LUCID DREAMA

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 sleep of sentimentality
conjuring your presence in my mentality
as I was reaching out for an exquisite reality
I dreamt of waking up cuddled with your deity
despite dreaming of sleeping with you intimately.

TO FUTURE GENERATIONS

To the future generations
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The established order is all about survival
the prey will resist and the shark will insist
this has been the way so far, repetitious 
ten thousand year cycles of shark and prey.
We are at the threshold of a major change
the entire World can now voice in exchange
interacting on line, communicating openly.
The choice is to make a friendly voice
person to person, beyond preconception
beyond divisions of nation and religion
beyond selling products, winning games
scoring points, competing for trophies.
The notion of finding a common ground
in order to attain harmonious coexistence.
Let us hope that eventually animals, plants
and all life forms residing on planet Earth
will be participants interacting as a whole
then Earth will truly be a wonderful place.
Each time a beloved arrives to this World
the divine is born to be nurtured in kind
by the inhabitants of planet Earth in mind.

BIRTH_DEATH ECLIPSE

Have you seen yourself in transit
halfways through your life's journey
going back to birth, the reverse way
step by by step the past is traced
which has passed is now witnessed
by quantum eyes once life is over.
If you ever recall crossing yourself
you will know half your life is over
yet what your crossed self can tell
is out of reach, can not be revealed
what was done can not be undone
but you can deduct the time you have

as you only once cross at the centre.

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FALL LEAF

I have seen colours changing before my eyes
saffron shades covering a leaf before it dies
seeking an answer but I still don't know why
I must let go of expectations before I can fly.

Once a young bud heading for luscious blossom
eager to cuddle the contents of an inviting bosom
later an aging stud starting to feel rather lonesome
the youth of the matter is when it don't get tiresome.

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SPOKEN WORD

It doesn't have to be your secret to share
besides whoever would you care to spare
who that can take it, who that would dare
really gives a darn and most certainly care
regarding the truth, nothing but the truth
music to the ears who have the gut to face
bona fide seed is indeed prime fruit in need
where word is spoken with a token of heed.

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GAME PLAN

By the looks of it, frogs like it luke warm

slow cooking simmer, on the back burner

nice and steady, easy does it, stir gently

with kid gloves on, a delicate procedure

not an inkling wasted, each drop counts

a palatable outcome, in modest amounts. 

RIPPLE

Streaming verse rushing past, must write this fast

swaying between lucid dreaming and day dreaming

swinging like a twisted wave, back and forth wavering

throwing a quick gaze at here, there, the thereafter

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

swirling, whirling, at the crest of a cyclical lingering

witnessing fall illusions as an invisible array of visions.

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HAPPENING

Happening

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A point of view is a serious liability 

when approaching the hereafter

While the inner and the outer 

are in the process of coalescing 

an awakening is in the making

an objective view will consider 

all possibilities in the taking

there is no point contemplating

as first hand exploit is occurring.

SUBORIGINAL ART

Suboriginal Art - Automatism with an edge
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Between abstraction & psychic expression 
the surface becomes a place for conjuring images
Primitive - Modern; from the caves to the stars
raw material expanded to refined civilization
the interval between the past and the future
rendered as a quantum perceivable procedure.

We skin dive through our dreams
into the ocean of the mind
where primordial elements are prevalent
here, our genetic memory is at our fingertips
our eyes are open, they guide the hands
not an instant of hesitation
in the absence of premeditation
not a single stroke can be foreseen.

As hands move without conscious direction
over a blank sheet of paper
spontaneous imagery emerges
as though through a trance
a mode of lucid day dreaming
with eyes open as in sleepwalking.

The depth of our being encompasses
dormant powers as hidden forces
with the potential of increasing those
which are apparently on the surface.

Suboriginal art is a means of capturing
in order to submit them if necessary
to the scrutiny of our reasoning
hence, exploring and expanding
with the aid of cutting edge tools
to the satisfaction of artistic merit.

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A PASSIONATE PLEA

A passionate plea
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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 creamed by fate
so strong yet fragile, should treat it right.

FUR BENEATH THE SKIN

Fur Beneath the Skin
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A feast of memories 
little bites of hot stories
spread out all over a table
tasty mind bits, delicious eats
those are for real not just a fable
no hidden meaning, facts in the raw
cold cuts, roasted nuts, plenty of toast
also the well cooked, somewhat overlooked
a bagger's banquet you shouldn't get spooked
there are some too spicy which may tackle fancy
not a drop of blood is spilled, here is the real deal
no need to steal, you could eat as much as you will
some memos may be tough just because they're rough
skinny dip your fingers in the abundance of exotic sauces
as you get deep and deeper you may say enough is enough
there was fur under the skin in some places that I have been.

END OF THE LINE

End of the Line
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All there is left is just a thread
separating me from all of you
I am holding on to the very end
of the gap between black and blue.
Before I let go let me make a go
"one more kiss if you please".
I might as well loonie this loop
and reach out at standing words
before they all get stranded.
I am all ears at this second calling
a bottle rolling empty on the floor
has served as a drop of sustenance
reserved for such a dire occasion.
Should I disturb this rioting silence
my insertion is out of the very need
to command a demanding attention.
My intervention is a last ditch effort
to loosen up this gathering tension.
Should you still have a reservation
close your lips, don't even mention.

THE PRICE OF AUTHENTICITY

The Price of Authenticity

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Getting rid of the phoney self is not an easy task

It has taken years to develop a convincing mask

Such safety measures must be taken just to bask

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 stage by 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 indecent behaviour 

In certain religions such conduct causes violent furor

Adam and Eve and the leaf are the established belief

Being true to one's birthright is beyond sobering relief.

Some female folk are forced to cover even their head

Others are forced to hide their body or they are dead

Much absurdity in religious dogma, is this not really sad

If people ignore the rules they are condemned to be bad.

I would like to be not just naked but also transparent 

Which would make me so vulnerable, this is apparent

Although I would like to be my true self in any event

In this World as it stands, I would be a terrible parent.

SCRATCHING THE SURFACE

Scratching the surface

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Beneath still waters

There is a strong undertow

The surface don't show

What the deep waters know.

Don't just scratch the surface

Move through it

The world below

Leads to worlds beyond.

Rubbing vigorously at high speed

Until a sparkle ignites the flare

In a span of time, flames galore

When the fire is on, the heat is there.

Only once we care, we need to dare

Take our chances, tear down the fences

Stop the pretences, overcome our fear

The uncharted explored with open mind.

CHANCE OF RESOLVE

On a table of roulette a fast feast has been set
The famished are offered a great deal you bet
With the spin of the wheel a spurious promise
They eat with their eyes, digesting in demise
Until they are fed up as a soothsayer could tell
Assessing just about all that is about to prevail
The leftovers of the beggar's banquet in detail.

SOOTHSAYER

Just awakened from a dream

as fresh in my mind as can be 

a little ball rolling down a slope

like a snowball accelerating

gaining size and picking speed

as it started growing and glowing

instantly this amazing thing happened

since I had been running out of time

I managed to stretch the momentum

thus more speed was gathered

triggering a gradual quickening

as latent forces were awakened

potent dormant sleepers kicked into action

traveling in time was becoming apparent

manifesting clearly once my eyes opened

the dream that I had dreamed a moment ago

protruded with the surfaced awakening

ahead of me in a projected thereafter

as I caught up with an envisioned future

unfolding beneath my lucid dream

a reversal of 'de ja vu' manifesting

where I am in the here and now present

is where I shall be arriving in due course

I have been rather puzzled of course 

which is a reason for such a discourse

having had a peek into a future source

divination has been a timely resource.

THE BOTTOM LINE

It is all about belonging isn't it ?
When we arrive to this world 
we are clearly informed
of what belongs to what
and who belongs to who.
As toddlers we suck the nipples
that belong to us and we belong to them.
Later our nation, religion enters the picture.
We are introduced to our territories
our boundaries our designated areas
our identities are spelled out for us
our names, our numbers, our birthmarks.
It is assumed without any doubt
our Earth is divided amongst many nations
who have throughout the centuries
been fighting wars to defend
or expand their territories.
Then there is the issue of money
who has it and how powerful it can be.
Just about anyone will do
just about anything to obtain it.
It is so powerful it can even coherse people
into becoming willing slaves.
Could a new arrival to this life have a say
on how things should fare in this World?.
This is the established order, this is the way
imposed on us, we are locked in it!.
For suffering many, mortality is a relief
while to their masters with money, it is hell.
Life has an irony, the paradox is the reality
Is anyone in charge of the big picture
or are those who appear to be in charge
more concerned about their grip on power
rather than well being and justice for all?.
It is high time we sort our priorities
nature is a part of us, where we belong
obviously we blundered this time
may be we'll have a chance next time
providing there will be another time
up and down the curtain, for certain
this could end with joy or in pain
CHANGE IS INEVITABLE.
weather silk or butterfly we shall be
is partly up to us and partly chance
which comes with change, how strange.
SUCH IS THE BOTTOM LINE.
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STREAMING THOUGHTS

Streaming Thoughts in Spontaneous Coherence; o > o = 8
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What I am observing as material bodies are just shapes 
Variations in the structure of space, the physical aspects 
Particles are just appearances, never what they seem to be
The World is given to me as a whole, not one here and one there 
Subject and object are simply one, such is my experience in time
The barrier between them can not be said to have broken down 
As a result of recent scientific knowledge, cutting edge innovation
This barrier does not really exist. I sink as I think, as I dive deep.

I scratch my head as the circulation of my blood accelerates 
I have been striving, seeking meaning in truth versus reality 
The linguistic aspects, of the subjective and the objective angles
They overlap in depth of field,I seek answers by shifting polarities
The opposites unite, the contrasts blend,as I aim to communicate 
I am provoked to take this as far as it goes, stretching to eternity
I have acknowledged the truth to be as good as God,not vice versa
I have recognized quantum perception in my pursuit of certitude.

I need to have faith in myself, so I could generate the will power
All it takes is the the inclination, ardor, zest, energy, the passion
I have arrived to this conclusion through a spiritual point of view 
Since I want to see what I wish to see, thus my focus stays on this
Whereas the truth is the whole, also including what I do not know.
I am not capable of seeing the entire truth, I have limited capacity
Vulnerable and humble, I wish to be honest with my true self
Rather than the egocentric confidence of my ego, my false self. 

VEGY STANCE

Vegetarian Stance
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Carrots dangling in front of the nose of my kin
as the skin of a beet was peeled way from within
once killed, vegetarian blood is most gladly spilled 
ginger and garlic thrown in, as I should be thrilled
drinking those freshly squeezed juices, what a treat
instantly ingested, washing down the hardened sin
since I stopped to eat those animals and their meat
but they are still being eaten which is a bit of a beat
such is life, with all the strife, as far as I have seen
I ask myself quite often "where else have you been?"
all those years, chewing on flesh without being keen
now that I have stopped this old habit, I feel so clean.

CRAP

A glimpse of the dealer 

with the corner of my eye

loading the rounds into the pie

placed in the groove of his palm

shaking them fierce, high and sly

like a wizardly buzzard in the sky.

Sssaasshhhaasssssssshhhtossshhaaa.

Them bones spinning in space until it die

falling flat down to earth, just like in birth

luck was ill chanced as snake eyes fell

when the roll came to rest I felt the test

I bit the bullet grudgingly, I bet to tell

it was a perilous blow, ruthlessly dealt 

under the belt so much pain was felt

I bit my tongue, no explosion heard

since, I have been growing a beard

waiting for the cost to get cleared.