THOUGHTLESS

AUGHT NOUGHT MUCH THOUGHT

At the negation of inherent existence 

the mind is emptied in dire container

a head as clear when turned around

been cleansed of any trace of doubt.

Nothingness is where all this sprouts

embrace emptiness, cherish solitude

stillness of mind will disperse clouds

open your heart wide, avoid attitude.

SKIN-DEEP

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 into the ear sounding nice

in spite of a fiery desire engendering vice

do not brood even if you end up in demise

trivial pursuits fetch only skin-deep price.

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ENIGMA

The inmost latent regions of a mystical mind 

Awareness is a starter, understanding follows

In the nuance of consciousness, enigma shows

Intuition and fortuity, conundrums nobody knows

When the sublime is in play the whole psyche glows.

SCRIBBLING SUBORIGINALS

I skin dive into a region of my mind when blank

It is like taking plunge into flawlessly calm waters

The disturbance caused is within the range of pen

My hands draw as my eyes follow, my mind is absent

Before I realize the paper is filled with scribbles like this.

HERE & NOW

Things can be cool and mellow

If there would be no tomorrow

Just to be in the here and now

Blithe, not any trace of sorrow

Even though no path to follow.

HARDENED CAUSE

A bunch of memories 

tiny bits, mega stories

spread all over the mind

tasty bites, delicious eats

thoughts of the spicy kind

the first hand historic treats.

Some memos are rather tough 

just because they've had it rough

skinny dip your fingers in the sauce

as you get deeper you will find a cause

which has since been hardened, I suppose

choose a happy one, is what I would propose.

ANXIOUS PROCLAMATION

I am reaching out to the source of consciousness

Not just in this World but all across this universe

I should think you will hear me even if I don’t pray

As you can see, humans are approaching the edge

By the looks of it the leaders are behaving strange

As though they were puppets hanging by a grudge

I’d like to know where we’ll be heading after WWIII

We should want to position our egress accordingly

If you would be what most of us expected you to be

Give us your hand, deliver us from impending misery

Such confusion has induced us to trust this illusion

It helps to know if paradise would be within reason.

CAPTURE

A repose amongst fleeting visions
at an interval, a moment, an instance
in a flash it goes, as though it never was
but something was captured, an impression
which alters perception, accordingly the conception
as visions appear only relative to instantaneous capture
infinite possibilities are instigated at a moment's rapture.

FREE PLAY

To play is to listen to the inner force

that wants to take form and rejoice

It needs no reason, no planning, no effort

It is the joyful expression of a genuine self.

Play is innocent, play is fun, not always game

like our early experiences prior to conditions

prior to the trophies, when we were babies

we could just let go ’Wwwhhhooopppeee’

no winners, no losers, no instructions there

full heartedly we could just trust the universe

through the path of least resistance 

no fears, no reluctance, no holding back

there’s so much freedom there.

LUCK OF CHOICE

Flip your coin high in the sky

when it is spinning in the air

You’ll know the side of hope

The rest shouldn't mean a lot.

INTENT

I often ask myself, what is my intention

I am a weary passer by, sharing surmise

seeking surety, taking satisfaction thus

here now, gone tomorrow, not a surprise

can I change the World after my demise?.

LOUD CLOUD

RIDING ON A LOUD CLOUD 

The blinking eye of this raging storm

Has driven me way past the bygone

The cloud I am riding fell out of form

Slipped from under me as I drew on

Despite knowing where I come from

Has been refusing to take me home.

BURDENED

If you really care, must evade 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 wonderful affair.

CONDUIT

Be hollow like a bamboo, the wind will play through you

Inadvertently a conduit, a channel, the artist as shaman

The approach, the concept, all are aspects of the whole

The two opposites are thus united: Primitive-Modern Art.

TRANQUILITY

At the negation of inherent existence 

the mind is emptied in dire container

a head so clear when turned around

washed out of any evidence of doubt.

Nothingness is where all this sprouts

embrace emptiness, cherish solitude

stillness of mind can disperse clouds

open the heart wide, bear no attitude.

ATTITUDE

Fear is an abominable emotion 

a tormentor's most potent potion

the foremost cause of soul's erosion 

the vaccination against fear is caution

the distinction is the cause of confusion.

BELIEVE IT OR NOT

BELIEVE IT OR NOT

The worshippers have their faith well polished

as they tend to prayers to wash away their sins

pleading for forgiveness, beseeching for things

not understanding the nuance of what it means.

Most believers are waning, wanting and begging

the faithful are humbly thankful, deeply affirming

there is the odd vindicator, ranting and grunting

demanding satisfaction, grudgingly complaining.

True faith is a matter of believing in benign deeds

prayers are utterances of the conscientious need

genuine quest is sharp focused but hardly selfish

the heartfelt wish will go long ways yet not perish.

PSYCHIC EXPRESSIONISM

SUBORIGINAL  SUBLIMINAL EXPRESSIONISM

Art & poetry are the ways we turn the inner into the outer 

in so doing we are able to create and explore each other 

by virtue of the repletion of spontaneous online sharing 

gratification of partaking in virtual aesthetic interaction.

CYBER PHANTOM

I shall be departing when it is time

But that is an outcome not a crime

These haphazard scribbles indicate

Faces within hidden faces in a sense

May prevail as my phantom presence.

SPONTANUDITY

I'm daring to be myself so you can see me 

Mistaken identity is simply a slip of words

Slander will follow and before you know

You become what's indicated in theory

A shrinking atlas shedding past glory

You have to live with it, end of story.