SUBORIGINAL    ART

INDULGENCE

The bitter sweet twist of life
has touched me once again
I need refrain from nothing!
Still, quietly I urge myself
to take a seat
at the throne of the sublime
where indulgence
may only exist
in serving
and hopefully
sharing
that very sacred thing
called love.

LUCID

There are regions of depth only the lone individual can infiltrate
A solo journey of descending under the aegis of lucid dreams 
Through the bottom, retaining enough awareness to ascend
Waking up to the day dream without losing consciousness
Alertly recalling every detail of this subconscious journey.

NECROMANTIC

Based on intuitive appraisal of auspice
as we meticulously observe the universe
while scrutinizing the necromantic effects 
of a vast cosmos playing like a puppeteer 
on the collective psyche of the inhabitants.

REVELATION

I have been a resident of this planet for almost 70 years

Enough is enough, I’m in the final stride of a long long life

Relatively speaking, what I shall leave behind is original

Personally there is no one as such or a group of people

I see all the residents of Planet Earth as a whole creation

Not one here and one there, all colours and races together

Yet no one is the same as another when closely scrutinized 

Simplicity on the surface, people are more complex in detail

I'm looking forward to take my leave from this phoney reality

Despite having a slight inclination of holding back my mind

Which is for sharing, since caring does not take any daring

Without favouritism of talking on behalf of a selected group

Rather, let us champion a just cause for the entire humanity

Nothing less than Utopia can be the potential manifestation 

Every person conscientiously and collectively totally aware

Also equally alert as humanity in harmonious co-existence.

SWEET NOTHINGS

Beyond the shadow of a slightest doubt

a trace of the moon seen in silver spoon

inside your mouth, under a sharp tongue

hold on to the temptation,don't let it hang

hankering might spoil the whole shebang.

Sugar coated tongue has charming entice

sweet nothings down the ear sounds nice

in spite of fiery desire turning to nasty vice

do not brood even if you end up in demise

trivial pursuits fetch only a skin-deep price.

CROSS CURRENT

Beneath still waters there is a strong undertow

The surface won't show what deep waters know

Should you wish to find the dawning, dive into it

The way below might take you to worlds beyond

What goes around has a way of coming around.

SQUABBLE

I just washed down some small talk

with a gobble of watered down slurs

which were crowding my big mouth

Idiotic idioms got caught in my teeth

rude remarks were stuck in my throat

while I was chewing each bite in spite

I kept spitting out what I should not

as the argument became rather hot

I had to bite my lips to stop the fight

my tongue is muted when out of sight

silence is required to get things right.

ZOMBIE

Crawling out of a cracked crypt 

tummy stuffed with ghastly feed

emerging from nightmarish deed

flesh flashing degenerated meat.

Was once dead, then took a flip

a decaying corpse in grave heat

a horror flick, take the front seat

a box office hit is here to repeat.

METAPHOR

Slow cooking simmer on back burner

toad in top form, bathing in lukewarm

nice and steady, easy does it.. utterly

with kid gloves on, stirring constantly 

bringing frog to boil, ever so gingerly.

This method whilst politically correct

could ultimately have a chilling effect.

FACEFULL

When surfing in cyberspace everyone has a face

There are quite a few custom made unique outfits

Should one seek transparency, it is not even here

Not much different than the private lives we share

I aspire for a nudist beach with transparent waters

Where who might be watching me does not matter

Far better than worrying about what one might say

Much rather be my true self as I safeguard my way

From a phoney crony who pretends to be my friend

The truth is like an air bubble, will surface in the end.

AT THE EDGE

Change is inevitable

one way or another

sooner than later

it will take place

right on the face

no need to resist

don’t let it persist

let go of the strain

flow with the grain

an aptitude to skim

may spoil the dream

the attitude to please

could melt the freeze

should you so please

make yourself at ease

in rough times like this

how the wind may blow

will determine the show.

SUPORIGINAL PREMISE

RAW NATURE EYEBALLED BY REFINED CIVILIZATION

PRE-PRIMITIVE   >   POST-MODERN   >    SUBORIGINAL

The opposite ends of polarity will curve into each other

Psychic automatism is scrutinized and metamorphosed

Ways and means of coalescing the inner with the outer.

THE CHALLENGE OF THE SPIRIT

While humanity grows more and more intelligent

there seems to be more distress, less happiness

should we engage in a thorough extensive inquiry

we distinctly realize that in the absence of wisdom

cleverness will precipitate the arrogance of vanity

such is the outcome of blatant misuse of capacity.

Temptations, cravings, lecherous self indulgence

enslave the native to the yearning lust of the flesh

accordingly the impulse of perversion supersedes.

Glory goes to the beholder of virtue and integrity

who can bring the whole self into righteous unity.

COLD SHOULDER

Going back a while

at the dead of night

as I passed you by 

in a darkening sky

without a proper 'hi'

the reason why

was not because 

dust got in my eye

I wanted to deny 

a taxing goodbye.

FOR FAX SAKE

I've been to hell and back
had a nap on the way
was thinking of you...
As you climb out
of the dark side
and fool moon me
out of the blue..
my tides come out
and only you
can pull them in
as though it were
a piece of cake.
For Fax sake
I am all knees
at your feet
take a bite
of my meat
I may be beat
but still good to eat.

BLIND EYE

There is a me of a kind

which puts us in a bind

I simply mind my mind

turn the good eye blind

don’t have error to find.

PROVOKING A POTENTIAL

Incite if you dare the inner ride

dive into it, take a deepening slide

probe into your soul, yet do not hide 

until you surface from the brighter side.

What we make of this will mostly depend

on weather we shall rise above or descend

as we scribble in sand the accords we make

real intent might have to contend up to the end.

LUCID TIME TRAVEL

I jumped out of a crazy dream

my heart beating way too fast

I have arrived here going past

what was present could not last.

A snowball rolling down a slope

speeding up, gaining momentum

booming in size before my eyes

swallowing everything on it's way.

Just as we were about to crush

I made a rush in a sudden flash

accelerating in tremendous pace

automatically stretching the space.

A latent potent pop burst into action

traveling in time by means of suction

back and forth in tremendous friction

what I saw was future, not just fiction.

When I instantly opened my eyes

the dream I had just experienced

was protruding with a soft landing

ahead of me in projected standing.

I caught up with an envisioned future

unfolding underneath my lucid dream

reversal of 'de ja vu’ was manifesting

here and now literally was expanding.

The place I have arrived in due course

has now been realized as my resource

since I took a peek into a future source

as destiny kept unfolding out of course.

Back and forth, here now hence gone

I marvel at the future which is now on

having witnessed what is yet to come

I surely know what needs to be done.

MANIFESTO

SUBORIGINAL ART DECLARATION

I have composed the word 'Suboriginal'

to which, the dictionary has no definition. 

I hereby use my poetic license, declare it 

self originated individuation of my art form. 

First phase is scribbled, casual automatism

finishing touches apply cutting edge modern.

This notice serves as 'share freely' copyright, 

stance, attitude and inclusive linguistic claims.