origami poker

-origami poker
i’ve folded inside myself so many times,
and i’ll probably do it again.
i’m naive like that,
assuming everyone needs a card or two.
i can’t poker face for shit.
if i have a set of cards, i’ll show them.
if my hand is empty, will you share yours?


not many people have what it takes to straight face you,
to warm embrace you,
with sincerity enough,
to efface you.

i melt towards those people like chocolate on a tongue,
stuck on a palate,
after-taste lingering in me.

i’m loyal like that.

if you treat me with an ounce of kindness,
i don’t forget,
so it utterly shatters my entire being,
when i reciprocate in kind,
and through the abased nature of narcissist privilege,
you assume i have to give you more than my loyalty.

another part of me too sacred to touch,
a place I hate about myself so much,
but you want to appease your fetishes with.

how easy it is for them to chew my flesh,
back-bitten with disregard and repress,
slander me, without shame you undress,
the unfamiliarity of who i am and oppress.

i’m but a stranger to them, not even a piece of bread,
nor glass of water, have we shared,
yet still, my honour, my name, my being
lied against without care.

i won’t forgive you until you acknowledge your doing,
come clean with the poisonous seeds you’ve sewn,
and come out of the skin of the snake you own.

i’m a recluse by nature,
but did you think you could bite me with your poison,
and I not develop my own venom?

take these words instead as a final bouquet of peace to you,
come clean,
or i’ll lay the last bouquet on your graves, ey-vallah.

and it will not be by physical means at all,
i’ll raise my hands skyward and your whole progeny will cease,
be buried in your womb.



we’re spiritual surfers
we don’t mind
who rides the same wave
nor do we mind
who reaches the shore first
the surety of our return
is welcoming to all


the nucleus of every living thing
is a longing to return
in the utterness of your smallest breath
is a hope to find and to be found
washed away
in the sea of disarray
our souls are forever
divinely bound

so why do we waste so much time
hunting for what is always there
posing questions
rejecting answers
pretending to care
content in oblivion and unaware

i don’t mind you come on the journey
but be ready for worn soles
this journey of embark
requires a wander into the dark
admitting all your follies
to cleanse your soul




it takes a disconnect
a numbness
to assume i’m impressed with praise

only causes me bloat


when your natural habitat is inside
when your profession has been internal dialogue for so long
it becomes quite easy to weed out insincere language

words, prattled to make a clamour of noise
that does anything but receive the intended party well

say something of worth
or don’t say anything at all

using language
to fill in the gaps of civil exchange
is like throwing away the ripe fruit
to only eat the bitter seed
it nauseates me


-for sale




-for sale

at the expense of humanity
for the price of your sanity
consciousness has become
a sellable commodity


I’m utterly dismayed at so much of what the world is offering now.

Consciousness has become a sellable commodity with hucksters standing at street corners of the cyber world, they have found their wagons and they sell their elixir, guaranteed to cure all.
The sipping of which is made easier, the injection needle, the drip, the life support machine through social media.

People with no minds, no hearts, no soul, no experience, no knowledge, who buckle at the loss of a few dollars, who can’t swim their way out of a fish bowl, all prancing as gurus, just because they got a tattoo, learned how to spell chakra, burn incense and have an instagram account.

Yes I’m incensed.
Whilst people suffer and need the help of merciful hands, we place conditions on help.
Believe in me, in my way only or else be damned.
Look at how spiritual I am, drug fucked into oblivion, because I read about a hallucination drug that makes marketing my ‘third eye’ photos the buzz.

My gnosis is trending,
my sageness is blending,
there is no mending,
in all this pretending.

Bereft and barren you remain,
as you lie, prance around in your fisherman pants,
and underneath all that pain,
Nothing changed, you’re still the same.

People who haven’t got the guts to go through life changes finding the easy way out, lining pockets of liars, and or their own pockets and feeding off human suffering.

Consciousness has never been for sale,
it’s always been free,
all it required is utter sincerity,
a letting go of the concept of ‘me’.
forget the knowledge tree,
even if you had a forth or fifth eye,
none of that will help you see.

The way has always been, to just be,
through rigid self scrutiny,
and through that fire,
reach the epitome,
all vanities flee,
and when the fire has finished with you,
wash cool and cleanse yourself in the salt of the sea,
by devoting yourself wholeheartedly,
honesty is key, honesty is key.


Learning, Knowledge, Wisdom



Throwing your ego into the sea and watching it drown in the vastness of what
you don’t know.


Admitting you have the ego to drown and that the sea of vastness is there


Showing someone else how to do it.


Humility is what will commence the journey.
It will set you on fire in your love of learning, knowledge and wisdom.
A great scholar said, ‘The more I learned, the more ignorant I became’. Think about the context of this magnificent quote. Think about who said it and it’s weight.
He wasn’t ignorant by any means but this is an expression of humility and defeat. Admittance he’s a speck of nothing despite of who the public thought he was, in the vast ocean of knowledge that existed and opened up to him the more he learned.

A Kingly Find

The King ran out of the cave in ecstasy, screaming with hands in the air. The people thought he had lost his mind. It had been forty days since he entered the cave as a last resort, burdened with the guilt of not being able to use his riches to save his ailing wife.

“What is it King? What did you find?” the people asked as they had been standing anxiously for forty days.
Panting and still elated he blurted out, “I found it!”
“Found what,” the people asked again.
“Teach us, King”.
With a sigh of relief the king said,

“All you have to do is ask.”


Egoïste – 28


He wants us to come to Him whole, but the only way to come whole is to strip away layers of our being until naked.

Naked souls with no garments of vices.

The ability to recognise your garments will determine how easily you can remove them.

That is the Egoïste’s aim, they want Him all to themselves.