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26
Jan
22

What Compels `Belief’?


As one Human among seven-plus billion others, now seven-plus decades into this existence on this planetary spaceship traversing the great cosmic unknown, toward a destination of even greater speculation: what compels me to believe in a topic much has been done, and many have taken significant strides to discount, and worse, discredit?

Since an early age, becoming increasingly cognizant to a world outside my limited state of consciousness, and awareness; the first being shaped by the ethos of religion as espoused by Roman Catholic dogma, raised the questioning specter of `belief’. Especially that of an unseen entity known as God, and his selfless Son: Jesus.

The tragic gift of extreme short-sightedness, compounded by a penchant for breaking my visual aid of expensive eye-glasses, to my father’s dismay; I became very introspective during my many episodes of delinquent attendance to Sunday Mass, simply consuming the prescribed amount of time spent in Church, by walking endless footsteps, unseeing anything within mere feet before me: buried in `thought’ of my simple mind’s creation.

By the time I had turned nine, coming to the realization I saw, or didn’t, see things differently than most within my limited sphere of being, not totally hermetic, but increasingly so, I came to the realization too that I could be Gay. (The time being the late 1950’s `Gay’ was not established as relating to male-homosexuality, but suffice it to say: I was enamored by the males of my acquaintance, more than females.). This eventual realization maturing in thought as I passed through puberty, gave reason to reach deeper into the state-of-mind; to raise question for possible answer to all the mysteries life increasingly presented for want to understand.

Contrary to current access to information via the Internet; growing up in age of newsprint, and  television news and entertainment limited awareness to the unusual especially in the realm of UFO’s (Unidentified Fly Objects), or as referred to today: AFP’s (Arial Flying Phenomenon). These principally being the subject of science-fiction novels by such famous authors as Isaac Asimov, and Ray Bradburry, the latter being the creator of the infamous Star-Trek series. [https://youtu.be/ZyTyrZFqmzE]. The topic captured my imagination then, and to this present day.

As reader, you may ask: what does being Gay have to do with the potential existence of UFO/AFP’s; where is the connection?.

The straight-answer [pun intended] is two-fold: firstly, and possibly difficult to fully appreciate by those who have not from a very early time in their life presence, be obliged to examine their sexual orientation, but their entire reason for being  in the context of `others’ as to incite deep reason for introspection, and possibly more significantly: compelling reason for extrospection of the world of beliefs to which you are borne.

Second: having personally experienced, on two distinct occasion, mysterious phenomenon  few may have had the fortune to experience directly:

The first occurred in the late 1990’s while driving; it was the start of dusk, the full sky a deep hue of Sunset pink within there was a massive, perfect circle, distinctly discernable due to its being slightly lighter hue than that which encircled it. At first thought, it was just a freak weather phenomenon until: within a split-second or less, the sphere closed in unto itself as does the shutter of a camera lens, rendering the entire sphere gone, and the entire sky  consistent with the darker hue of Sunset pink.  One might assume it to be a dimensional portal, a shift in the matrix, or frankly; who could know other than it being a real and observable event.

The second, and more graphic, and real: while visiting my brother in Phoenix, Glendale to be exact, he and I walking in his neighborhood, I happened to look up to see, approximately a few-hundred feet above me, a double diamond shaped object, red in color, slowly floating by as it softly rotated on its vertical axis. The rotation being known by the Sun’s periodic reflection on one side of the object. Then, appearing out of no-where, following the same motion and path trajectory of the first, a second object, but this one was black in color. Both are now silently drifting across above my head. The strangeness of this: alerting my brother who walked a few meters ahead to take notice of the objects, looking upward claimed he saw nothing as I described what I was seeing. Astonished he could not see what was obvious to my eyes, I followed both as they proceeded and eventually the black object dissolved into the sky, as the red object carried on, eventually dissolving into the light of the sky.

Beyond these direct, relatable experiences, there have been several events manifesting more questions than answers throughout my life. Experiences many explain as mere coincidence, or indulgence of imagination, or twists of fate; however what they are in the end is the willingness to go beyond the binary to explain, to compel one into the `Belief’ there is far more than that which the senses-given allows to know is real.

To conclude: what inspired the writing of this essay is encountering a documentary on the topic of Disclosure of the UFO/AFP phenomenon titled: Unacknowledged: An Expose’ of the World’s Greatest Secret [https://youtu.be/n7HXocgnExw], and to bring to the attention of those whom inexplicably have ignored, have had no interest in the topic, or just not willing to `believe’ as result of the subject being tarnished under the classification of `conspiracy theory’. It’s hoped in doing so: on behalf of the minds’ of the few; Compel Belief, by the minds’ of the many !

The End, or is it?

29
Sep
18

To a life borne


 

 

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Here I am found behind locked door

To a life I swore to be no more

But, what has been gained, is lost

It is to moments of life, the cost

Hidden by the shadow of what was

For no reason, just because

Movement of time has given to dictate

What will be, not given, but to take

Forlorn is the cause de jour

Not to be exposed, but demurred

Reason for last chance to find remedy

To a life borne to hardship and calamity

28
Mar
18

Thoughts De jour


tash canIt’s been a while since motivated to put random thoughts to reality’s gain; but, so goes this day:

Nights Spent:

Like roaches that feed in the void of light; hiding their machinations from morality’s sight; to garner the lust of debauchery’s delight; filled with feelings contrite; displacing rancor with blithe; to find refuge in other’s fright, so go the hours spent by night.

Field of Dreams:

Blazoned upon open fields of trails; foot passages that hide deviant tales; trodden by exploits where wanton lust prevails; greed for pleasure hard to curtail; a place, ethical prohibitions are destined to fail.

Bathhouse:

Through dim-lite corridors, naked men parade; each lost to their own charade; to orgasm of pleasure, they’ve become the slave; for it, their moral soul to trade; open doors, engorged lust wantonly displayed; stale sweat, spent cum pervade; pheromonal triggers waff and cascade; driven to frenzy, driven to engage.

Creative Block:

Cloistered in a humble room of mindless imagination; spawned from germ of discontent; survived by the fruit of constant failure; striving toward ill-conceived ambitions; thwarted by the causation of reason; hopeless to gains of promise; foments realization to threat of survival.

Book:

Brandishing tool of eloquence; striving to be creative and communicative of mind, thought toward their realization of meaning; embodied in time, the measured vehicle of distributed reason; unencumbered by resistance of ridicule; saved for perpetual salvation of archival history.

Comments Are Much Appreciate: (consider them a author’s reward)

 

08
May
17

Free Speech and Religious Liberty


Trump Administration’s Executive Order: `President Trump Signs the Executive Order on Promoting Free Speech and Religious Liberty‘ .

An Essay written in 2005 anticipated the potential negative outcome for many Americans given the growing, vocal presence of the Conservative Religious Right within the politic of the day.

The premise for the original essay is the offering of an open invitation to move to Canada, to those Americans who were becoming increasingly concerned for the positioning of the political and socially conservative, right-wing, evangelical religious movement to influence the White House and ultimately, the Supreme Court, to amend Constitutional laws in favor of their Bible-driven beliefs.

It would seem that day has finally materialized some twelve years later under the Trump-Pence Administration.

The original essay:

`IN GOD THEY TRUST – NBC with TOM BROKAW  (2005-10-23)

If you are a non-believer that is Christian, gay, democrat or liberal in your views and lastly, AMERICAN, Canada has a lot of vacant land available for occupancy whenever you are ready. And from what I saw and heard on this program, though a brief expose of what is gong on in the good old’ US, I would be looking to pack up and move real soon..

The infusion of evangelical religious fervour and the insidious means they employ to establish their faith amongst the many and subsequently the political pressure this puts on the State, the judicial system, it is cause for not only Americans but also, the rest of the world to be concerned.

The evangelical, conservative Christian movement is organized and determined to put their mark on the majority of America in order to shape the future direction of that country. Their coy manner of insisting that they do not have a political agenda, that they do not impose their theology on others is a ruse. They know what their objectives are and precisely how they expect to achieve those goals. And with their ally in the Oval Office – they are on the road to achieve those goals. With the Congress and eventually the Supreme Court weighted in their favour – the implication of this movement will outlive this administration. It is fearful to see and hear American citizens negating any sense of reason or judgement in exercising their right to vote. Regardless of the political aspirations or abilities of a political candidate be they for the presidency, congress or any other arm of the federal government, as long as that individual holds to their same right wing (though they would not label themselves as such), moral Christian values – that is where their vote will be directed. George W Bush is living proof of that commitment

The fear for the balance of Americans in success of this movement is how it translates to the rest of the world’s religious communities the most obvious of these being the Islamic faith who view the events in the United States as a furtherance of the Christian dominance of the world – at their expense. In addition, as has been brutally illustrated to date, they will sacrifice themselves to prevent this from happening.

The rift these events create within the social fabric of American society will have the affect of undermining the united front that up until the unfolding of these events can only serve the enemies of the US – what is the old adage – United we conquer – divided we fall.

Thank you CANADA!’

The invitation from this Canadian still stands!

 

17
Apr
17

EROTIC DIGITAL DESIRES


The Internet provides an opportunity to discover interesting `tools’ designed by those who have the capacity to do so and then, find interesting ways to utilize these tools possibly in ways not originally intended.  Just such a tool I discovered is presented by

ava-sessions: ex machina

It is clear by now that a tsunami of `porn’ related material is widely available via the Internet that spans the full spectrum of sexual act performed by persons of a comparable spectrum of sexual orientation.

The objective here is to marry the two by utilizing a digital conversation tool that essentially maps the content of a digital photo (jpeg or similar). The result is as an example here:

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To view the product of this marriage, armed with a YouTube account when requested to `sign in’, you can view a brief video titled: Erotic Digital Desires

 

01
Oct
16

Jeffery’s Story Tale


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The scene opens in a small, bi-gay sex bar.

A very good looking young male in his late twenties is sitting at a small cocktail table surrounded by an equally good-looking and hip group of young men and women

Enters John; a good looking and in shape late forties male, joins the small group intent on listening to the young man tell a story. A story centered on the escapades of a former lover who, using his unusual and incredibly good looks, was able to charm the pants off any daddy. But Jeffery, the name of the young man in question, did not waste his talents on just any ol’ daddy. The boy had a sixth sense when it came to smelling out the rich ones. `I swear’, exclaimed the young man profoundly; `Jeffery, that little bastard, could walk through a crowd of potential daddies and, not only filter out the richest of them but, the hottest looking too.’ . Thus concluding this part of his story, he turns his attention gaze to John.

Not loosing a blink, the young man locks eyes with John; he continues his tale that for some unknown reason, seemingly hypnotically, entrances John’s attention. John becomes spell bound by the twist and turns of young man’s captivating story.

`The last time I saw Jeffery was right here in this bar. Unfortunately though, he met with a rather bad end but, however, not quite as unfortunate as it was for the lover he met that night.’ He concludes as he seductively leans forward, closer to John’s now, wide-eyed face.

Fully intrigued and captivated, John demands to know more of `this Jeffery’s’ escapade and how it all turned out. To which the young man offered to tell more but, only if John were to buy him a fresh drink and in the privacy of one of the secluded booths to the back of the bar.

Comfortably ensconced in the secluded booth with a fresh gin martini in hand, the young man picks up on the tale of young Jeffery’s seedy escapade: `It all started rather innocently. Jeffery, in his usual captivating way, was unleashing one of his unfathomable tales of romp and drug infused sexcapades to a group of his friends when he encountered Harold. To show how lucky Jeffery was, horse shoes I tell yah, anyway, there could have been countless other wealthy people in the bar that night and low and behold, doesn’t he land Harold. Harold Bartholomew the already famous attorney who too, was the sole heir to his family’s amassed fortunes. Not millions but billions!

The waiter momentarily interrupts the young man’s story telling by serving up a bottle of expensive red wine with two glasses John had ordered, `Harold was instantly enamored by Jeffery. Who wouldn’t be, he was absolutely beautiful. Starting with his blonde, wavy head of hair that had all the signs of exclusive salons and his radiant, hot Mediterranean-tan skin purchased by his most recent rich lover, could melt butter never mind your heart.

Fully entrance and captivated by the young man’s story-telling, he and John spent the rest of the evening together. After finishing another bottle of expensive wine, John could not hold back and asked the young man, whose name up to that moment he didn’t even know, inviting him back to his private penthouse suite.

It wasn’t until the two had made their way to John’s suite atop of Trump Tower, the most expensive piece of real-estate in all of Manhattan, lying naked in the luxurious, king-size bed replete with Egyptian cotton sheets, sipping champagne glasses of Dom Perignon did John thing to ask the name of the young man with whom he had just had wild passionate sex.

`Who me?’ the young man replied casually, `You’re obviously a smart man, I thought you would have figured that out by now, it’s Jeffery. Is that a surprise?’ he concluded coyly as he watched John confoundedly fall back in utter shock and surprise.

Not saying another word, John ceremoniously pours the last of the Dom Perignon into Jeffery’s half empty fluted crystal glass acknowledging his naive stupidity.

The End

02
Apr
15

Rent-boy: Essential Public Service


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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.

08
Nov
14

Passing Locomotion


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Hiking down a railway line,
Ass naked, exposed, feeling fine;
Noonday sun’s scorching summer heat,
Cock growing harder, to hand’s rhythm beat;
Ball sack swelling, begging to be drained,
Climax mounting, vibration-driven by rumble of a passing train.

Catching the voyeuring eye of the train’s engineer,
Lustfully responding with a wanton, sex-filled sneer;
Mouth gapping, drooling saliva wet, lubricating spit,
Pre-cum ooze streams from throbbing, cock-head slit;
Masturbating, cock wildly jerked toward needed, orgasmic explosion,
Knees buckle, hot man-juice shoots, thanks to a passing locomotion.




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