NOT FOR SALE

Like a black hole at the heart of an atom
your paradise is a slippery slope to hell
I can tell because I more than once fell
but was rescued in the nick of the bell
don't you have anything better to sell?.

HOMEY

Home is a nest at best
when wherever you are
becomes the only place
you can make anywhere
as best a nest as the last
the rest will fall into place
less you run out of space.

CRAP

Check out the super crupper

with the corner of a fishy eye

loading the rounds into a pie

placed in the groove of a fluke

shaking them up high and sly

a blistering blizzard in the sky.

Sssaasshhhaasssssssshhhshaaaaa..

Bones spinning in the air, as they fall

right on the table for a gambler's call

murmurs are heard when snake eyes roll.

SUBORIGINAL TALK

SUBORIGIN OF MY ART

Subconscious images conjured online

the mainspring is psychic automatism

scanned, scrutinized, expanded with

cutting edge digital finishing touches.

The purpose of my work is to inspire
subtly provoke the onlooker's vision.

LUCID DREAMER

Dare I ask 
a sleeping self 
who and what 
to dream about?. 
Dare I dream
wondering
all along
why whoever
is in there
won't stop
touching me
rubbing me
against myself
to suit them
submit to them
to serve them
belong to them.
Why whoever
is in there
won't let me
be!.

I have
sacrificed
my earthly
possessions
for the gift
of the sight
of their charred
aftermath.
Layers and layers
of memory traces
in my faces,
my visions
are squandered..
washed against
remote corners
of the mind
where
the faintest ideas
gather and season
longing
to be set free
from the grasp
of reason.

Dare I ask
this lucid dreamer
If he can spare
the will to change?

With this poem
I move
into a space
where
I can share
dream ware.

With a gesture
I move
into a pasture
where
I can dig deep
for a silent sleep.

CYBERG ICEBERG

Steep climb gone out on a limb
depends where you're stepping 
slippery slope's up sliding hope
hanging heavy is at the very top 
bring along a custom made rope
an awkward trip off iceberg's tip 
it's high time to go back to sleep.

TUG OF WAR

One leg in the past
another in the future
centred at present
pushed way ahead
also holding back
being torn apart
unable to depart
no legs in spare
to take me away
from this grave.

FLAMISH FISH DISH

Flamish Rotten Fish Dish
A flaming message through a cyber passage

Inarticulate words are wasted on this matter
It could be for the worse, if not for the better 
what we have here is simply a stark reminder
that we shall be going way under, no wonder
we have taken it all, now it's time to flounder
just because of outrageous historical plunder
we placed ourselves in a superfluous blunder.

QUEST FOR TRUTH

People remember the past, not so precise but rather altered
viewed from their perspective, rather than the actual reality
wouldn't it be interesting to find out how the scene changes
when we are aware at what was what in life's many junctures
we might act differently, accordingly effecting the outcome.

In our quest for the truth we run across quantum realities
we're partially responsible, relatively aware, rather capable
however there are facts and factors beyond our perception
we only see the tip of the iceberg, the rest is an assumption
we're constantly misinformed, persuaded, we're vulnerable.

The pursuit of truth is the innermost desire of a clear mind
but more appealing is the fulfillment of solving an enigma
the acceptance of an assumed reality establishes a duality
of what is actually as a matter of fact versus some doctrine
believing in contrived religion as though it could be divine.

PROVOCATEUR

I just washed down some small talk

with a gobble of watered down slurs

they were crowding my big mouth

by way of sticky tongue turned forked 

idiotic idioms got stuck in my teeth

I have been uttering indiscriminately 

rude remarks wrapped in callous words

chewing bit by bit each bite with spite

sort of a mouth to mouth tongue delight

since I have nothing else left to hide

will you be willing to come for a ride?.

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THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER

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 a ghost, the shadow of what was lost

an appearance only relative to that moment's catch

quantum possibilities in store at imagination's stretch.

PUSH & SHOVE

A tender stroke followed by a sudden punch
gently fondling the tush before kicking the butt
a kiss on the cheek succeeded by slap on the face
an act of easing the tension by oozing out the pain
wild mood swings are enough to drive anyone insane 
the sad thing is, there is much animosity in this activity
yet humanity is guilty of harboring such obscene cruelty.

SUBORIGINAL ART

Suboriginal Art & Implications

 Inadvertently unveiling the obscured.

It is like exploring uncharted territory, ever changing.

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LAYERS OF POWER

A pompous elitist son of a gun

condescending and having fun

a sign of established authority 

indicating an air of superiority

telling you how powerful he is.

A person with an open heart

expressing all out total love 

reveals unreserved intimacy

alongside ardor and avidity

how powerful does that feel?.

DEBAUCHERY

First would come 

the stimulation

with clever foreplay 

emotional smarts

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

with emotional squeaks

then, all of a sudden

the bottom kicks!.

Falling is almost 

like flying

when there is 

no ground

to fall upon.

This is it

a sudden stroke 

a seizure, a fit

a crack in the yoke 

darkness unlit

sucking every bit 

of tender feeling

just leaving

an empty shell

a bundle of straw

a dried up puppet.

ZZzzzzaapppppp!!!

Wake up puppet

wake up and play.

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LORD'S PLAYER

Let us play a prayer
in private or in public
may it be brief,
to its point
instant relief.

Let us play it
in such a manner
as not to heed
demons which feed
upon dreaded fear.

Oh Lord, oh lord all might be
the source of our creation
the means of our destruction
the breathe of life and death
observing all that's going on
Oh Lord…. Oh lord all might be

if you be attached or detached
if you give us a hand or a push

Hold your breathe
serve your mercy
deliver us from here
so we may arise again
not so much in fear
not so much in pain
not so eager to complain.

Rid us of defeat
rid us of victory

End of Story.

THREATENED SANITY

Threatened Sanity
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When the dark clouds move in
the Moon, the Sun, go to hiding
into a deep sleep, now abiding.
I have watched skies bleed
from arrows aimed at dreams
In the midst of a lightning strike
the sky was instantly torn apart
scattered clouds in a hectic rush
hovering like darkened angels
emerging from a tearful sky.

I want to forget what I have seen
I wish to whitewash my stained skin
from the disturbing places I have been
for the sake of my threatened sanity.
Those thoughts keep mocking me within
resentments that one does not need
wonderful dreams sabotaged by envy
makes you realize you can not embrace
just anyone who crosses your path
whom you like to be able to trust.

The act of sharing will blossom
with the intent of serving and offering
the fun of life is in the here and now
so what is it that we are denying
which we could be enjoying
we could blossom with love and laughter
instead of complaining and crying
we do not need any phony games
all we want is dancing and playing.

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A THUNDERING GROUCH

A Thundering Grouch
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The indigenous crabs
demand satisfaction
by ingenious action
prior to destruction.

When the tide is in
and the going high
crustaceans gather
for their likely ride.

Worm holes open wide
eggs hatch side by side
deep inside a sand slide
there's no place to hide.

Birds above take a dive
to have their tasty bite
only those who can hide
stand to save their hide.

LOST AND FOUND

Walked straight through a gate

approached the lost and found 

inquiring about a broken heart

in dire condition, laying around.

I was accordingly apprehended 

concerning subversive activities

interrogated by dubious devices

once cleared of ulterior motives

taken to an undisclosed location

where I spotted a desolate heart

I can patch it up for a fresh start.

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ABSTRACT EXPRESSIONS

Sophisticated methods used by spying oglers

Picking the message like a thread from butter

Beware of the devil disguised as a dark angel

In a matter of moments blinds were fluttered

Orders were released to locate loose roosters

An eyebrow was raised, beaks were tightened

Relations were fractured in draconian quarters

Distinctly oligarchic vestiges facing extinction

Nerves were sharpened, sabers rattled in vain

As dust settled like snowfall upon a lost cause

Streaming herds were alerted to take their cue

From robotic demagogues who were long due

Such is the state of scorched communication

Conveyed as document of bizarre ramification.









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DODGER

Dead of night

not a soul in sight
going back a while
if I looked up high
as I passed you by
in a darkened sky
without a decent 'hi'
the reason why
was not because
dust got in my eye
just wanted to deny
a taxing goodbye.









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ERROR IN THE MARROW

The desire of being loved as the one and the only
has been placed deep in the marrow of the bone
such a persistent wish all humans inherently have
rather than universal love, a blessing for everyone
this yearning of being the uniquely exclusive love
can hardly ever be attained but merely entertained.

RUTHLESS

Intelligence is an open wound, handle it with wisdom

cunning is the by-product, when required, it will act.

What is truly from the heart, the capacity for sympathy

can be savagely squandered by condescending apathy.

PRESENCE

As simple an act as eliminating fear by generating love
a matter of believing in it, that this could be attainable
the truth becomes apparent when the inner sky is clear
only when all together at the same moment we would
keep the minds well aligned and the hearts wide open
we needn't be coping because we would be happening.

SYMPTOM

Beneath still waters there is a strong undertow
facade won't show what the deep waters know.
Don't just scratch the surface, move through it
the world below will lead up to worlds beyond.
Should open the uncharted with an open mind
much better not to know what you might find.

RUMINATION

The moment of repose amongst fleeting visions
secret possibilities eyed under virtuous scrutiny
smothering of passage, the easing of pressures
mind cleared of clutters, an indication of sanity
spotless memories recalled in full transparency
a deep understanding of a meaningful tendency
stretching, expanding to inconceivable eternity
each trace of reality illuminated under new light
we should get to the bottom of this, if we might.