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20
Aug
13

Abstraction Red


abstraction red
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

20
Aug
13

Refugee


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.

14
Aug
13

Global Treason


abyss

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.

06
Aug
13

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

 

 

18
Jul
13

Dichotomy In The Human Experience


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.

16
Jul
13

hustler


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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.

08
Jul
13

Walnut Trees


Walnut Trees

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.

01
Jul
13

Freedom’s Voice


gag

 

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.

26
Jun
13

Discernment


thought

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.

26
Jun
13

Life Remaining


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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.




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