WELL SPOKEN

What I wanted to say has been said before
What else can I do but repeat it once more
Freedom of expression is crucial, therefore
Speak out your mind but through your heart
You'll be appeased should you play your part.

DREAM METAPHOR

In my dream last night I was taken by the sea
floating like driftwood, as light as one could be
when suddenly, waves threw me against the rocks
I could have crushed badly, but instead I took a dive
the deeper I went, the calmer it got, yet pressure I felt
as though I was coming to rest at the bottom of the sea
I did my best, held my breath as I surfaced from the depth
When I woke up I took a breath, I am afloat and out of debt.

THE NATURE OF STRUGGLE

Since the dawn of history, Homer's epic of the Wooden horse

there has been always war on Earth, celebrated by the victors

advocating courage, chivalry, heroism, the splendor of passion

ruthlessly exploiting and brainwashing the coming generation

glorifying martyrdom, aptly encouraging sacrifice for kingdom.

Ingenious methods are applied, with cutting edge instruments

aggregating battle ready soldiers as a formidable war machine

trained efficiently with ingenious computer games at the cradle

as juveniles they will be trained, getting ready to join the battle

thus continues the ongoing theatre of mankind’s futile struggle. 

It looks like war has been ingrained deep in the human nature

regardless, such a tendency points out at a cataclysmic future

unless we can overcome the passion for butchery, and refuse

to go along with the notion that, there's no freedom to choose

ironically though, we are at war with nature, if we win we lose.

CHRONICLE

Layers upon layers of genetic memory traces 
faces within faces, of an assortment of places
my lucid visions have since been squandered 
washed against the remote corners of my mind
where the faintest ideas will gather and season
longing to be broken free from the grip of reason.
My roots have been severed, my shoots leveled
my memory comes and goes, I walk on my toes
my feet are slippery, my fingers are rather jittery.
I sleep well though, I often see myself in reverie
always scribbling, writing and painting it seems
I come with a pair of eyes one brings to dreams
seeking for a vision which could render me free
from all the restrictions that won't allow me to be
whom I truly could be, has little to do with identity.

ANTICIPATED

AS ANTICIPATED
Polar goes bipolar
Disturbed universe
Beckoning for rise 
From past demise
Traced in the eyes
Sparkle of disguise
Have plenty to hide
Eruptions provoked
Tremors can be felt
Ready for departure
Before it be too late
Reach for a rapture
Prepared to capture
The meaning of fate.

WET DREAM

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

REVELATION

Material bodies 
apparent shapes 
variations in space
outer physical aspects 
emerging as appearances.
The World is given as whole
not one here and another there
subject and object are simply one
recently acquired knowledge states
there's no barrier between this and that.
The illusion of the illusion of the illusion
a delusory perception of the bogus spurious
seemingly detached pieces find natural unison
this pseudo reflection of an assumed impression
the integration of an inherently dubious deception.

BRUTAL

Intelligence is an open wound, handle it with wisdom
cunning is the by-product, can be ruthless if applied
What is truly from the heart, the capacity for empathy
can be savagely squandered by condescending apathy.

SORROW IN THE MARROW

The desire of being loved as the one and the only
has been planted deep in the marrow of the bone
such a persistent wish all humans inherently have
rather than reaching out for all encompassing love 
hankering to become an exclusively adored object
will tear up a lover's heart should the partner eject.

THROUGH THE DARK SIDE

As you go to dream tonight
incite if you dare the inner ride
dive into it, take the deeper slide
probe into your soul, don’t you hide
till you surface from the brighter side.

REVELATIONS

SUBORIGINAL ABSTRACT EXPRESSIONISM

Revelations of the artist: The medium is mixed here, 

I prepared a concoction, modelling paste, layers of lacquer, 

the paint I have used is oil based, I carve into the paste with paint, 

hand painted, fingers used, I also applied layers of rubbing compound.

DIRE STRAITS

When the stone sheds its tears 
then shall emerge the fallen one 
upon itself who seems to feed 
as a snake swallowing its tail
rattling with intimate venom
as a spider crying out loud
for its own measure
of pain and pleasure
as a scorpion circled with fire
committing suicide in the dire
should be crystal clear in a while
out in the open, there’s no denial
where there’s despair there’s fire
for every creature life is a trial
there are those who won't bend
incite their fate with their hand
compelled to have the last say
you can not be force-fed all day
wake up puppet, wake up play!.

BIRDS ARE SINGING HERE

Money coated vanity, indication of insanity
which serves to disseminate this life's irony
a mundane chatter of consumerist baloney
reveals what is genuine and what is phony. 
When the air is pure, the water crystal clear
mother nature is near, birds are singing here
how could there be any doubt as to what's dear
nothing should hinder a seer, not a trace of fear.

STREAMING THOUGHTS

In astronomy we scientifically observe the universe
yet in astrology we scrutinize the psychologic effects 
while the cosmos plays like a puppeteer on the whole
we are all recipients of innumerable forms of radiance
not just the Sun and the planets but also distant stars
galaxies light years away also glimmer from far away
mysterious influences dawning from stars in the sky
all make impact on our souls, our tendencies thus
raw emotions are in motion amidst space & time
through inclines they are picked up by the mind
causing feelings that could regulate the blind
initiating a psychic climate of some kind
I just made this up, never you mind
there are many answers to find
they'll appear as we grind.

MORE THAN HUMAN

There is a reckoning cooking 
a place hidden deep in space
subtle signals reaching Earth
from a distance way up there
crop circles are an indication
stark evidence of alien action
not just far fetched deduction
first & foremost let us be real
about what this might reveal
are we in readiness to receive.

LOOPHOLE

Beneath still waters

A strong undertow

The surface won't show

What deep waters know.

Why scratch the surface

Dive into it, follow the flow

The wormhole down below

Will open to worlds beyond.

We have to find courage to dare

Spare the angst, get ready to find

Tear down fences should we care

Seek out answers with open mind.

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PROVOCATION

Momentary repose
avowal of discretion
an anticipated shift
polar versus bipolar
a disturbed universe
beckoning us to rise
with a tilt of our axis
over wobbling Earth
spilling out mayhem
tremors of petulance
eruption is provoked
the time is before us
beckoning departure
sign of major change
it won't sound strange
when it’s within range.

METEORITE SHOWER

An answer to our prayers
emerging from eternal zest 
the ember of the heavens
tiny particles of stars
floating in space
gathering speed
as meteorite showers
falling down onto Earth
sprinkling samplings of debris
all over this breathtaking planet.
The friction of entry peeling the crust
atmospheric impact inciting the seed
igniting the flame of a dormant entity.
The anticipated deed is here indeed
alien visitors are paying heed
Is this simply divine power
poised to come lower and lower
or is it just cosmic dust
in whom was it that we did trust?.

RAT RACE

When real estate is hot
scoundrels own the lot 
decent folk just get dick
get kicked off the street 
beat with no food to eat
on top of that, they treat
forsaken people like shit
bums, rogues of a street
as though they were dirt
dismayed to say the least
at the nature of the beast
mercy has a human heart
pity stuck on phoney face
what is tearing folks apart
is the farce of the rat race.

LUCID

Due to the SUBORIGINAL lucidity of my insight
I have now realized what I should leave behind
Long after I am gone, the fragments of my mind
First hand experiences leaking out of my fingers
Fostered to cyberspace I shall thus leave a trace.

SUBORIGINAL ART POINT OF VIEW

Hands scribble and doodle in automatic manner

without any conscious direction, vaguely aware

like chewing one's fingernails, blinking the eyes

through a compulsive habit instincts are alerted

streaming visions emerge, an impulsive outpour

a cellular memory prompt, genetic code decode

illuminating hidden aspects, conjuring prospects.

Suboriginal Art is a genre term I have created

defining this art form as modern-primitive fusion.

Automatism is a prerequisite for the initial phase

when hands scribble without conscious direction.

The next and final phase takes place in abacus

where cutting edge digital techniques are applied

virtually scrutinizing & refining the original image

The two opposites merge as subtle integration of

casual Primitive means & discerning Modern ends.

TRUTH AND CONSEQUENCE

It does not have to be a secret to spread

besides with whom do you care to share

who can cope with it, the courage to dare

sincerely give a darn, most certainly care

about the truth regarding why and where

we're sharing this moment, now and here.

Consider for an instant everything in the clear

total transparency, before the eyes of the seer

fibs have nowhere to hide, nothing can escape

the herds have been in total darkness for ages

suddenly exposed to such blinding illumination

should they not handle, there'll be abomination.

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LOOK TWICE

If you be the beholder 
of those runny eyes 
washed with envy
wiped with pity,
catching sight
of immense beauty
cracked under
intense pressure
dusted out of
harms way.
I dare you
to look twice!
Once at the virtue
and then at the vice.

CYBER CURRENT VOYAGEUR

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 have surrendered to the cyber current, this is why
no matter what fate deals me I'll take it with a smile.

RIFFRAFF

A point of view is serious liability 
in the ability of securing a future
with sensibility, a grasp of reality
ease the grip of staunch banality
allow premise to yield perception
exploitation is subject to deception
as long as riffraff is placed in a box
conflicts may cause bipolar paradox
it is detrimental to get rid of this stuff
a strict point of view is biased enough.

MIDDLE AGE

There are so many layers of time unfolding simultaneously
progression on some levels while regressing in the others
cross-currents moving from past to future and back again
half way in life we might catch a glimpse of the other me
moving in reverse, from the old age towards birth stage
as we cross each other at crossroads we might deduct
this point in time marks a centre in life, the middle age
hence, distance travelled equals the remaining stage.