TRUTH AND CONSEQUENCES

It does not have to be a secret to spread

besides with whom do you care to share

who can cope with it, who wouldn't dare

to really give a darn, most certainly care

about the truth regarding why and where

we're sharing this moment now and here

the premise to unconditional trust is near.

Consider for an instant, everything in the open

in total transparency, we can see through it all

fibs have nowhere to hide, nothing can escape

all is in clarity, precisely revealed as the whole

the herds have been in total darkness for ages

abruptly exposed to much blinding illumination

should they not handle it, there'll be damnation.

KNOCK... KNOCK

The last man left on Earth
all alone, terrified and lonely
sheltered in a ravaged space
left behind, with no one to face,
never mind, should he be blind
since he is still expecting to find
some other people of his kind.
It is hard to handle a last hurdle
without another soul to cuddle.
Banging his head on the floor
he hears a knock at the door.

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ALL IS NILL

At the negation of inherent existence 
when the mind is emptied container
of nothingness where all life sprouts
cherishing emptiness in utter silence
where the hummmm of the universe
is perceived and received in essence
stillness of the mind meets the divine
here all in nothing reveals the sublime.

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TEMPERED

I have witnessed mood swings 

from heaven to hell and back

when ecstasy turns pitch black

within the blink of a turned eye.

Hot temper is hard to take

rage damages the container 

unless you harness the feeling 

with gloom you will be dealing.

Taking hold of intense passion

an abundance of tense emotion

handled with discerning caution

can have impact over the ocean.

Such potential transforms the game

may even lead to fortune and fame

when channeled, a wild mood swing 

could be a productive, positive thing.










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PAINKILLER'S DAUGHTER

Nothing hurts like the fuss inside
if it climbs out, just shove it aside
trapped in mind, nowhere to hide
with every move she'll take a bite.
Let her take hold, no point to fight
open your mind, escape she might
if she should stay under your sight
must treat her right, she can ignite.
The wrath of pain gets you kneeling
ruthless she might, there's no telling
give her feeling, she might be willing
once this is over, you'll start healing.

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VINTAGE DREAMING

I visit the garden of my youth
in many of my lucid dreams
where in the muddle of memory
I would be climbing a bare tree
so carefree, as far as eyes see
rolling behind their daily lids.
The years have clamped past
yet my dreams may still last
for the rest of my days I trust
to avoid from gathering dust
I must once again live the past.

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RAW DEAL

Take it or just leave it
this is a personal meat
in a one way street
grab a seat
stretch your feet
life is going to be
one hell of a treat.
I offer my flesh
for you to chew
I know you’ll say
“what is new?"
This is a safe place
to save face
when you disgrace
there will be no trace.
I could chase it down
with tears of my own
this is the meanest meal
you shall find in town
you may not digest it
when you see me frown.

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VERSUS THYRSUS

Traces of verse were sprinkled in between the lines
the poet and entourage had less than nothing to say
not a single drop of rhythm was spilled over the poem
tempo was assumed once the dormant note was played
ears were in tears as they were listening to what was said.

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FUR BENEATH THE SKIN

Layers upon layers of memory traces

Peeled like skin as removed from flesh

Meticulous, not a drop of blood spilled

Smooth as close shave on rough face.

Longing to share some canny thoughts

Which are due to arrive any time soon

With icing on top, there might be hope 

Still, whatever happens we could cope.

Fur crawled from underneath the skin

There is no telling what's hidden within

It’s not any more where once it's been

Why just pretend as though never seen

You can read it right here on the screen.




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WET DREAM

An angel fell 
from the sky
into the ocean 
of my dreams
with a big splash!.
My tide came up
waves hitting
the shores of my mind…
This was a wet dream
sweat, tears and more.
She was sinking fast
headlong, I dove deep
grabbed her by the hair
held her in my arms
gave her the mouth to mouth.
I woke up soaking wet
drenched in steaming sweat
missing the dream I had
going right back to bed.

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SHADOW OF DOUBT

Is our faith strengthened because we worship

Or do we worship because we have the faith?
The things we worship are divergent in nature
From God to Money, whatever has the urgency
As faith begets will power, we're thus rewarded
Of all things it’s truth that's absolutely discarded.
Should a seeker acknowledge unknown aspect
To be honest with one's self is a seer’s prospect.

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NAKED AS WE COME

Getting rid of the phoney self is not an easy task

It has taken years to develop a convincing mask

Safety measures are fostered to be able to bask
Why can't we all be living in the nude, dare I ask?.

The conditioning takes place at an early age

You're advised to dress up to avoid disgrace

Shame if you do not cover your private place

Being bare naked in public will cause outrage.

Who says so, and why is everyone staying in line?

After all we arrive with just our skin from the divine

Being shy, proud or ashamed is no problem of mine

I envy the animals, natural, genuine and so sublime.

There are laws to punish so called bawdy presence

In certain religions such conduct causes much grief

Adam and Eve with leaf are a well established belief

Being true to one's birthright is not a matter of relief.

Some female folk are forced to cover even their head

Others are forced to hide their body or they’ll be dead

Much absurdity in religious dogma, which is really sad

When people ignore the rules, they are forced to dread.

I would like to be not just naked but also transparent 

Which would make me vulnerable, which is apparent

Considering I would like to be my true self at any case

In the World as it stands, I would merely be losing face.

EYEBALLED

Raw Nature Eyeballed by Refined Civilization

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The opposite ends of polarity curve into each other

The incident of a moment in cutting edge scrutiny.

PRE-PRIMITIVE > POST-MODERN > SUBORIGINAL

Revelations of the artist of the process of exploration:

Unconscious doodles, scribbles consciously explored

the abstract process of expressing invisible emotions.

Unscrambling the Suboriginal scribble is like deciphering

some visions struggle to come to life, I am just a conduit

what is below the surface was buried in the subconscious

once conjured, the images rapidly emerge out of obscurity.

Streaming with the cyber currents of the World Wide Web

The entities which never were, engage in an eternal affair.

LEFTOVER

A sense of dedication, devotion and loyalty

There is no obligation to unconditional love

Willing to go the distance without any doubt

Belonging to a lover is what love is all about

It is the thrill of the experience, not the clout.

The more the loving, the happier is the feeling

At the end of the line, the harder is the leaving.

The value of life, well established at the source

Would crumble apart if was put in place by force

Memories deserve a toast, let life take it's course.

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GIVE OR TAKE

Much was given as a token
then again fun was taken
this way it was forsaken
as the dice was shaken
the solution was baking.
Seduction was all it took
the sucker took the hook
as was written in the book
better look before you cook
whether by hook or by crook.

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SUBORIGINAL DRAWING

Suboriginal drawings not only disclose 
The hidden aspects of the artist's vision
But what the seer is capable to perceive
As such they reflect as subliminal mirror
We witness ourselves in another's eyes
Subtle symbols instinctively recognized
What is within is also part of the whole.

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ONLY ONCE

I was taken by surprise
at the corner of my eyes 
caught glimpse of demise
in the blue Moon just once
have heard whispering cries
of forsaken angels in a trance
ruffled by my blistering glance.

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THE UNFOLDING

A point of view has a slight 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 well ripened age

a butterfly that has been a worm once

might as well take one final chance.

The assumer is cautioned to consider 

the quantum perceptions ever changing

there can be no point in contemplating

while a first hand episode is occurring.

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VIGIL

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.

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LET THERE BE LIGHT

There is a lack of transparency
which makes the World affairs
dubiously flawed, dark and ugly
whistle blowing is the tendency.
Will the lights ever be turned on
the whole picture clearly visible
accurate view of existing reality
could that even be conceivable?.
The skillful game of deception
is considered shrewd diplomacy
which is an essential ingredient
in established political systems.
The power of crude brute authority
will now be diminishing really fast
the game of war is played digitally
on the web, with computers at last.
Could we put an end to this game
if we admit we are much the same
vanity of power over each other
is not going to get us any further.

FIRE ANGEL

I have witnessed mood swings 

from heaven to hell and back

ecstasy turn into pitch black
within the blink of the eye.

Hot temper is hard to take

fervour erodes it's container

unless you harness the feeling

with gloom you could be dealing.

Getting hold of intense passion

an abundance of pure emotion

masterly applied potent potion

could impact an entire ocean.

When it is fired, temper ignites

a source of a thousand delights

one can turn a wild mood swing 

into a highly charged erotic fling.

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SPAN

A repose amongst fleeting visions
at an interval, a moment, an instance
in a flash it goes, as though it never was
but something was captured, an impression
which alters the quantum aspects of perception
what appears is relative to instantaneous capture
infinite possibilities hinted at this moment's rapture.

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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
the ghost of a ghost, a shadow of what was lost
an appearance only related to that moment's catch
endless possibilities in store at imagination's stretch.

RAISING THE ANTE

We arrive to this life in human body
right away we are given an identity
number, nationality, stamp of entry
compromise the chance to be free.
Like acrobats we balance polarity
to attain an unadulterated destiny
as we attempt to maintain sanity
despite indulging in trivial vanity.
Providing that mercy trumps pity
should there be cause for dignity.

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THE PAINKILLER'S DAUGHTER

Nothing hurts like the fuss inside

if it climbs out, just shove it aside

trapped in mind, nowhere to hide

with every move she'll take a bite.

Let her take hold, no point to fight

open your mind, escape she might

if she should stay under your sight

must treat her right, she can ignite.

The wrath of pain gets you kneeling

ruthless she might, there's no telling

give her feeling, she might be willing

once this is over, you'll start healing.

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UNIVERSAL RIGHT

The children of mankind have a universal right
Governments can not comply since they hide
within man made borders, denying all others 
who are not citizens but simply human children.

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HANDLE WITH CARE

Consider for an instant, everything in the open
in total transparency, we can see through it all
fibs have nowhere to hide, nothing can escape
all is in clarity, precisely revealed as the whole
the herds have been in total darkness for ages
abruptly exposed to such blinding illumination

should they not handle it, there'll be damnation.

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