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02
Oct
16

Perceived Truths


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Perpetuated traditions and beliefs can close a mind
To more fruitful alternative out there to seek, find;
The threat is to make the thinking mind blind,
Thwarting real, substantive advancement for Humankind.

Futures are founded upon much-antiquated thought,
Historical records illustrate from this, hardship is often bought;
Wars, famine and ultimate death of many are the results got;
Are these the outcomes for Human advancement sought?

When will humanity finally understand, learn
Ill-gotten wisdom is best to ignore and spurn?
If the desire for goodness for all humanity to yearn;
Maybe its time from some perceived `truths’ to forever turn.

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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

22
Sep
16

True Captains


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A thunderous boom echoed from a cloudless sky
Summoning the shrill of an unknown baby’s cry
Sending a shiver of fear hard to deny
With wonderment of question: `Why?’

Soon the streets filled with curious minds
Looking upward and outward for telling signs
But none were visible or made blind
Leaving an answer to the question hard to find.

Those of pious belief fell in prayer to their knees,
Atheists and the agnostic took to cowering under trees
Finding no reason to solution, source of fear to relieve;
Taking this sign as an ominous warning, one to be believed.

Next, the sunlight of day became hauntingly dark,
The blackness of night full, consuming, stark;
Artificial light failed to counter its sudden, complete embark,
Confirming to all, this strangeness is not to be deemed a lark.

Ancient prophecy has long spoken of such a coming event
Taken by most to be of an old zealot’s religious invent;
Poised as reason for all sinners toward a godly entity, to repent,
To gain a promise of such calamity, to wishfully prevent.

Intellectual voices of science took strides to explain
The Earth is passing through its Galaxy’s cosmic plane;
A natural, phenomenal cycle that occurs time and again
Ensuring reason toward humanity’s ails is not the source to blame.

Three days, three nights the darkness full did cause
Thousands to wait in fear, confused by whose `laws’
To believe to be this earthly calamity’s true cause
But, what is certain; Humanity is given good reason to pause.

On the fourth day sunlight once again made for a blue sky,
The cry of relief echoing loud, fervently far and wide;
From this, it became evidently clear and impossible to deny,
Earth, a cosmic vessel, is given for all humanity, on which to fly.

No longer encumbered by divisive, omnipresent rules of religious fear,
Humankind realizes they are the true Captains to this earthly ship to steer
Through the voidness of cosmic space knowing the path to be made clear
Is through intellect of mind and, love for each other, to hold most dear.

29
Mar
16


 

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Encountering one of my earliest published works online gave pause to what I wrote and subsequently self-published under the title: HOMAGE TO A WORLD LOST . Contained within this book, debut 2010, are poems reflective of the tumultuous first decade of this 21st Century.

The reading of many of the poems clearly  echoes, in a prophetic way, what is being experienced around the globe presently namely; the seeming collapse of effective governance and the politics it embodies; the run-away state of sectarian and religious terrorism throughout the globe; and, the extremes of climate change driven by global warming to name but a few of the subjects addressed.

Here is your chance to freely read some or all of the 133 pages contained therein and, for yourself, to draw your own conclusions about the state of a WORLD LOST!

Link: HOMAGE TO A WORLD LOST   (once there, scroll down to view each successive page)

 

Thank you.

26
Mar
16

TERRORISM – THE NEXT PANDEMIC


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While rummaging through some old file disks I happened upon the following essay I wrote back in 2005 and given the experience of the eleven-odd years since its writing, unfortunately, it is proven to be somewhat prophetic in light of what is currently the situation around the globe. Though some may argue, it doesn’t take much of a genius to have perceived the outcome of the invasion of Iraq:

The growth of Islamic extremists who are intent on forming `cells’ around the world with the objective of inciting fear and terror through indiscriminate bombings in high traffic public areas of targeted cities can be paralleled to the infection and growth of a virus.

Like the common cold the infection comes about by an individual who is carrying the virus infiltrating and spreading amongst that segment of the populace most susceptible to infection typically through the local Mosque and by taking up residence in the section of a city where the majority of Muslims reside.

This carrier is one who has been fully indoctrinated into the cause of the movement that being to re-establish Islam as the premier religion of the world by ridding the world of infidels and their perversions by any means necessary even at the cost of their own life – to be martyred.

This infiltration individual targets the poorest districts of an urban community where the majority of Muslims who being new immigrants are typically on the lower end of the socio-economic scale due to lack of employment. The male children of these first generation immigrants are fodder for these groups. This arises from this generation being segregated and disenfranchised by their country and community of residence that contributes to a lack of allegiance to nationality or country. It is this void of purpose and loyalty that makes these young typically male individuals, highly susceptible to infection and being absorbed into the viral movement.

Often these young males are drawn to their local Mosaics with the intent of communing with others of like origin and tradition to feed their need for familiarity in a foreign land and not necessarily for strong beliefs in Islam. In this environment they become highly vulnerable to persuasion by those aware of their weaknesses and needs. And like any highly infectious viral disease once the virus has gained a foothold within the populace, it is not long before all become infected, spreading from one another in rapid order.

Accepting this analogy as true – the solution to stop the spread would be to inoculate the most vulnerable with an appropriate anti-virus which would need to be formulated.

The first question that remains to be asked: to formulate this anti-viral serum; what are the components of the decease?

22
Mar
16

State of Global Human Affairs:


 

Criminal minds, political and the wealthy who sustain them; stationed atop the human populace occupying this Earthly domain to orchestrate and direct the legitimate and illegitimate national policies that ultimately incite life-ending carnage upon the innocent. The betrayal of the wisest amongst the rest, naively intrusted to share a wisdom directed toward the betterment of all humankind, to establish a worldly agenda fostering an equalitarian attitude when considering the common resources availed to the benefit of all and not the few. Hypocrisy left to run rampant to fuel misgiven, corrupt ideologies designed to give permanence of domain relegating common-sense, rational reasoning, reflective of the wishes of the many, in continuous, war fairing conflict with the gainful few, to be wilfully promulgated and sustained. This, the state of global human affairs in this 21st Human Century.

14
Mar
16

Promise Bound


 
PROMISE BOUND

For all Global Nations: a growing concern:
Racism and hatred beginning to flourish;
An underbelly of dissension prominently exposed;
State to State chaos, becoming much easier to discern.

Left versus right seems less a divisive issue;
It’s Race vs Race that is coming to the fore;
Politicians and wannabees, espousing explosive rhetoric;
Amidst ill-advised supporters brandishing burning torches too.

The level of hatred fast encompassing the world
Likely no different from that experienced in times past;
But, biased 24/7 media with Internet, redefines current history’s tome,
Leading to the conclusion: global inhalation is bound to be incurred.

The outcome of coming conflict, this time around,
With proliferation of nuclear force willingly at the ready,
Will, for this generation of children be theirs to inherit:
A lifetime of earthly misery and suffering promise bound.

SO GET OFF YOUR FUCKING ASS AND MAKE SURE IT DOESN’T HAPPEN!




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