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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SUBORIGINAL EVENT

LIVE ACTION PAINTING

 SUBORIGINAL HAPPENING

THE ART OF THE MATTER

the root cause is psychic automatism

cutting edge digital finishing touches

raw subconscious > refined consciously.

The purpose of my work is to stimulate
provoke the imagination of the perceiver. 

THE BITTER TRUTH

It does not have to be a secret to spread
besides with whom do you care to share
who can cope with this, who would dare
to really give a darn, most certainly care
about the odious, ugly and painfully sad
the bitter truth, shall not make you glad
bona fide is precious but hardly in need
paramount is peace of mind, take heed.

Disclosing everything out in the open
so that one can see through the whole
no cover up, all staring you at the face
can not be avoided, there is no escape
enlightened with stunning illumination
clearly visible, with every minute detail
unless you can handle, this can be hell
you can never tell, it might do you well.

HAZARDOUS

Whispering sweet nothings down one ear
watch it come out unheard from the other
elegant words are wasted why even bother
check out her pulse, make sure she is alive
there may be a beat to it, well worth the try
once there is response she might start to cry
you have to bear with it, do not even ask why
passion is charged with desire, she might fire
since you're close by, watch out, you could fry.

THIS IS A HOLD UP

LIVE ACTION POETRY PERFORMANCE
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THIS IS A HOLD UP !!!!

Double barrel poem staring you at the face
FRRREEEEEZZZZZZZzee... I got itchy fingers
Look into my eyes, can't you read my lips
I want NOTHING.,, and I want it NOW !!!!
Slowly reach out, empty your pockets
of all the colourful pills and bills
the plastic fantastic thrills
I want them right away
I know that you have
plenty zilch to give
I'll take them all
to the last naught
you can keep the change
that may add to something.

SHADOW OF A DOUBT

Is our faith strengthened when we worship
or do we worship because we have faith?.
The things we worship are also divergent
from God to Money, whatever is the urgent
faith becomes will power, we get rewarded.

I personally worship nothing, not even myself. 
The only faith I know is reaching out for truth
which is sometimes well disguised, uncertain
such truth admits not knowing the unknown.
Be honest with thy self, so you can be a seer.

WAY TO BE FREE

It's the easiest thing to say

'this here is the right way'

but when it is time to play

with your neck on the line

much is being left undone.

Integrity should demand

that you take command

but first take a stand

once you understand

what to do my friend.

If you encounter wrath

while you are on this path

hold on to your breath

face ghastly disgrace

with amazing grace.

Drop your rage 

before you engage

the task at this stage

is to unlock the cage

before turning the page.

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FOR THE FUTURE GENERATIONS

For the future generations 
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The soul when given a bogus goal, cried foul
did not want to be harnessed, pushed around
the freedom to move in and out of the ground
when the will is gone, nothing's left to be found.

For the sake of the yet unborn children of mankind
our babies must not become puppets to reprimand
it doesn't matter whether they are your kids or mine
providing that the soul isn't severed from the divine.

CHALLENGE OF THE SPIRIT

The Challenge of the Spirit

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While humanity grows more and more intelligent

there seems to be more distress, less happiness

such is the outcome of reckless use of capacity.

Should we indulge in a thorough extensive inquiry

we shall encounter that in the absence of modesty

cleverness will bring about the vanity of arrogance.

The ego, where all desires and cravings are seated

enslaves the native to the yearning lust of the self

consequently confusion does supersede adversity.

Glory goes to the master of honesty and integrity

who can bring the whole self into righteous unity

life is not a finished process; striving for divinity.

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GIVE OR TAKE

Much was given as a token
then again fun was taken
from other point of view
once the giving was over
the sucker took the hook
seems he wanted to cook
enticement was all it took
look, it is in the thick book
it says, by hook or by crook.

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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.