REQUISITE

An ironic rise from epitome of disguise

in the process of life, it helps to be wise

together we must find the basis of trust

otherwise we will not be able to go past

galling obstacles that are gathering fast.

This requisite is based on a common need

there is plenty of stuff that we can concede

as custodians of nature, a wonderful deed

only after we assume this troth with ease

we should be able to live life as we please.

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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

rage might erode the vessel

less you harness this feeling

with gloom you’ll be dealing.

Making use of intense passion

an abundance of pure emotion

a keenly applied potent potion

could impact the entire ocean.

Once heated, temper ignites

spreading emotional delights

can lure a wild mood swing 

into an dark, ominous thing. 

The arrow aimed by a seraph

right at the centre of the heart

once stricken by an angel's fire

things hated could turn to love.

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TOUCH & GO

All I have is just a thread
separating me from here and there
I am holding on to the very end
of this space between birth and death.
I once, reached out at standing words
grabbed a few before they got stranded,
now I am all ears at this second calling.
This bottled note rolling on the floor
will serve as a last drop of sustenance
reserved for such a special occasion.
My intervention will be a last ditch effort
to loosen up this tightening tension.
Should I disturb this rioting silence
my insertion will be of the very need
to command a demanding attention.
Before I let go, let me make a go
"One more kiss if you please!".

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PSYCHIC EXCRETION

Our mind needs to go to the restroom constantly
to empty the excess of garbage that accumulates
when we go to sleep this takes place automatically
memories wrapped in thought pouring out of dreams
entangled episodes in knots, keep clogging our brains.
Meditation helps release heavy junk that remain behind
the pressure of them disturbing thoughts clinging to mind
consciously removing weight, off with delusions of torment
must attain stillness in the mind, holding it with deep breath
just a matter of filling the vacuum with crystal clear thoughts
single pointedness, sharp focus as breath refreshing the heart
released effortlessly, slowly letting go of the accumulated stuff.

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COALESCENCE

What's inside can also be found outside, all is in the whole 
Opposite ends of polarity probed, microcosm - macrocosm
Horizons curve into each other as infinity stretches eternity
Time does not go further, since the beginning is at the end
Accordingly, the world below might open to worlds beyond
when quantum potentials are simultaneously synchronized.

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BARE NAKED

Getting rid of the phoney self is not an easy task

It has taken years to develop a convincing mask

Such safety measures necessitate much disguise

Why can't we all be living in the nude, dare I ask?.

The conditioning takes place at an early age

People are groomed to dress up every stage

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

Should people ignore the rules they are made to dread.

I rather not just be bare naked, but also totally transparent 

Which would make me vulnerable, this is rather apparent

I persist in being true to myself, should this be the case

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

WHEEL OF FORTITUDE

Within a momentary span of time

I borrowed yesterday from tomorrow

Altering the past, in the here and now

Spinning the wheel, turning it at will

Until it comes to rest, I'm staying still.

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RECLUSE

Voluntary confinement is a valiant quest

Outside of the established pecking digest

A space where nothing could entirely rest

In such absence presides the holy guest

Lacking in presence, but as real as can be

Empty, though there may be myriad to see.

Existing exiled from the established way

Is a blessing in disguise, in a funny way

Freedom can always be a choice to take

Not just imposition for some other’s sake

But humility, reverence and deep solitude

Can embrace absence with such attitude.

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HANDLE WITH CARE

Ardor is subtle when enticed eagerly
with purity and clarity, full heartedly
alongside passion comes vulnerability
should it crumble, there will be no pity.
Romance in bloom, such is pure delight
must cherish beloved, hold on to it tight
faith is liable, can be challenged by fate
fragile and delicate, should treat it right.

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MACRO-MICRO

The further we go out in the universe
The deeper we see inside a particle
When horizons curve into each other
The meeting point of counter cycles
Is where we may find the true answer.

AGE OF SHARING

The established order has favoured the lusty

the prey could resist and the shark will insist

survival of the fittest is the accustomed way

the bigger fish will swallow the smaller ones.

We are the threshold of a universal change

anyone can casually interface in cyberspace

at this time and space this is not so strange

the world wide web is at everybody’s range.

This age of sharing is the outcome of caring

this might take daring, should we be willing

there may be eminent change in the making

a renaissance in the near future is emerging.

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NEXUS PLEXUS

The universe is contracting and expanding simultaneously
Erratically, a push here, a pull there, occur inadvertently
While we regress implicitly trying to to avoid confusion
The illusion of the illusion of the illusion of an illusion
Tending as we might, to the solidity of our resolve
The quantum equation, the riddle to be solved
Hence, the whole plexus might be involved.

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METAMORPHOSIS

The grotesque visions of a life's discarded reverie
Alienated from the cultural roots, wanting to be free
Holding on to the body, eyes wide open, but can't see
The soul has taken to ether, yet the mind won't let it be
A transient entity, grudgingly clinging to genetic memory
The psyche yearns to leave but the mind clings stubbornly
Spirit longing for eternity yet unable to leave indiscriminately
The entity need shed density, lighten up and rise past periphery.

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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.