
Unconscious to consciousness fed
Crimson the paint-brush bled
Occupying willing canvas bed
Expressing emotions thought dead
Giving rise to what is not said
Left to discovery what’s to be read
To the artist; merely, chance to shed
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Abstraction Red
Refugee
Stealth through the darkness of a moonless night,
They stole their way by shrouded candle light,
Not knowing if another would see their flight,
Desperate to escape the suffering by their war-trodden plight.
Time and again the still quietness of the late night hour
Is broken by the muted thunder of advancing military power;
Each cannon-boom causing all to instinctively cower,
Wanting only for their freedom to eventually flower.
Long has been their suffering under tyranny’s rule
By dictatorial oppression meant to be harsh and cruel;
Propagandized from the moment they entered school
But, for these refugees, no longer wanting to be played the fool.
The path to freedom’s gate is arduous and dreadfully long;
Emboldened, all seemed more determined and quietly strong,
Marching silent, forward, toward peace and harmony’s throng,
Knowing deep within, this is where life-lived does belong.
Global Treason
Calamitous, tumultuous, turbulent chaos,
Words to define the present state of the World;
Everywhere one’s attention does cross,
What was once Order seems be coming unfurled.
Though the problems may vary, as do their cause,
There seems but one common, all important reason:
Major nation’s institutions flagrantly breaking international laws;
A crime some might define as Global treason
Whether judicial, legislative or global finance,
Morality and jurisprudence willfully dismissed;
The élite, whom are in control, succumbing to greed’s evil trance;
Sinking humanity by their undoing, into an ever darkening abyss.
Toronto G20 Fiasco Revisited
Watching the REAL NEWS NETWORK’s Paul Jay (http://trnn.com) comment on the issue of the G20 event has only served to rile my anger against the criminal actions of all levels of government and goon-mentality, militarized police responsible for the authorization and use of unprovoked and excessive brutal force respectively, evidenced and documented. Compounding the insult of this criminal event is the lack of accountability of all level of authority responsible. Like most issues it is merely swept away and forgotten with the consolation that it is never to happen again. But, when it does, the same pathetic rhetoric will be spun to diminish the true importance of the matter. Democracy in the true sense of its meaning is for all intents and purposes: DEAD! Civil liberty, freedom of speech in arenas where it is most potent are and in truth; always have been, expunged by the unseen elite authority that in fact narrates and conducts the events of the world. Politicians and associated militarized battalions of complicit policing authority having sold their souls for a feeding at the trough.
Jack Boots and Batons
In jack boots and wielding batons
They come a hundred strong
Their march echoing the throng
With fierce voice chanting the song:
`Back off – get to where you belong’
Their aim: to intimidate
Their strength: how governments legislate
Their goal: to disseminate
Those whom protest and congregate
Billowing clouds of pepper-spray block the light
To keep peering eyes and cameras from sight
To witness those who attempt to fight
For what they know is their civil-right
This tactic meant to intimidate
Serves only to rile and infuriate
Leading to rebellion and the eventual fate
Of civil society becoming a terrorist state
Like the planet, spinning, spiraling outward along with its cousin planets comprising this spacial galaxy, fueled by the energy of its central body Sun traveling through the dark void of space; the events comprising the history of Earth’s current epoch of human inhabitants, ravel timelessly toward an unknown destiny.
Each twenty-four hour cycle of Earth’s excursion toward the unknown speaks to the life stories of its seven-billion inhabitants. Stories that compose the nature of human existence within the fragile environment to which it has been mysteriously born. Stories diligently recorded and maintained over centuries of time-measured yet, authored for an unknown audience for it is evident through humanity’s ability to repeat its failings, to heed lessons taught through life-experience.
Contention surrounds the prospect that destiny plays important in the flow and ebb of human experience, a guiding energy toward an as-yet, unfathomable outcome. Though, is the daily expunging of countless, individual human lives by self-inflicted carnage and suffering expressed in wildly imaginable constructs excuse-able by such unsubstantiated reason?
The stain of evilness embodies each living soul demanding conscious effort to entomb within, to refuse succumbing to its destructive potential. Though many of human populace willingly oblige and acquiesce to the few and powerful belligerent, abusing forces within its realm; and, those whom are brave to oppose such evilness are effectively and ceremoniously stifled in their effort.
The progressive evolution of human experience too is evidenced daily reinforcing the perception that humanity at its core holds to ideals exercised as humane and goodly acts.
It is this perplexing dichotomy in human nature compounded by the inability to clearly define purpose to presence on Earth that both propels and stifles the human experience and progressive evolution, unrestricted to its fullest potential.
hustler
WARNING: Adult Sexually Related Content
With high unemployment, with rising costs of living in urban centers, many, especially young men, are forced into situations they otherwise would not consider but, when true hardship falls upon them, they do what is needed to survive: HUSTLE!
Wanton, lustful bodies in darkened shadows
Hiding from vice’s glaring light;
Here to pay for my tomorrows,
Fucking men in the Park, each night.
I know it’s morally wrong
But, this is my burden plight,
I’ve had to take to gay hustling;
The work is dirty but, the pay is right.
Married or straight, they have their need
For thick hard dick, an insatiable want;
If they’re willing to pay, to feed,
My naked long cock; I’m willing to flaunt.
In the end, there is no true winner;
I get the money I need with some regret,
They, the burden-guilt of the sinner;
Yet both into darkness, our paths are met.
Walnut Trees
Binary Souls
Entombed to the Wood
Born to this world
To Know
To experience the tides of time
A living memeory
For all to see
To All, to know
Walnut Trees
Ominous yet, strikingly graceful, towering tall,
With wind-swept leaf laden branches too strong to fall;
Their thick, deeply channeled bark speaks to a timeless stand,
Defying death by disease growing mighty and grand.
Age-old witness to the passage of human history,
Intolerant to cycles of drought and winter misery;
Here only to serve their natural purpose; to purify Earth’s air,
Their lushful green grandeur of beauty; a gift to humanity to share.
As with all that is natural, an end time will one day come
When the boldness of their presence, no longer hides the Sun;
A sad day truly, for all whom have failed to witness, to see,
This wonder of nature’s doing, these centuries old, Walnut trees.
Freedom’s Voice
Long and loud is professed the freedoms of Democracy;
Yet those whom challenge to demonstrate with verbosity,
Bare the real truth to this constitutional hypocrisy.
While those whom have gained electoral powers
Confront public anger from safety of legislative towers;
Brutal force disperses the anger with rubber-bullets and tear-gas showers
Institutional elite and corporations direct the political and judicial show;
To defy this pervasive condition or attempt chance to over-throw
Is recipe for wrongful imprisonment or, death as some have come to know.
Few brave souls have risen to confront the foundations of Establishment;
The likes of Assange, Manning, Snowdon now relegated to hidden confinement;
Smeared by complicit mainstream media’s negative embellishment.
The Western World has long been the breeding ground for a Police State;
General public apathy and ignorance allowing the condition to infiltrate;
Now metastasized beyond ability to reverse and mitigate.
Failure to acknowledge, to confront the direness to this state of reality
Is to relegate future generations to the conditions veracity;
Relegating freedom’s voice forever, to the state of banality.
Discernment
It is truly a gift given
To render to written word
Thoughts held by the Mind;
For those whom give consideration
And, to their Mind, now to reside.
No favor of truth to wisdom
Is the promise given by these words;
Only that consciousness has been risen
And, choice to their discernment,
By them, others to potentially learn.
Life Remaining
Exiting a life-period humorously referenced a `sobaticle’, to embark the next and definitely, last phase of a life journey; this reflection inspired the following:
Life Remaining
Riding the crest of happiness’ wave
Washed ashore from a sea of self-inflicted turbulence
Rendered to a promise land of bliss and reward
Buttressed by the strength of goodness to achieve.
Reclusive solitude transformed to energy gain
Yielding abundance to new resource expenditure
Toward dreams’ formative realization
Resilient to imposed limitations to confidence.
Surrounded and imbued by echoes to a past
Filtered remnants of experienced passage of time
Reflections of the best of life moments lived
To render reclamation of emotional elation.
What promise this remaining life will favor
Is given only to limitations of the Mind to achieve
For the binds of restriction are forever torn
Anchored in the truth this realization is believed.






