CRIS CROSS

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
whence, distance travelled equals the remaining stage.

LEFTOVER

A sense of dedication, devotion and loyalty
there is no obligation to unconditional love
willing to go the distance without any doubt
belonging to a lover is what love is all about
it is the thrill of the experience, not the clout.
The more the loving the happier is the feeling
at the end of the line, the harder is the leaving.
The value of life, well established at the source
would crumble apart if was put in place by force
wishing for the best even when facing the worse
memories are left over when life takes it's course.

ENIGMATIC EXPOSURE

Subtle raw entities conjured subconsciously

hands scribbling without conscious direction 

scanned, launched into cyberspace casually

finishing touches by cutting edge virtual brush.

VIGILANCE

Intelligence is an open wound, treat it with wisdom
Cunning is the by-product, ruthlessly it will destruct.
What is truly from the heart, a capacity for empathy
Is savagely squandered by condescending apathy.

EYE OF THE BEHOLDER

The entity captured in an instant
at the blink of an eye in slow motion 
had been suspended between intervals
biting time patiently, longing to be realized
in a flash it vanished, an illusion was all it was
a ghost of an angel, the shadow of what was lost
an appearance only relative to that moment's catch
quantum possibilities in store at imagination's stretch.

ATTITUDE

If you really care, evade the despair
rise from the depth, breathe fresh air
the burden you bare is not even there
spare the angst, you are not being fair
to yourself you owe a marvellous affair.

PREMONITION

I just took the hint when I caught this drift
Things are not the way they appear to be 
With an avid glance I could fleetingly see
Each person may carry an akin presence
Subliminally residing inside another mind
Emerging without conscious deliberation
Intuition is a correct means of perception
Appears in the absence of premeditation.

PSEUDO

Some of us have been locked up in a personality

only in the deepest dreams may truth show face

we know very well the false aspects of our nature

yet, we often hide behind a disguised disposition.

Our vanity will make us put on appropriate attire

have the appearance of what we supposedly are

odd as this may sound, we are willfully impaired

prominently so, when distinctions are compared.

VICTOR'S TOUCH

Fighting a war was the way conquests were made
history should bear witness, but facts were altered
each conquerer had a brand new version to dictate
praising heroism and valour for their egoistic stake.
With certain modifications this continues to this day
the vested interests still persist in having their say
exploited also enslaved, the herds are made to pay
as the meek are willing to close their eyes and pray.
Equal footing for all, revolutions have been in vain
human nature persisting in what it could not attain
rebel turned victorious, another despot in disguise
when on top of the pack, gets a chance to terrorize.

THE GATE OF DEPARTURE

The grotesque visions of a life's discarded reverie
Alienated from the cultural roots, wanting to be free
Holding on to the body, eyes wide open, but can't see
The soul has taken to ether, yet the mind won't let it be
Paradox in action, clinging to genetic memory grudgingly
Psyche striving for change, but the ghost persists stubbornly
Constrained spirit yearning for eternity,unable to migrate swiftly
The entity must shed density prior to elevating beyond periphery.

NO MATTER WHAT

Ironic rise from the epitome of disguise
in the process of life it helps to be wise
together we must find a basis for trust
otherwise we won't be able to go past
the trials along the path waiting for us
fierce hurdles, face them as we must
dubious episodes, 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.

o > o = 8

THE SCOPE OF SUBORIGINAL EQUATION > o > o = 8
What we observe as material bodies are nothing but shapes 
Variations in the structure of space, visible physical aspects. 
Particles are just appearances materializing before our ayes
Subject and object are totally one when wholesomely divine
The barrier does not really exist, just an assumption appears.
The truth is binding whereas reality could change accordingly
Scope of quantum potentialities simultaneously synchronized
The microscope & telescope, horizons curve into each other
Ultimately, the world below should open up to worlds beyond
Infinity stretching into eternity when time can't go any further
The coalescence of the inner and the outer, an ongoing affair.

DISSIDENT

I have dumped my ego, my identity is history
I am not a number any more, I am finally free
The identity we are given at our arrival, is false
The true self is suffocated, as soon as it shows
Adjusting to the established way is a challenge
When we are the outsiders, should we change
or stay indifferent to conditioning, even dispute
and repudiate despite being held at firing-range.

BLOOD OF A PUPPET

As the stone sheds heavy tears 
Thus will emerge the fallen one 
Upon itself who seems to feed 
Snake swallows rattling tail
Home made venom trail
Spider weaving a web
For its own measure
Of pain and pleasure
Scorpion circled with fire
Committing suicide in dire
As the smoke clears the way
The light of day might emerge
you can not be force-fed all day
wake up puppet, wake up & play!.

SLANT

I ask myself what is my intention
why do I bother to post another
reminder of man made disaster
can it flak the established order.
The truth is relative to a watcher
the adept don’t listen to preacher
my intention is not to be a teacher
I am simply a self abiding creature.
A weary passer by, sharing surmise
seeking surety, taking satisfaction thus
here now, gone tomorrow, not a surprise
Could I change the World after my demise?.

HOT TEMPER

I have witnessed mood swings 

from heaven to hell and back,

seen ecstasy turn pitch black

within the blink of the eye.

Hot temper is hard to take,

rage damages its container,

less you harness that feeling

with gloom you'll be dealing.

Getting hold of intense passion

an abundance of tense emotion,

such self inflicted potent potion

can have impact over an ocean.

Fiery temper in a flash can come

manifesting as willpower for some

who may turn a wild mood swing 

into a constructive positive thing.

INTUITION

Each person may carry an akin presence
Subliminally residing inside another mind
Emerging without conscious deliberation
As intuition, a direct means of perception
Appears in the absence of premeditation.

DOCTOR'S DAUGHTER

Had a crush on doctor's daughter
I do not know what I found in her
she sucked my pain like no other
I was hoping we could go further
despite the objection of her father.
Once she took hold, no way to fight
if I open my mind, escape she might
I'll hold her tight all through the night
I must not let her get out of my sight
she'll drain my pain if I treat her right
send her running, once I see the light.

REVELATION

Within a condensed span of time
I borrowed yesterday from tomorrow
I’ve seen the future in the here and now
Should you believe me, I’ll show you how!.

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 distinction
what appears only relative to that moments catch
quantum possibilities in store at perception's stretch.