Archive for the 'human nature' Category



01
Dec
15

Steadfastly Ahead


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To view this volatile world by its extremes,
Difficult to define their measure by any other mean,
Essentially, leads to disasters unfathomably obscene
Yet, unfortunately, no other conclusion is viable to glean.

The binary portrayal of all human issues confronted
Demands and delivers an outcome progressively stunted;
Historical records examined validate this presumptive
Yielding a contemporary civilization stagnant and blunted.

Progressive models to humanity’s advance have long been touted
Yet, these envisioned dreams become quickly diminished and politically flouted.
Even though voiced and demonstrated desires are publicly shouted;
Economic and monetary limitations, excuses given, though strongly doubted.

The pessimistic conclusion to all that here can be said
Is beyond the myth of `tea leaves’ to be read;
The future of global, civil unrest and potential for blood to be bled;
Leads to all that is undesirous, with certainty, lies steadfastly ahead.

27
Nov
15

Gapping Wound’s Bleed


 

world divide

Malignant chaos’ sufferance globally grows;
Chronicling an age of brutality, suppression imposed;
Religion, ethnicity, skin colour given cause to diminish, abuse;
Repetitively spoken with indifference, nightly, by mainstream News.

Political factions volley reason for remedy course to chart;
Pulling the strings of humanity’s ailing, callusing heart;
Hope; a candle lit to a darkened room, looms bright,
Yet, is easily snuffed, its flame doused by hysteria and fright.

The battle between goodness and evil, thought to be ancient foe,
Yet, deeper into a darkening chasm of hate seems the current flow;
Modernity; period of intellect able to overcome these incessant storms,
Renders without precedent; historical antecedent to this expected norm.

The hammered wedge of divineness that grows increasingly wide;
Bought by differing nationalism, theology, moral beliefs and pride;
Need be diffused by reason of intellect, compassion and compromise to succeed
So, the collective of humanity can finally cauterize this gaping wound’s bleed.

24
Nov
15

The Life Drawing Model


Performing naked, fully exposed;
Before fledgling artists awaiting the next pose;
Possibly curious to how, with no clothes,
Save for the socks that cover ugly toes,
How is it, this profession, one chose.

Frankly speaking, being naked, a must;
Truth to this doing amounts to no fuss;
Simply put, it is a matter of trust
That, as aspiring young artists, void of lust,
Focus is the image to paper, with charcoal dust.

Ultimately, left to the life-model to diffuse,
To be the centre, the inspirational muse,
Ideally wanting to vary provocative views;
Challenges what form of pose to peruse;
That stimulate creativeness; beauty to infuse.

In the end, it is a matter of mutual respect:
The artist to give, the life model to get;
For combined their energies are there to beget
Truth; beauty of the human form is not a threat;
A reality Artists provide the world, to never forget.

23
Nov
15

naykd poetry


You are invited to preview my latest addition of self-published books titled: NAYKD POETry; a provocative collection of poems and prose reflective of the sexual renascence presently being enjoyed especially within the Lesbian and Gay communities around the world. Though graphic by its nature, sexual expression of this form is not meant to be exploitive but rather, robustly exhilarating for the libido and fertile to the imagination, dwelling on the lustfully erotic.

22
Nov
15

25000 Refugees


 

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As the new Liberal government under Prime Minister Trudeau proceeds to process 25000 refugees from the scourge of war in the Middle East, more and more Canadians are voicing their concern that the effort will only serve to import radical terrorist to Canadian shores. The opinions voiced by way of comments to News articles addressing the concern has illustrated the true nature of some Canadians in the form of intolerance and cloaked discrimination.  To illustrate my sentiments in reaction to these comments I offer up the following:

25000 Refugees

21st Century Humanity

The wedge of divisiveness, driven down by the hammer of intolerance, wielded by a growing body of ignorance, radicalized to be indifferent toward suffering and blind to their selfish, self-serving, greedy protectionist posturing directed toward those made less fortunate by the destructive forces unleashed, sanctioned and supported by the wedge of divisiveness, driven down by the hammer of intolerance, wielded by a growing body of ignorance, radicalized to be indifferent toward suffering and blind to their selfish, self-serving, greedy protectionist posturing directed toward those made less fortunate by the destructive forces unleashed, sanctioned and supported by the wedge of divisiveness, driven down by the hammer of intolerance, wielded by a growing body of ignorance, radicalized to be indifferent toward suffering and blind to their selfish, self-serving, greedy protectionist posturing directed toward those made less fortunate by the destructive forces unleashed, sanctioned and supported by the wedge of divisiveness, driven down by the hammer of intolerance, wielded by a growing body of ignorance, radicalized to be indifferent toward suffering and blind to their selfish, self-serving, greedy protectionist posturing directed toward those made less fortunate by the destructive forces unleashed, sanctioned and supported by the….

21
Nov
15

Purely For Fortune


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Crimson red dressed, I ply the fading light
In service of a trade that gives some fright;
Made to give purchase of wanton pleasure;
To quell sexual tastes only but few, do treasure.

Johns-of-the night, deviance inclined,
Who seek and know well how to find;
To pay for what cannot be easily bought:
To be treated badly; what is most sought.

Unrepentant, I give to what is desired;
Their brutal demands, why I’m hired;
Whips, chains, shackles all part, of course;
Without mercy, inflicted, with pleasure given force.

Their screams, shouts and, whimpers plead
Not to stop their punishment, even to bleed;
Unrelenting, feelings of harshness deemed cruel;
Yields for me emotions; a struggle’s duel.

Simply put: mine is to service, to abide;
Demanding truth to civility, to conveniently hide;
For though this profession,  by some to disdain;
Sought purely for fortune, not the glib of fame.

 

18
Nov
15

The Internet


 

All society’s demographic find it all the rage,
Internet channels to express love and, or enrage;
A wireless medium for most to digitally engage,
Even religious faiths have now found its electronic stage.

Only two decades since its incipient birth,
Already in the of billions of dollars its worth;
From e-commerce to wood-fires in virtual hearths
But, for some practitioners; a growing, addictive curse.

The abundance of pornography, some would make claim,
Is the root to the medium’s spontaneous, rapid rise to fame;
Arguably, but then, just the same,
The Internet is forever and, forever it will remain.

Technological advancement conjoined with social networks,
Text messaging and, video connectedness the availing quirk;
That’s eroded boundaries between personal time and work;
365, 24-7 communication: for some a detriment, others a perk.

Regardless of how one views this 21st Century technological craze,
Its tentacle global reach makes definite it is not a passing phase;
But what has yet to be determined are its full implications as societies age,
Will it prove a healthy benefit or, a plague that has just begun to contage?

21
Jun
15

Miracle To Change


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Given the tumultuous times we increasingly find our world in, it seems appropriate to give this long ago written poem another spin.  It speaks loudly to the want and hope that humanity recognize the trajectory of its present course that only a blind-fool would think it not toward inhuman sufferance; if not its outright demise:

Miracle To Change

As the world spins on its axis tilt
Twenty-four hours of blood to be spilt

Humanity’s participants long for the day
Brutality and evil will have gone away

If history speaks as loudly as it does
Bullets and famine will win to love

Turbulence and chaos reflected in the skies
Surprisingly some still naively ask `why?

Though beauty of flora and fauna still exist
As casket wreaths it spoils their bliss

Mankind towards destruction seems inclined
What miracle to change will it have to find?

23
May
15

Challenges To Distraction


GREED

Is uniformity to an abiding person inclined
If, always found, they colour between the lines?
Or, in this age of perceived subversion, we find;
The increase in surveillance, demands it be, critically defined.

Lexicon to this 21st Century, conspires to set the stage;
For the eclipse of the past, be it with a whimper or through rage;
The margins of tomorrow will go beyond the written page;
Ear-marked for destruction or, possibly, left living in a Cage!

Challenges to distraction, are losing to the bid;
Manufacture to its reasons: perception to forbid;
Rendering future minds naive, relentlessly morbid;
Pledging a society chaotic and, grievously sordid.

This query-story need not end on so dire a note;
There is gradual rise to reasonable minds espousing hope
But, there is the pervasive mental lethargy of the many, to cope;
For without so doing, it may become a downward slope!

02
Apr
15

Rent-boy: Essential Public Service


rentboy

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.




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