FLING

First would come 

the stimulation

with smart foreplay 

emotional savvy

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

then, all of a sudden

the bottom kicks

in moody squeaks.

Falling is almost 

like flying

when there is 

no ground

to fall upon.

A sudden stroke 

a seizure, a fit

a crack in the yoke 

darkness unlit,

sucking every bit 

of tender feeling

leaving behind

an empty shell

a bundle of straw

a dried up puppet.

Wake up puppet

wake up and play!.

ZZzzzzaapppppp!!!

(Action Poetry from 

"Blood of a Puppet"

a play in rhythmic verse.)

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SEEKER

Uncanny convergence of the inner & outer
circles move within cycles out of bare time
a sharp thin line from sublime to the divine
so fine that only the seeker might ever find.

STATE OF PUPPETRY

The initiation is brief

thoroughly executed

swiftly implemented

scrupulously injected

to eager consumers.

Soldiers of misfortune

cerebrum whitewashed

cleared from intuition

a current version of

concurrent software

intricately planted

into biased minds.

Solid loyalty established

unconditional obedience

to pre-conceived master

the manufactured drone

in blood flesh and bone

planning a suicidal task

far, far away from home.

The state of the art, intact

will blow up in contact

just a matter of fact

martyr of hallowed act

will not remain intact..

Fanatically coated policy

a state of bigoted zealotry

what an terrible pity

unacceptable to some

yet just a matter of time

for this abominable crime

to affect the things to come.

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SUBLIMINAL SCRIBBLES

I have been doodling since I was able to hold a pen

Scribbling on school books was an automatic habit

Totally unintentional, I didn’t know what I was doing.

My hands do their thing while my mind is elsewhere

Only after doodling many years I started wondering

If the significance of an hidden aspect is appearing.

I am always scribbling, half conscious, half sleeping

Am I sketching what my subconscious is revealing?.

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 according 

The state of the mind of whoever is looking at them.

I am not merely the executor of my art, I live my work!.

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DOODL'ART

 Doodling has been one of my oldest habits, for sixty years I have scribbled

scratching surfaces, drawing on sand, wood, paper, the steam on windows.

When hands move without a conscious direction, a mindless concentration,

We all doodle, even a dot , a line, a circle, when the mind is absent, elsewhere,

hidden habits, inclinations, tendencies, like picking noses, chewing fingernails. 

These are personal habits, inherent birthmarks that have therapeutic potential.

Doodling is a form of art that happens automatically, without apparent intention.

UNFOLDING

A point of view has dubious 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 was a worm once
will have to take one more chance.
Postulators are cautioned to consider
the quantum manifests ever changing,
there can be no point in contemplating
while a first hand episode is occurring.

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ENOUGH IS NOT ENOUGH

Ideally speaking, 
one could never have enough friends.
Could someone you have never met, 
seen, spoken with, be also a potential friend?...
Trust is a basis for friendship, trust to share candidly
the unreserved, unedited, genuine you.
Dare you be friends with the unknown?,
We all could embrace the unknown,
if only caution, even fear did not keep us in the dark.
What are friends for, to catch a drift, give a darn.

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DILLY - DALLY

I just washed down some paltry talk
with a gobble of watered down slurs
as I kept gargling my blabber mouth
idiotic idioms got caught in my teeth
rude remarks were stuck in my throat
as I was chewing every bit with spite
I furiously spat out what I should not
the argument now became rather hot
I had to bite my lips to stop the fight
my tongue is virulent when I’m right
it might impel to get out of my sight.

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MIGHT

Consciousness is everywhere like the air we breathe

assuming the heart is a pumping generator of motion

the constant tempo of life force empowering emotion

an abundance of feeling, like the waves of the ocean.

The brain through which notions enter the mind

where an instant aptitude is insight of some kind

beyond the mundane boundaries, one might find

mighty cogent eminence presiding over the blind.

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CYBER CAPSULE VITRIOL

Safe module in cyberspace
only a password can locate
a probe which might contain
crucial information in hand.
This matter might indicate
riddle revealed at the gate
should ultimately vindicate
rendering a deserving fate.

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BLACK PEARL DREAM

I saw the reflection of my thoughts
in the mirror of streaming words
as I reached out for a black pearl
at the mouth of the big bad oyster.
It slipped out, sinking down deep
I dived head first, my ears ringing
eyes searching for a color long lost
a dark reflection impacted my eyes.
I locked on it blindly, barely clinging
guided by my instincts, arms stretched
with a reflexed touch I snatched the pearl
hence it grabbed me back, firmly dragging
through a cracked wall, into a deepening hole
I woke up just before the fall, this is all I recall.

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ON THE OTHER HAND

Incite if you dare the inner ride

dive into it, take the deeper slide

probe into the soul but do not hide 

till you surface from the brighter side.

What we make of this will mostly depend

on whether we destroy or could we amend

let us write in sand a message we can send

with the written word, things get out of hand.

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ACUMEN

The dissolving drip from the tip of the iceberg 
a separate reality in reverse is running unison
parallel paths evade setback in chartless map
mighty glacier melts in sight of a heart warmer
might distinguish the truthful from the charmer.

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VIRTUAL PARTICIPANT

I was once uprooted from the soil that gave me life
taken to far out places I could not have dreamed of
with roots dangling in the air I climbed clouds high
dancing, whirling my way in circles all over the sky.
I arrived to cyber space in my own good good pace
here is a place where I have contrived a virtual face
long after I have gone, I might leave enduring trace.

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FEAR SCARE

Should you look into the eyes

of the hideous under your face

you don't have to seek or trace

it’s the news of the human race

comes out before it takes place.

Box office hits are scary flicks

people pay to enjoy such films

to have a rush without a crush

the thrill is on, the task is done

the consumer having some fun.

Fear is a most cruel emotion

the tormentor's potent potion

can tear apart innocent heart

the nostrum of fear is caution

helps evade a harsh erosion.

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HINT

If you really care, evade the despair
rise from the depth, breathe fresh air
the burden you bare is not even there
spare the angst, you are not being fair
could always espouse a fabulous affair.

ZERO THE FOOL

What I have so far witnessed in this life

has driven me to the idiom of the absurd

not only have I learned to laugh at things

but have been compelled to play the fool. 

The privileged fool is a fool of indulgence 

the popular fool is a fool through capacity

excess is by no means a proof of potency

such verse may disseminate satirical irony.

A wit versed comic should be a powerful tool

a message can be delivered to target for sure

only a joker dare tread in dungeons of dread

but might lose head, while others are scared.

Jokers are the wild cards in a complete deck

Often discarded, dismissed but what the heck

I have been often inclined to stick out my neck

After I have expired, my ghost might come back.

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SUBORIGINAL STATEMENT

I have been doodling since I was able to hold a pen

Scribbling on school books was an automatic habit

Totally unintentional, I didn’t know what I was doing

My hands do their thing while my mind is elsewhere

Only after doodling many years I started wondering

If the significance of an hidden aspect is appearing.

I am always scribbling, half conscious, half sleeping

Am I sketching what my subconscious is revealing?.

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 according 

The state of the mind of who may be perceiving them.

I am not merely the executor of my art, I live my work!.

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