SUBORIGINAL

A grotesque version of life’s discarded reverie
Conjuring Suboriginal art, just to set them free
Interactions of sharing means the World to me
www currents may deem what they seem to be
take my art for a ride for the entire World to see.

CROCODILE TEAR

The pitiful grievances I sometimes hear 
goes through one ear but does not clear
gets stuck in the mind, therefore I fear
it may not come out from the other ear
so I wash it down with a crocodile tear.

IMPLICATION

The depth of your being
encompasses hidden forces
with the potential of expanding
the traits which are on the surface.
What was suppressed can be provoked
latent powers emerge once they're evoked
those dormant energies can easily be tapped
once they are detected and carefully unwrapped.
On one hand there will be many benefits to contend
yet such an intricate process should inevitably depend
on an attitude, the purpose of what a person might intend
whether it is to dominate, exterminate or correct and amend.

UNRAVELLED

Deciphering the hidden aspects of an automatic doodle
Scrutinizing, elaborating and expounding the intricacies 
Cutting edge digital touch up, the Primitive Modernized
Instincts intuitively interpreted over imagination stimulus 
Quantum perception unfolding in the eyes of the witness.

LIVING DEAD

In modern times, less babies die at birth
The life span of a person is longer now
Yet more people are dead before they die
They give up the right to be who they are
Because they line up and submit to a lie.

DIVE OF NO RETURN

A vast realm of the primordial, an ingoing terrain
Only the subject who takes a dive can penetrate
The level of sanity is tested for preposterous gain
Either surface from the opposite end of the scope
Or submit to downright constraint, a detained pain
Clinging hopelessly to an identity starving for hope
Unless one can cope, the lunatic will remain insane.

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TIME TRAVEL DREAM

I jumped out of a crazy dream

my heart beating way too fast

I have arrived here going past

what is present was seen last.

A snowball rolling down a slope

picking up speed, accelerating

gaining size, growing and glowing

swallowing everything on it's path.

Suddenly an amazing thing happened

since I had been running out of time

I automatically stretched the moments

while more speed was being gathered.

A latent potent dream kicked into action

I was traveling in time through a suction

back and forth in the moment of fraction

what I saw was the future, not just fiction.

Manifesting instant as my eyes opened

the dream that I had just experienced

protruded with an hardened landing

ahead of me in a projected standing.

I caught up with an envisioned future

unfolding beneath this lucid dream

a reversal of a 'de ja vu’ happening

I have already seen the next coming

whether it arrives, there is no telling.

SHIFTING

Sooner or later a need for change emerges
must reconsider values, make adjustments
stakes can be lowered, the course altered
a new person reborn with mind wide open
might as well be the change one is hoping
we should put an end to needlessly coping
with a new beginning, let the cherubim sing.

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DOWN TO EARTH

Our life is like a kind of journey where 
the landscape fosters a different view 
from that which was presented at first 
changes again and again until the end
we often have new wishes to entertain
which we often find on a different path
than the one which started our pursuit.
Rather than finding what was expected
pleasure, happiness, joy & satisfaction
we have acquired experience & insight
which is a tangible & permanent thing
far better than illusions always fleeting.

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PARTICIPATION MYSTIQUE

Mystical aspects of a person

encompasses dormant forces

with the potential of expanding

traits which are on the surface 

attached to uncharted regions.

Torpid forces promptly conjured

as latent powers swiftly alerted

arcane prospects are detected

dreaming eyes thus awakened

sharply piercing in the darkened

instant access astutely attained.





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DOODL'ART

 Doodling has been one of my oldest habits,

well over half a century I have scribbled

scratching surfaces, drawing on the sand 

wood, paper, the steam on glass surfaces.

When hands move without a conscious direction 

without intention, spontaneous fast finger play.

We all doodle, even a dot . a line - a circle 

a square, while the mind is elsewhere

between daydreaming and lucid dreaming 

in a mind space inhibited by habits 

automatic, unconscious gestures, tendencies

as picking noses, chewing fingernails, scratching

some are nasty habits, could be revolting

others can be rather useful, therapeutic, creative 

exposing hidden aspects, revealing latent potentials 

I consider Doodling to be a benevolent habit

the foundation, the backbone of my art form

Suboriginal Art emerges out of scrutinized doodles.

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SURVEY

Do you have the patience to wait
till the mud settles, the water clears?
Can you remain calm and detached
when you are facing imminent fear?
Can you turn off intense feelings
at the peek of a temper tantrum?
Can you hear me loud and clear
when I whisper down your ear?.





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PROJECT UNDERDOG

The purpose of society is to cultivate
a full flowering of the individuals within it. 
To put the society before the individual
is seemingly confusing ends and means.
The ultimate mission of us all who are
the living human residents of this World
is to prepare the basis for life to sprout
in a loving, caring, friendly environment.
The vast majority of humanity on Earth
still deprived, most have also been in denial
stubbornly convinced they own their children
while they authoritatively enforce their beliefs
with dogma and bias onto the new generation.
Adults are custodians to children of mankind
each one of us can be here with open hearts
wide open arms for those who have no voice.
The beloved is emerging with every birth of life
we need celebrate this most genuine observance
guide the new generation to rise to human potentials
by delivering a clean, civilized, enlightened generation.
This is the challenge of the spirit, our innermost requisite
we shall find peace when we experience a change of heart
only when we would cease to feel separate from one another.

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NIGHTMARE

I saw reflections of my thoughts
in the mirror of streaming words
as I reached out for a black pearl
at the mouth of the big bad oyster.
It slipped out, sinking down deep
I dived head first, my ears ringing
eyes searching for a color long lost
a dark reflection impacted my eyes.
I locked on it blindly, barely clinging
guided by my instincts, arms stretched
with a reflexed touch I snatched the pearl
hence it grabbed me back, firmly dragging
through a cavity, right into a deepening hole
I woke up just before the fall, it is all I recall.

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SOLACE

A reluctant faith approaches an unknown fate
after all, the universe is unfolding as it should 
worse things may happen for the best reasons 
there is a prevailing balance in the opposites
ride with the surf, follow the flow of the grain
at the razor's edge of the inner and the outer
cycles within cycles expand in quantum ways
whatever will be will be, why count your days?.

NO MATTER WHAT

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 won't be able to go past

dubious extinctions happening so 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 true troth with ease

we should be able to live life as we please.

MAKE-BELIEVE

Some of us have been locked up in personality
only in deepest dreams may truth show its face
we know very well the false aspect of our nature
yet, we often hide behind a disguised disposition.
Vanity demands, we dress up to appropriate attire
to have an appearance of what we supposedly are
strange as this may sound, we are willfully impaired
by assumed distinctions as they are being compared.

WHERE THE LOBSTERS ARE

Wondering deep in the ocean 

out of touch from the shore 
turned over, laid on my back 
a streaming poem beckoned me
imploring that I should turn back...
back to life.. back to the land.
Yet another voice from above
reminding me there is a home
somewhere deep down there
where my eyes can not see
there is a bed in the ocean floor
just for me, cool, crisp, lobsterly.
Suddenly the shadow of a boat
blocks the Sun from my face
they were looking for a lost log
the coast guards spotted a dog,
a poet sinking deep and deeper,
a sign, an indication of hope.
They should have let me be,
I wasn’t asking for any help!.
They won't leave you alone
in the wide open ocean.
They pull me up on deck
give me the mouth to mouth,
some call me lucky - crazy,
they interrogate thoroughly,
but I have one answer to give,
my reason drowned a while back
now resting on the ocean floor.
I was diving for some reasoning
where the lobsters are,
deep down there >>>>>>>>>>.

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SOB

The futile grievance I sometimes hear 
goes through one ear but does not clear
gets stuck in the mind, sometimes I fear
it may not come out from the other ear
less I wash down the frown with a tear.

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QUERY

I ask myself what is my intention

why do I bother to post another

reminder of man made disaster,

will it flak the established order?.

The truth is relative to the watcher

the adept don’t listen to a preacher,

my intention is not to be a teacher,

I am simply a self abiding creature.

Just a weary passer by, sharing surmise

seeking surety, getting satisfaction thus

here now, gone tomorrow, not to surprise

could I change the World after my demise?.

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