A simple contemporary piece combining the movement of color, form and, sound to inspire contemplation of that which shapes our three-dimensional world complimented by the senses that allow us to consume its beauty…..
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07
Sep
15
Contemplation
17
Aug
15
Gift Renewal
The full cold depth of death’s slate-marker pierces the seething heat of raging, blood-filled aroused cock wantonly seeking to be sucked and suckled by the demised, lewd waiting mouth to this earthly grave’s benefactor; to yield, to be swallowed and consumed into vacant deceased gullet; the sweet white flow of life-giving nectar held in the sanctity of human man’s testes; the mythically promised gift of Creation rebirth and renewal.
CAUTION: COARSE LANGUAGE
Standing vacant – on a dark street corner
I watch as their cars slowly drift by
Hoping on hope – one will give me a try
Excited by not knowing – who’d they be
If it was for my sex, or maybe just for me
Twenty-four by age, ninety-two by trade
Prostitution is how my living is made
I suck cock for the night’s rent
But if it’s my ass he wants to fuck
Less then a hundred, he’s out-a luck
Competition is stiff, the johns can be cruel
A street-boy has to know there are no rules
I’ve been stabbed – I’ve almost died
Staying out-a trouble means being more then street-wise
The truth of it – you need to look deep into their eyes
A john’s story is written all over their face
You gotta read it before going into a dark place
Once blown – the guilt can change their tune
So money up-front before getting on your knees
Or, with their cum still warm in your mouth, its their fist you’ll see
It’s the godly and righteous who look down at people like me
Little do they know, more often, its their husband’s I see
The desperate who want their cock sucked or a boy’s tight ass
The way I see it, society owes me, more respect
Cause without my kind-a service, a lot-a marriages would be a wreck.
01
Apr
15
Affirmation
Becoming lost to the magic of written words
Shrewdly made to amuse, others to disturb
Absorbed by their meaning, being consumed
Ignoring distractions, obstacles to attention, that loom
A transfixing story that weaves a scrutable tale
Transporting to nether worlds, excitement to prevail
A tome’s obsession taken to ignoring the fading light
Eyes strained, avoiding and having to make it right
Constructed passages that make emotions rise and fall
Words cleverly composed to melody, heard by all
This mystical and wondrous gift to story’s creation
Becomes testament to a writer’s life – affirmation.
01
Apr
15
A Guiding Hand?
A guiding hand offered to another without condition
May garner results for which there is no provision
Leading to a need to alter, to make revision
To one’s approach when influencing another’s position
In the end, each mind is shaped toward its destiny,
Often with life’s choices made without consistency;
Some guided by faith of luck, other’s, faith of divinity,
Rendering an outcome that is beyond prescription of remedy.
So one need consider when dealing human behavior,
The lack of results need not be confused with failure;
For outward signs of change are not there to savor,
As each individual, ultimately, is its own and only saviour.
01
Apr
15
A Bond Born
Freely dancing in the tall grass glade
Memory music shared – reality fades
Wildflowers – vivid colors cascade
Happiness in this moment made
Summer heat on naked skin beams
Lover’s passion kisses – those of dreams
Senses nourished ‘til ecstasy screams
Drifting afloat waves silent – serene
Entwined bodies mimic wind’s spiral
Sharing life energies with no denial
Promises made to test their trial
A love-bond born beyond chance to defile
01
Apr
15
Ultimate Gift
Naykd, I lay awake with my thoughts;
Mind-farts, from anguish to joy, brought;
Far too often, not of matters sought
But, facing my reality, all I’ve got.
Relief, derived by expelling the curse;
Expunged to avoid a mental burst;
Once experienced, knowing its worst;
Alternative, is the last ride in a hearse.
Joy and good wishes to all those whom can,
That is; putting thoughts of randomness to pen;
Whether words of wisdom or condition to defend;
It’s the ultimate gift to they whom can’t; depend.
FYI: Russell Brand featured advocating change to the present legislative political, financial institutions making it possible for members of banking institutions and their wealthy elite clients to evade prosecution for financial criminal activity while the majority of civil society suffer financial burden of imposed recession.
21
Feb
15
JEFF – #JEFFWECAN
#Jeffwecan
In case you missed John Oliver’s rant on LAST WEEK TONIGHT here is the video and follow his direction and lambaste the Phillip Morris International with our disapproval for what they are doing in the developing world
06
Feb
15
thoughts de jour
Let all-seeing blind providence lead me down the path where there is no road.
Beyond fates unknowing misgivings, let chance guide the way, unforgiving.
Hope borne from faith of belief renders consequence without consequence.
Challenge be the metaphor for insight not yet fathomed, though fully understood.
Credence established is vanity’s beguiling when wisdom’s influence diminishes.
After posting `thought’s de jour’ I realized these phrases, call them what you will, came to me rather spontaneously, with little true, conscious thought. This made me wonder if it might be an anagram of sorts, leading to a greater message. (Stop laughing here)
So taking the first word of each phrase, form a sentence and see if there is any meaning to be taken:
Let Beyond Hope, Challenge Credence
Beyond Hope, Let Credence Challenge
Let Credence Challenge Beyond Hope
Replacing Credence with its meaning:
Let credibility/belief Challenge Beyond Hope
Who knows, just a thought – dejour<?>
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