DIRE STRAITS

When the stone sheds its tears 
then shall emerge the fallen one 
upon itself who seems to feed 
as a snake swallowing its tail
rattling with intimate venom
as a spider crying out loud
for its own measure
of pain and pleasure
as a scorpion circled with fire
committing suicide in the dire
should be crystal clear in a while
out in the open, there’s no denial
where there’s despair there’s fire
for every creature life is a trial
there are those who won't bend
incite their fate with their hand
compelled to have the last say
you can not be force-fed all day
wake up puppet, wake up play!.

BIRDS ARE SINGING HERE

Money coated vanity, indication of insanity
which serves to disseminate this life's irony
a mundane chatter of consumerist baloney
reveals what is genuine and what is phony. 
When the air is pure, the water crystal clear
mother nature is near, birds are singing here
how could there be any doubt as to what's dear
nothing should hinder a seer, not a trace of fear.

STREAMING THOUGHTS

In astronomy we scientifically observe the universe
yet in astrology we scrutinize the psychologic effects 
while the cosmos plays like a puppeteer on the whole
we are all recipients of innumerable forms of radiance
not just the Sun and the planets but also distant stars
galaxies light years away also glimmer from far away
mysterious influences dawning from stars in the sky
all make impact on our souls, our tendencies thus
raw emotions are in motion amidst space & time
through inclines they are picked up by the mind
causing feelings that could regulate the blind
initiating a psychic climate of some kind
I just made this up, never you mind
there are many answers to find
they'll appear as we grind.

MORE THAN HUMAN

There is a reckoning cooking 
a place hidden deep in space
subtle signals reaching Earth
from a distance way up there
crop circles are an indication
stark evidence of alien action
not just far fetched deduction
first & foremost let us be real
about what this might reveal
are we in readiness to receive.

LOOPHOLE

Beneath still waters

A strong undertow

The surface won't show

What deep waters know.

Why scratch the surface

Dive into it, follow the flow

The wormhole down below

Will open to worlds beyond.

We have to find courage to dare

Spare the angst, get ready to find

Tear down fences should we care

Seek out answers with open mind.

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PROVOCATION

Momentary repose
avowal of discretion
an anticipated shift
polar versus bipolar
a disturbed universe
beckoning us to rise
with a tilt of our axis
over wobbling Earth
spilling out mayhem
tremors of petulance
eruption is provoked
the time is before us
beckoning departure
sign of major change
it won't sound strange
when it’s within range.

METEORITE SHOWER

An answer to our prayers
emerging from eternal zest 
the ember of the heavens
tiny particles of stars
floating in space
gathering speed
as meteorite showers
falling down onto Earth
sprinkling samplings of debris
all over this breathtaking planet.
The friction of entry peeling the crust
atmospheric impact inciting the seed
igniting the flame of a dormant entity.
The anticipated deed is here indeed
alien visitors are paying heed
Is this simply divine power
poised to come lower and lower
or is it just cosmic dust
in whom was it that we did trust?.

RAT RACE

When real estate is hot
scoundrels own the lot 
decent folk just get dick
get kicked off the street 
beat with no food to eat
on top of that, they treat
forsaken people like shit
bums, rogues of a street
as though they were dirt
dismayed to say the least
at the nature of the beast
mercy has a human heart
pity stuck on phoney face
what is tearing folks apart
is the farce of the rat race.

LUCID

Due to the SUBORIGINAL lucidity of my insight
I have now realized what I should leave behind
Long after I am gone, the fragments of my mind
First hand experiences leaking out of my fingers
Fostered to cyberspace I shall thus leave a trace.

SUBORIGINAL ART POINT OF VIEW

Hands scribble and doodle in automatic manner

without any conscious direction, vaguely aware

like chewing one's fingernails, blinking the eyes

through a compulsive habit instincts are alerted

streaming visions emerge, an impulsive outpour

a cellular memory prompt, genetic code decode

illuminating hidden aspects, conjuring prospects.

Suboriginal Art is a genre term I have created

defining this art form as modern-primitive fusion.

Automatism is a prerequisite for the initial phase

when hands scribble without conscious direction.

The next and final phase takes place in abacus

where cutting edge digital techniques are applied

virtually scrutinizing & refining the original image

The two opposites merge as subtle integration of

casual Primitive means & discerning Modern ends.

TRUTH AND CONSEQUENCE

It does not have to be a secret to spread

besides with whom do you care to share

who can cope with it, the courage to dare

sincerely give a darn, most certainly care

about the truth regarding why and where

we're sharing this moment, now and here.

Consider for an instant everything in the clear

total transparency, before the eyes of the seer

fibs have nowhere to hide, nothing can escape

the herds have been in total darkness for ages

suddenly exposed to such blinding illumination

should they not handle, there'll be abomination.

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LOOK TWICE

If you be the beholder 
of those runny eyes 
washed with envy
wiped with pity,
catching sight
of immense beauty
cracked under
intense pressure
dusted out of
harms way.
I dare you
to look twice!
Once at the virtue
and then at the vice.

CYBER CURRENT VOYAGEUR

I was once uprooted from the soil that gave me life
taken to far out places I could not have dreamed of
with roots dangling in the air, I climbed clouds high
dancing, whirling my way, in circles all over the sky
I have surrendered to the cyber current, this is why
no matter what fate deals me I'll take it with a smile.

RIFFRAFF

A point of view is serious liability 
in the ability of securing a future
with sensibility, a grasp of reality
ease the grip of staunch banality
allow premise to yield perception
exploitation is subject to deception
as long as riffraff is placed in a box
conflicts may cause bipolar paradox
it is detrimental to get rid of this stuff
a strict point of view is biased enough.

MIDDLE AGE

There are so many layers of time unfolding simultaneously
progression on some levels while regressing in the others
cross-currents moving from past to future and back again
half way in life we might catch a glimpse of the other me
moving in reverse, from the old age towards birth stage
as we cross each other at crossroads we might deduct
this point in time marks a centre in life, the middle age
hence, distance travelled equals the remaining stage.

BIPOLAR

One person’s paradise can be someone else’s demise
Within the vessel of their soul, bleak creatures cry foul
Trapped they feel confined to bounds of their boarders
What is an abode to some might be a cage for another
Should this attitude prevail, why would someone bother.

GHOSTS OF BLUNDER

It occurred to me that signs of apology would be relevant
For the moral of an entire country, the social psychology
Of the people who have been taken for a ride this long
A realization of truth versus the manufactured reality
One must give the sinner the means to apologize
On behalf of past delusion, a sign to recognize
It helps to follow the road safely, just in case
Ghosts of blunder appear, we have to face.

INTIMATE BUGGERS

I derive much inspiration from invisible beings
you might think I am being silly or even crazy
admittedly they are too tiny for the eyes to see
some dwell on my skin others are inside of me
whether they are bacteria, germs, minute bugs
we carry them unknowing, our intimate inmates
we provide their habitat, their breeding ground
as we have a close look under the microscope
aliens we seek out there are closer than we think.

TIDINGS OF NOAH

Significant is the participation of entire humanity 

Not just nations, groups and races but the whole

What is in the essence of everyone dead or alive

We are all situated in the same boat, like it or not

We are here to co-exist before the going gets hot.

There is a choice though, for each to take alone

There are people who usurp the right to enforce

Feeling sovereign, they leave no choice to some

Clear them out so they might, as they usually do

The history of humanity so far sums up to abuse.

What is the use when the brutes coerce the meek

Slavery has had many phases from the beginning

The outcome we have, is a divided, unruly World

Media controls the masses with what they are told

Despite the tangible, we are on each other’s throat.

There are many ways out of here, no need to fear

Either the superior ones will exterminate the week

Secure themselves a World and also the last word

Or submit to change and work for the good for all

I have made admonition but the order may be tall.

HEAVY LOAD

She came with luggage 
he gave a helping hand
it was all neat and proper
he was a true gentleman.
Once the load was spread
over her queen size bed
she extended an inviting hand
which he held in high esteem
but there was laundry to contend
which belonged to a late friend
he was inclined but he declined
the load was too big to handle
instead he kissed her goodbye
reached out for the door handle
without even a hug or a fondle
left her on her own to wonder.