Archive for the 'human emotions' Category

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

 

26
Feb
17

Empathy: defined?


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Recent developments of a family nature have exposed me to a foreign experience, until now: the depth of hostility expressed and anxiety imposed upon an ailing, dying Father by his only and seemingly heartless Son.

What has materialized from this experience is clarity, from my perspective, of the true meaning of Empathy.

Empathy: what the non-suffering need feel for the suffering.

In the broader scope of human experience: it is the sufferance of the suffering for the non-suffering to suffer to realize the true meaning of Empathy.

 

05
Jan
17

When?


 

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When?

The beauty of Moon’s brilliant light reflecting on the still water of the harbor cove betrays the anguish felt deep inside as I sit gazing upward at the dark night sky filled to abundance with the flickering light of constellation’s stars.

Absorbed by the wonderment of nature’s paint I seek to find answers to questions’ manifest, reasons for humanity’s self-inflicted pain, dispensed with the hypocrisy of remorse.

The defilement of life’s abundant values given without price; expended as though worthless: life, taking life.

What virus of evil did mutate into the genetic of humanity to give rise to its indiscriminate ability to espouse hatred by voice and physical action?  An evil so dark as to seemingly expunge the full essence of Love from the spirit soul given to all with birth into a world of unquestioning beauty and abundance to be had.  What wayward action was it that led it to traverse our planet without impediment or impunity to find permanence of residence in all, yet diverse, cultures?

Were an alien intelligence to look upon the dualistic actions of this earth’s inhabitants it would assuredly too, be left to wonder the root cause(s) for this profane condition.  Like a child spoiled to indifference to the riches unquestioningly given it without want for reciprocation but to appreciate the inherent value of its worth and, to cherish the opportunity for its giving.

How long can this insidious profanity be allowed to continue without an ultimate price to be paid, to render a final solution that will fully purge the disease sickness that holds to the genetic roots of humanity and its progeny of generations to come? To allow the full goodness of the Soul’s spirit of love that freely resides in all at birth, to flourish and expand in the course of life’s given journey before entering the next realm of energy’s domain.

 When?

02
Jan
17

Etched To The Bone


 

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Surprising, this poem, written back in 2008, finds a fitting place reflecting the current day’s experience; the unfolding of events that speak to a darker time that, potentially, lies ahead for all humanity and its implication for generations that are yet to follow:

Etched To The Bone

My mind spins

From the chaos echoing

From the choir

Disaster of faith

In the fabric of mankind

Can the deluge

Grow even higher?

 

When will it stop?

When will the end begin?

The pain that I am feeling

Is in need of a pill that can win.

 

Factions in every corner

Spewing the ill

Of the coming way

Offering nothing in return

But explaining

How we will righteously pay

 

Bleed for the children

For they know not

What it is

Tomorrow’s growing darkness

Is the inheritance to be given?

What in the morning

Will they say?

 

Oh what sadness

Is being etched into the bone

For generations to come

This ailing condition

Will call it: home!

19
Oct
16

Tears of Cotton


 

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Tumbling under the tumbleweed,
Watching life from body recede,
Praying for forgiveness to bleed,
Knowing not what truth to believe.

Heaven holds promise to life given,
Forgetting awareness of promises driven,
That life is meant for those bent on liven,
What chance is there they are in fact riven?

Hell provides an excuse to excuse,
Those given to others to abuse,
Or ultimatum to refuse,
What amounts to a  pile of garbage refuse.

Darkness hides from glorious light,
Deceiving what is most given to fright,
To harness the strength to give flight,
Especially when darkness arrives in the night.

What ails in the heart is not to be forgotten,
In the end, it transcends what grows rotten,
That’s why tears are left to be sought then,
Absorbed in ‘kerchiefs, made of fine cotton.

09
Oct
16

emotion’s thoughts


 

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Zeal

Emotions exposed like a banana peeled;
Love, hate, anxiety; meant to make moments real
Yet uncertain of how they are truly meant to feel,
Nor to the ways, by them, to confidently deal;
Giving rise to multitude of drugs designed to purposely steal;
To subjugate life’s true essence; its spontaneity, its zeal.

 

Fantasy’s Gain

Lost in a fantasy of the mind

Perfection of reason one can find

No blemish to purpose of any kind

A worldly presence – so sublime

 

Love’s emotion in all its essence

Nature’s beauty beyond transcendence

Breath to life sparkles with effervescence

Hormones rage as in adolescence

 

Brief though this experience may be

It is a moment to be felt, to see

For it is a state easy to conceive

It is for all who live and breathe

Human emotions at times lost to reality’s pain

Often taken to lengths insane

Let the wondrous power of the mind reign

By resigning to a moment, to a fantasy’s gain.

 

Singularity of Being

Existence is a cocoon of my making

Detached from passions of others

Numbed by avoidance of emotion

Sustained by the singularity of being

Absorbed into self-absorption

 

Abyss

The parameters that define this life are shrinking.

I am down to the base figure of one.

Looking outward only – not connecting

Floating in a void consumed with others

Singular digits comprised of the same emotion

But void of the fraternal element

Wishing and wanting yet non-committal

Expending time like an abundant liquid

Frittering away what we have – are

In anticipation of a greater dream

Fear is the glue that binds

The unknown –

In death comes the answer

To a life spent questioning

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 




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