UTOPIAN NEW WORLD ORDER

Utopian New World Order

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The ones that had the gore, violence and all

would use brute force, weapons and more

cunning was applied, reinforced with time

to wipe out the peaceful and innocent folk.

Power of force was the way conquests were made

history be the witness only that too was changed

each conquerer had a brand new version to dictate

with heroism of the brave, the old orders did change.

This has variations that continue to this day

the vested interests always have had their say

with subtle scrutiny the herds are made to pay

it is high time for total change, I'll rave if I may.

There has been attempts, revolutions as such

but human nature won, which didn't amount to much

the rebel when able, become the next kin of tyrant

the same debris won the game, I am disposed to rant.

What the future holds, some argue is all the same

whoever succeeds in popularity attains such fame

the ones who are left behind are considered lame

the winner has it all, to the loser comes the shame.

Equal footing for all with total willing participation

an end to race, religion, nation, the abomination

let culture and the arts become the rainbow fashion

where each individual blossoms to be a decent person.

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STATE OF PUPPETRY

State of Puppetry
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The initiation is brief
thoroughly executed
indubitably applied
ruthlessly injected
to willing consumers
soldiers of misfortune
brains whitewashed
cleared from intuition
then laced accordingly
with applicable program
solid loyalty established
unconditional obedience
to pre established master
glorifying martyrdom
promoted meticulously
fanatical, fearless, gutsy
subservient at full capacity
with unswerving docility
a police coated policy
present state of zealotry
is a haunting perplexity
this new order of bigotry
offering security to some
the sign of times to come.

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PUSH & SHOVE

PUSH & SHOVE 

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A tender stroke followed by a slick punch

gently petting the tush, then kicking the butt

a kiss on the cheek, chased by a slap on the face

the art of easing the tension by oozing out the pain

do not be vain, there is no gain in driving one insane

the dubious thing, there is much animosity in this activity

yet humanity is guilty of harboring such outrageous cruelty.

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PROJECT UNDERDOG SOCIETY OF HUMANITY

An invitation to collective affirmation.
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Planet Earth is a once in a lifetime experience
for all the residents alive now, sharing life
we are all visitors here, passing through time
makes you wonder why is it that we struggle
why this survival trip rather than enjoying it?.
We are not born in equal footing, but so what
there are challenges, hell is alongside heaven
overpopulation, starvation, possession issues
and on and on we go, reasoning Adam and Eve
paradise lost, ashamed to be natural, jealousy
ego, lust, desire, greed, fear, authority, hierarchy,
territories, boarders, defensive offensive pastures
attitudes, religions that distort, cunning is applied
divide and conquer, power over each other, biases
exploitation, need for power, enslaving each other
what on Earth for, don't we know any better?.
At this stage in our evolution this is clear enough
Utopia or bust, androids, robots, also the insects
may inherit a wrecked planet, they might survive
or we could literally realize the joy of the butterfly
with scientific know how, with knowledge at hand
intelligence and wisdom, freedom and responsibility
hand in hand, we could also get there my friend
what would it take, this is what we need to affirm,
we are not a finished process, we may achieve this.

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THREATENED SANITY

Threatened Sanity

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When the dark clouds move in

the Moon, the Sun, go to hiding

into a deep sleep, now abiding.

I have watched the skies bleed

from arrows aimed at dreams

In the midst of a lightning strike

when the sky was torn apart, 

scattering clouds in a rush

as they hovered like dark angels

emerging from a tearful sky.

Let them wash away those memories

I want to forget things I have seen

I want to whitewash the stained skin

all the disturbing places I have been, 

for the sake of my threatened sanity.

Those thoughts that mock me way within

causing resentments I do not want or need

astounding dreams sabotaged by plain envy

waking up only to realize that you can't embrace 

whoever, whenever, however you would like to trust

which makes me want to let go of all my expectations.

Is not the art of receiving in the sincerity of the offering 

the act of sharing can blossom with the intent of serving 

the fun of life is in the here and now, should be enjoying

so what's the matter, why is it, what is it we are denying?

Let us let all our dreams shine across throughout the sky.

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ONE LAST CALL

One Last Call

Vicious cycles

repeating over

and over again.

One final war

must be waged

on the causes

of all the wars

being staged.

Not just any war

but a just war

for once and all

let's take a stand

hand in hand

to put an end

to such abuse

on planet Earth.

At the edge we stand

with the end at hand

survival will depend

o
n the knack to bend

have message to send

need some help friend

we must stop this trend.





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FORBIDDEN ANGELS

Forbidden Angels

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Stranded on an island called exile 

where the self inflicted pain 

makes the itch of longing remain 

hard to scratch, ever again!. 

As I wander on primary rocks 

searching for my maker in gratitude 

for stuffing my mind with ample thought 

and an "easy come, easy go" attitude. 

Yet I persist on demanding peace 

not with an apocalyptic struggle 

but with a good old primal scream. 

I remain stretched, reaching out

for a vision uncharted in a dream

obscured but viable as might seem.

Faintly, I walk that lonely walk 

within the language of stones

up and down in torrid pace 

searching for a time, a place 

where I can ultimately face 

the choice of my own making. 

I have just enough hope to cope

with the bait at the end of my rope

as the outgoing tide 

will take away and hide 

those turbulent thoughts.  

As images keep on falling 

from the corner of my eyes 

I can hear the sighs

of forbidden angels 

shedding silent cries

for wasted strangers.

TO WHOM THIS MIGHT CONCERN

I have been sticking my neck out
for no other reason than freedom
of expression, of justice, of rights...
to call yourself a poet you must get
this right, the human right to speak out
not like a blubbe mouth but like a proud
to be human, a poet must be able to speak aloud
no need to shout, no need to beat around the bush
but you must push the issue of truth and integrity
otherwise just write your half ass poetry, that is fine
but don't call yourself a poet just because you rhyme!.

 I said what's in my mind before I run out of time..

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 I would like to explain myself if I may. I realize there is an attitude in what I have written that can be seen as arrogance, who indeed is to judge, everyone is entitled to a point of view. When I read in the media the word Syrian rebels, I think of Albert Camu's point of view on a rebel, I am a rebel by that definition but those murdering terrorists who tear out hearts and eat them, those vicious fanatics are an insult to the word 'rebel' yet they are being called rebels. So much for words, we know what integrity is, be true to yourself, poets had to become clowns throughout history just to get into the king's favor, to become court jesters so they could say to the king what others did not dare, eventually they would catch the king in a bad mood and off with their heads. Today it is all about 'what is in it for me' attitude, money and box office call the shots, it is show bizz time, entertainment rocks. When you call yourself a poet just to get a kick, have fun, in a way I feel contempt, not that what you are doing is wrong, of course not, but us poets are personalities, characters, symbols, only few are left in this World who dare say it the way it is, not for money or entertainment, not for a selfish reason, this is a calling from deep within, many have been imprisoned, tortured and killed by authority figures for just doing that. I have had such friends. This is a matter of integrity and sensitivity. When somebody in society asks me what I do and I answer 'I am a poet' they sometimes laugh at me and say, 'I am a poet too, come on, what do you do for a living'. 
This is the state of awareness in some circles today. 
I have said enough!.

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AN EASY PACE

An easy pace

Streaming verse is flowing, as in the water rippling 

swaying between lucid dreaming and day dreaming

swinging in a gentle daze, back and forth wavering

throwing a quick gaze, this, that and the thereafter

here now, gone later, back again, a touch of a push

the throw of the dice never resting, rolling, swirling

we are going to levitate some day, only anticipating

taking it easy meanwhile,simply sterling this whirling 

our head has stopped turning as we are not yearning.

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IN A JIFFY

In a Jiffy

A repose amongst fleeting visions
in an interval, a moment, an instance
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 instantaneous capture
as infinite possibilities are instigated in a moment's flicker.

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PROJECT UNDERDOG

Project Underdog - Society of Humanity

The purpose of society is to promote 
a full flowering of the individuals within it. 
To put the society before the individual 
is to confuse ends and means. 

The ultimate mission for us all 
who are the living human residents of this Earth 
is to prepare the groundwork for life to sprout 
within a loving, friendly environment. 

The big majority of humanity today are still deprived 
and most are also in denial. 
They still believe they own their children 
and are authoritatively enforcing their beliefs 
their prejudices and convictions on them. 
This is practiced regularly with complete justification 
even by highly accomplished and educated people. 

All human beings born into this life are 

‘the children of mankind’. 

Every human being should be here with open hearts 
open arms for those who have no voice, 
no choice and no fault. 

The beloved is born each time a child is born. 
It is our celebration, our most genuine observance 
to help our children grow to their potentials. 

We are by no means a finished process, 
we can in the future deliver a clean, 
clear and enlightened generation. 

We could make true civilization 
if we experience a change of heart 
and cease to feel separate from one another.



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PSYCHIC AUTOMATISM

When my hands move without conscious direction
the scribbles that surface are semiconscious.
My drawings are unintentional, not premeditated
as in poetry, the lines and the forms find a rhyme

automatically they 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 whoever is looking at it in that moment of time.

Doodl'art

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SUBORIGINAL ART MANIFESTO

THE "SUBORIGINAL ART" MOVEMENT

I ask the cyber winds to take my work to places yet unknown.

What goes around comes around, such is my attitude. 

A new art form named, 'SUBORIGINAL ART'

The root cause, pure psychic automatism

the finishing touches involve scrupulous

cutting edge fantastic digital techniques

the polarity of Primitive-Modern contrast.

The purpose of my work is to stimulate

provoke the imagination of the perceiver.

I do not necessarily copyright my work 

apart from the virtue of the authenticity.

I hereby declare it to be free for anyone

to copy print, add to it, expand on it,

unconditionally, no strings attached.

SUBORIGINAL ART MANIFESTO

I have composed the word SUBORIGINAL 

to which the dictionaries have no definition, 

I hereby use my poetic license to declare it 

the innovative definition of my art form.

This notice serves as registry, copyright

warranty, attitude & all linguistic claims.

1/1/2000 VincyKamberk@Hotmail.ca

Vensan Kamberk

NAMASTE

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