POPPET ON LINE

Stretched along
a rough surface
with neck on line
a habit of mine.
Bard in waiting
with bulging eyes
in rough disguise
a despotic move
press the issue
power to pursue
now cut the deck
I'll deal, you take
a piece of cake
what the heck
did you check
behind my back
for heaven's sake
let's take a brake
before we make
a huge mistake
but I'll be back
to brake your neck.

PAINKILLER'S DAUGHTER

Nothing hurts like the pain inside
if it bothers you, just push it aside
deep in the mind is a place to hide
it would be a thrill to go for a ride
come through from the other side.

Had a crush on doctor's daughter
I do not know what I found in her
she sucked my pain like no other
I had the feel we could go further
that was the cause for the bother.

Once she took hold, no way to fight
if I open my mind, escape she might
I must not let her get out of my sight
she'd take my pain if I treat her right
I should hold on tight to see the light.

SHAMANIC NOTES

SUBORIGINAL  SCRIBBLINGS

 Those images have surfaced out of the blue

When hands move without

conscious direction

 I came eye to eye with the other guy.

Conjured out of the unknown

a lifelong unconscious pursuit

Shamanic Suboriginal Automatism

SILENCE MY EYES

I have been
up and down
sideways
in and out
hanging about
circling around
lost and found
without a sound
breaking ground.
I have been through
the dire straights
so many times
I might as well
descend
into a silence
only you can
see me through
or...
silence my eyes!.

INNUENDO

Honey coated vanity, a hint of sanity
it serves to disseminate this life's irony
best things in life are free, go hug a tree
when the air is pure, the water crystal clear
time to wake up my dear, the beloved is here 
a slight indication of fear might distract the seer.

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WHAT A BUMMER

Alerted by a flaming message from yonder
smoking words at the heart of this matter 
not so cool to eat out of a sizzling platter
must blow on it just in case it does flutter
what we encountered is a stark reminder
the worse outcome happens for the better
no wonder that we have been going under
as a consequence of a stupendous blunder.

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POET-ARTIST-SEER

In poetry the feeling comes way before the seeing starts
whereas In painting it is the seeing that opens to feeling
Inspiration is what drives a person into creative thinking
getting completely immersed in the spur of the moment
having intuition as the guide, not the slightest hesitation
visions appear briskly in this avid ambience of cognition.

FANTASTIC PLASTIC

Standing at the edge of an anti fiscal cliff hanger
This isn't just a bad joke, get ready for a banger
Solemn faced senators pushing their favorite dish
Such is the latest version of federal reserve fetish
You can close your eyes,make your ultimate wish
The sky is the limit, everyone should become rich
Have all they want, there is plenty of food for each
The supply side is up and coming, no need to bitch
What is taking place is an organic > synthetic switch.

SWEET & SOUR

I am here to spend a word or two

with you and if need be with who

ever dare listen without any clue

to gossip spread which is untrue

this is not cool, do not be a fool

persons get hurt and wasted too

you honey coated sweetfart you

talk is cheap, way to have a kick

you've made everyone awful sick.

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COSMIC FORMULA

o + o > 8 

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A lingering faith levelling with inevitable fate

after all the universe is unfolding as it should 

the worst things happen for the best reasons 

there is prevailing balance within the polarity

catch the wave, surf with the flow of the grain 

a worm-hole between the inner and the outer

circles within the cycles of spherical labyrinth

an indication of infinity, an open sided quest

two zeroes make eight with a delicate balance

spin the upper 'o' the other way as the bottom

a favourable condition for energy to manifest.

………………………………………………

( This is a formula that was conceived in my lucid dream

two spheres, one on top of the other, delicately balanced

suspended in air, the upper and the lower parts spinning

in opposite directions, thus a worm-hole was created….

I am no scientist, just dreaming or I might be channeling.)

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SUBORIGINAL MANIFESTO

I have composed the word SUBORIGINAL 

to which the dictionaries have no definition, 

I hereby use my poetic license to declare it 

the  definition of my art form.

The root cause, pure psychic automatism

the finishing touches involve scrupulous

cutting edge innovative digital techniques.

The purpose of my work is to stimulate

provoke the imagination of the perceiver.

I do not necessarily copyright my work 

apart from the virtue of the authenticity.

This notice serves as registry, copyright,

attitude and all linguistic claims.

Vensan Vincy (Vincent) Kamberk - 2000 AD .

Primitive ------- Modern

 Perception of the Invisible

 Shamanic Implications

 The Coalescing of The Inner & The Outer

Live Art Action

Followed by Auction

Spoken Word Attraction

at

 Ground Zero

SUBORIGINAL

SUBORIGINAL  ART  

A scribble enables the germ of an idea 
to attain expression.  

From this mass of abstract shapes, 

a selected embryo may be developed.

A profound depth of memory is drawn upon

the springs of instinct tapped.

This is a process of opening the mind 

putting it upon the scent of new thoughts.

Out of this mass of objects 

the mind will be furnished 
with an abundance of subjects.

DOODL'ART

Conjured, cured and carefully pulled

my doodles have been thus secured

scores of my minds numerous faces

my icons have been to far out places.

Like some message in a bottle floating

in the ocean many doodles are sailing

same as in cyber space, face after face

all over the globe, I scribbled my case.

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DEEP DREAM

I saw the reflection of my thoughts
in the mirror of my streaming words
as I reached out for the black pearl
at the mouth of the big bad oyster.

It fell out, sinking down deep,
I dived head first, my ears ringing
eyes searching for a color long lost
pitch black depth, home to the ghost.

I locked on it blindly, firmly clinging
my instincts converged, arms stretched
towards the hidden shadow of dread
in between the living and the dead.

With a reflex move I grabbed the pearl
instantly it snatched me back so tight
dragged me to a nest out of sight
there was no light yet it was so bright.

I’ve dreamt up this story, came to tell it all
holding on to the black pearl, standing tall
a supernal glitter is glowing within my palm
the dream is over, now I must remain calm.

ERRATIC

I have witnessed mood swings 

from heaven to hell and back

ecstasy turned into a wreck

over and over, what the heck
temper is a mental condition 

depends how far you can go.

Rage will damage it's container 

before it has a chance to engage

if you could harness a feeling 

quench your thirst, no outburst
take charge of your emotions
their abundance, the energy

can even charge a battery.

The means of transforming 

such a powerful mood swing 

into a useful, positive thing

the source is the resource.

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HAPPENING

A point of view is a serious liability
whilst approaching the thereafter
an open mind has a flexible stance
cautiously willing to take a chance.

The inner and the outer coalescing
a continuous process is happening
a butterfly should be in the making
ecstatic dance, a matter of balance.

As an objective view must consider
quantum choices rapidly changing
there is no point in contemplating
as a first hand exploit is occurring.

RAW DEAL

A moment of repose hangs in between fleeting visions
an interval between two phases, the breath of fresh air
initial hesitation resumed by the eagerness to proceed
the cluttered passage has now been amply smothered
the slate of memory has been wiped clean of old habit
this is all an illusion anyways, we should take it apart
why not make the best of this dream by turning it real
we are here now, gone tomorrow, what's the big deal?.

TRUE NEW WORLD ORDER

As the shifting of the poles, the grand alignment proceeds

We are thus projecting a wish, a resolution, an affirmation

The prophecies from numerous sources pointing at present

When we are about to transform into the more than human

Our metamorphosis is at hand, either a butterfly or just fry.

We are asking the heavens to bestow transparency on Earth

May truth on all levels be revealed crystal clear as irrefutable

Channels of telepathy are opening up, an extra sensory alert

When we read each other’s minds, no small talk necessitates

We can handle this, no secrets, no lies, clear and transparent.

Such is our best wishes for mankind, clarity and sensibility

Either we learn to live with each other or doom and gloom

So far it has been the game of the big fish eating the small

Nature’s ways will soon change, the big nurturing the little

We could realize a just and true place in the here and now.

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