CATCH MY DRIFT

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If you catch my drift


I was drifting in my dream, the current took me

I did not resist the flow, a matter of wait and see

when it comes to the crunch, I'll need the energy

to snap out of a situation that don't render free.








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QUIETUS

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Q U I E T U S

From a personal point of view

I'm madly in love with my maker

who also happens to be my taker

who I shall inevitably be joined with

my one and only beloved, the quietus.

With such comforting certitude awaiting

patiently, from the other side of the pane

my passing will be the most assuring token

may this poem turn out to be a genuine omen

such a heartfelt promise can never be forsaken.

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MISFIT

My old friend Michael had a heart attack

they called me from the hospital, I rushed

he was a heavy smoker, they might bypass

he looked pale and exhausted, worried I was

'anything I can do for you, anything''... I asked'

'get a cigarette' he pleaded, 'I am dying for one'.

The Survival of the Misfit

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The contrast between

high thinking and low living

measured in cigarette butts!.

Meanwhile time is running in

and running out... in and out

In ironic opposition

things are evolving

after all he's still breathing

and smoking and kicking

the king of the time being

will soon be choking!.

As we sit and stare

at time running out

one more cigarette

is what this is all about.

We do not have to

rave and shout

but on this issue

we have no doubt

that if he quits

he is in

or else

he is out!.

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FAITH IN FATE

Faith in Fate

Ardor is subtle when taken in gullibility

with purity, innocence and also naivety 

alongside passion, comes vulnerability

should it crumble, there will be no pity

romance in bloom, such is pure delight

must cherish beloved to keep it in sight

faith is delicate, can be distorted by fate 

so strong yet fragile, should treat it right.

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DOWN THE SLOPE

Time Scratcher

Just awakened from a dream

as fresh in my mind as can be, 

first was a little ball rolling down a slope

like a snowball growing and accelerating

gaining size and speed, started glowing

and then a miraculous thing occurred 

as I was running out of time, I managed

to stretch time faster than the momentum,

speed was gathered, a quickening triggered

a dormant reaction, a latent force awakened

traveling in time was easily handled

as manifested clearly once I opened my eyes

the dream that I had dreamed a moment ago

was way ahead of me in a projected thereafter

if this isn't time travel, what else could it be

just the reverse of deja vu, when I get there

I will be arriving to where I am heading today

only a while ago, as though this was yesterday.

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PROVOCATEUR

Provocateur 

I have discovered idiotic idioms in my mouth

which were indiscriminately uttered tonight

I have been chewing those out bite by bite

just as a mouth to mouth tongue delight

since I have nothing else  I wish to hide

will you be willing to come for a ride?.

BEHOLDER

Eye of the Beholder

Captured in this instance 

suspended between intervals

a blink of an eye in slow motion 

biting time, a pull here, a push there

in a flash it goes, as though it never was

but something was captured, an impression

which alters perception, accordingly in quantum

what appears is only relative to that moments catch

with infinite possibilities in store at perceptions stretch.

NIGHT SKY

Night sky high

A falling star

shooting past

undetected

so far.

Can you catch

with your eyes

the tail end

of the dust

particles

spreading

backwards in time?

Over there

the remnants

of the once supernova

a wild comet

destination oblivion

shooting fast

shooting past

your weary eyes.

Catch... a glance

of light

in your sight

press the shutter

freeze the flame

hold this moment

seal the time

before it fades.

DISPLAY

Display

Something is burning  

without flames  

somebody must be  

playing games.  

Ashes turning  

into dust  

invisible dreams  

beneath the crust  

Birds are singing  

so we must  

hear the whispers  

of the past  

find new meaning  

in ancient trust  

Time is burning  

here at last  

life is changing  

changing fast.

THICK AND THIN

Thick and thin

I ask the winds    

to take my words    

to places yet unknown    

through the tracks of dust    

and memories of passage.    

Places in the here and now,  

the past...the future and all    

from the ink stains  

and annals of creation    

to the micro chips  

and galaxies of regeneration    

I have arrived here  

with cautious discretion.    

So far I have been riding the railways  

within the terrain of life  

with all its strife.    

I shall be meeting a dark stranger soon    

a mysterious hero,  

death as we call it...the quietus.    

I must again and again, without strain,  

refrain and abstain from pain,  

then again...there is no such temptation  

as going insane...    

given half the chance to dance  

to the rhyhm of my tune.    

I heard the deejay pull the plug  

and play a song for me.    

I shall submerge into this chord,  

emerge from a deep sleep  

beyond which the eyes can see  

despite the prevailing mist,  

the long stretch across the frets  

where the going is rough  

will soon be smoothened over  

by the solidity of my resolve.  

I assure the World of this  

and implore the winds to grant me  

this historically unprecedentad opportunity  

of transposing wholeness  

where it would instantly make a dent  

way within,  

through the thick and thin of my dreams.



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TIMEPLAY

ARTIST STATEMENT

Artist's statement

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My art emerges without any deliberate intention.  

Not a single stroke is foreseen.  

All are dictated by immediate impulses  

the faintest tremblings of signals  

coming from the depth of my being.  

What proceeds is the gradual emergence  

and recording of unpremeditated imagery.  

This is a mode of expression  

that fully satisfies the eye  

by achieving rhythmic unity.  

What counts is the spontaneous, the impulsive.  

My drawings become what they are.  

Like poetry the lines, the forms rhyme  

and strive to become animated.  

All is constantly changing as it is being created  

and when it is over it goes on changing and living  

according to the state of mind and perception  

of whatever... whoever is looking at it.  

I am not merely the executor of my art  

I live my work!

FORBIDDEN ANGELS

Primal stream

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Stranded on an island called exile  

where the self inflicted pain  

makes the itch of longing remain  

unscratchable ever again!.  

As I wander on primary rocks  

searching for my maker in gratitude  

for stuffing my mind with empty thought  

and an "easy come, easy go" attitude.  

Yet I insist on demanding peace  

without an apocaliptic struggle  

but with a good old primal scream.  

I reach out, longing still  

within the language of stones,  

for a breathe of fresh air,  

as I walk that lonely walk  

up and down in rapid pace  

searching for a place  

where I shall face  

the choice of my own making.  

I have no time to rest  

till the incoming test  

hits me at best  

where it hurts.  

I am here with hope  

to be able to cope  

as the outgoing tide  

will take away and hide  

those turbulent thoughts  

while voices keep on falling  

from the corner of my eyes  

I can hear the silent cries  

of forbidden angels.

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EYEPLAY

The puppet had no more  
than two eyes.  
To the ordinary person  
a right & a left eye  
to you and me and to all  
makers and discoverers  
an interior  
&  
an exterior eye.  
To those who demand  
further information...  
an eye which saw from  
the tip of his nose  
to the distant stars  
another eye which saw  
what was within...  
from the tip of his memory  
to the sparkle  
deep in his dreams.  
As for the puppet  
to him there was  
just one eye.  
The meeting point  
of two cycles  
where horizons curve  
into each other  
where the eye  
is the sparkle  
and the sparkle  
the star.  
With this eye  
the puppet played  
towards this eye  
the puppet flowed.  
The eye which was  
his cultivated potentials  
the meaning of  
his never ending search.  
Fulfillment  
contentment  
tranquility.  
As the passing years  
carved wrinkles  
into his face  
the eyes would get  
closer to each other  
until the day  
when  
right at the center  
of his forehead  
where his eyebrows met  
the eyes would eclipse  
and like a cyclone  
the puppet would make  
'enormous sounds of joy'  
 
YYYYyyyyaaaaaalllllllllllppppp!!!

Again and again

Too many things to do  
when you  
waking up to the  
vacuuuuuuuuuuume  
surrounding the nucleus  
of your being  
set aside the dreams  
that only moments ago  
part of your being  
snort twice  
turn arrrrrrroooooooound  
you beast  
you ungrateful  
you undevoted  
thing  
to your past!  
You angel you  
you unresentful  
you unregretable  
you creature  
of the time being you.  
Who may I be  
to pass judgement  
but the echo  
which strikes twice  
and once again  
and again..  
till you turn  
to the other side  
there  
you see  
you do not snort no more.  
Wrapped as you are  
with sorrow and solitude  
well disguised  
in pearls & rubies.  
Busy.. busy ...  
always almost  
carrying messages  
of faith and glory  
from times past  
to times to come.  
No more to say  
not much to do  
but snore again  
as aging wings  
armfuls of them  
from me to you.  

SHADOW PLAY
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Shapes and shadows  
all dark and gray  
came out of their windows  
and started to pray  
as I floated along  
in my little spaceship  
thinking to myself  
all time long  
have I done something wrong?.  
Which button must I press  
to relieve my muscles  
from this stress  
which hand should I use  
to stop my hair fall.  
Yellow people in street corners  
asked me which way to go  
and one by one I answered them  
" there's nowhere to go ".  
When I realised I was on Earth  
some strange feeling came up to me  
I uncurled myself all over this place  
and let the grey sleep by me  
and let the streets feed by me  
It felt just fine to be so free.
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As I wake up

In my sleep late last night  

I imagined dreaming a dream  

of waking up into this love story

as I was strolling through obscurity  

I slipped into a mode of sentimentality

where I discovered you in my mentality

as I was reaching out for a slice of reality

I dreamt of waking up from boring banality

only to dream of sleeping with you in intimacy.

  

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Loveplay

The bitter sweet twist of life  
has touched me once again  
I must refrain from nothing!  
Still, quietly I summon myself  
to take a seat  
at the throne of the sublime  
where indulgence  
will only exist  
in serving  
and so hopefully  
sharing  
that very sacred thing  
called love.  

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