may be taking a transcendental chance.

Speculators are well advised to consider 

quantum manifestation in any given case 

in case there might be the time to ponder

should a first hand experience be yonder.

SUBORIGINAL PSYCHIC AUTOMATISM

SUBORIGINAL 

PRIMITIVE - MODERN

The purpose of my work is to stimulate

provoke the imagination of the perceiver.

First phase is casual psychic automatism

finishing touches, integrated cutting edge.

I'm like an astronaut of inner space

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INTUITION

Every person may carry an akin presence
Subliminally residing inside another mind
Intuition is the virtual means of revelation
Manifests without conscious deliberation
Emerges in the absence of contemplation.

TIMELY GATHERING

When the past, the present and the future

walked into a saloon the situation got tense

they wanted to deny each other’s presence

however there wasn’t room left for pretence 

to no avail, truth was spread upon the table

they had to deal with the facts of the matter

the present grasped the past had gone bust

what the future inherited was recycled dust.

DENIAL

Acting like spoiled child
with a mocking muddle
Strict denial of ripening
To avoid the silly shame
As years clumping past
In this agony of waiting
Traces of fading bloom
Found in eyes of gloom
Sour be a pending truth
Not a path can lead back
To worn garden of youth.

GRUDGINGLY

Burnt-out, deep rooted, still alive

By the looks of it, attempting to fly

Bold pioneer determined to survive

The hard-core tree is refusing to die.

FUTURE GENERATIONS

The soul when given a bogus goal, cried foul

did not want to be harnessed, pushed around

for the sake of the unborn children of mankind

babies must not become puppets of reprimand

it doesn’t matter whether they are yours or mine

as long as their soul isn't severed from the divine.

REPOSTE

Having carefully read your letter 

I find it hard to say anything better

Irony being at the heart of this matter 

It’s painful to eat out of a sizzling platter 

We’ve been biting time with small chatter 

May be for the worse, may be for the better 

What we have here is simply a stark reminder 

We are going under due to unreasonable blunder 

No wonder we should’ve been kinder to each other.

SLIPPERY SLOPE

Just a matter of time, should never give up hope

The land of no return, there’ll be no getting back

Time is rolling like a ball, rushing down the slope

The further it goes the faster fosters the thruster

Sooner or later we will impend the puppet master

No more strings attached may hasten encounter.