The following links are to a series of self-published books whereby you can explore their content and if so desired, purchase either in soft or hardcover or as an e-book.
Thank you in advance for your time in this regard:
Homage To A World Lost , ebook for Ipad format
Naykd Poet(ry), ebook for Ipad format
Self – Explored Through Poetry , ebook for Ipad format
His beautiful eyes,
Seek out a clue;
Asking for reason:
What life is to do?
Sadness expressed,
Not of emotion’s pain;
Life visioned experience:
What is wisdom gained?
Avoidance to reality,
A contemporary resolve;
Eyes wide shut to solution:
Beautiful eyes look to solve?
Referencing Russell Brands tweet: Are we being lied to about healthy food? Here is the #trews youtu.be/CgPWmVsdwi4
After watching/listening to RB’s rant on the mentioned topic; the narrative he concluded the piece with reminded me of a poem I wrote sometime ago that in my mind at least, responds to the message and thought I’d share the two and you can decide for yourself:
Universal Prayer: Oneness To All
This is not prayer seeking divine forgiveness
This is not prayer seeking divine healing
This is not prayer seeking divine love
This is not prayer in worship of a divine creator
This is prayer of Enlightenment
This is prayer of Knowledge
This is prayer of Connection
This is prayer of Oneness to All
For I am one with all that is
That my Soul’s energy
Is given to the power of Enlightenment
That the Oneness of All
Be recognized as creator to the All that exists
This enlightenment to the Oneness to All
Gives empowerment to the Knowledge:
That Connected – all that ails is healed
That Connected – all will arise harmonious in the Universe
That Connected – all will derive energies of love universal
That Connected – all will become One with the Universe
Let the light that is my soul’s energy
Flow out to the universe
So that all may benefit from its power
That my soul’s void be filled with the energies of their love.
Let the energy of love shine and emanate from you such that you may receive mine in return.
To the Oneness – to All
I am pleased to announce the release of my latest book of poetry titled:
REFLECTION – RESPONSE through the voice of poetry.
As an introduction, this collection of poems is premised on reflection of the many important and diverse issues facing the global human community today and, through the voice of poetry, express my personal response to a perceived affect these issues are having on human, societal evolution. Interspersed amongst these poems are several reflecting a personal philosophy toward life, sexuality and the environment.
I hope you will take a few moments to visit my Self-publishing website by clicking on the image below to review the contents of this book and, I would be further honored if you found it worthy of purchasing at a reasonable cost. It is available as Soft-cover and Hard-cover issues.
Thank you in advance for your time in this regard.
Enjoy:
Expunging the pain that rails the soul
Imposed by demons of theocracy’s creation
To spur into damnation wistful thoughts by free minds
Toward reward of flesh given to life senses
Composed of elemental consciousness
Born to all though realized by the few
The few strident in their challenge to refute
The shroud of restriction divinity imposes
To let flow the fluids of body’s purpose
That by its doing is to revere its creator’s creation
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.
You were once the source of my dreams
The one for whom my love screamed
That short romantic time we did share
When together, nothing else seemed to care
A forgotten picture of you while asleep
Painful reminder to love that ran deep
Renewed thoughts of what you meant to me
That until now was becoming a fading memory
Putting away that faded photograph
I’m not sure whether to cry or laugh
It’s not likely we will ever again meet
Unless by chance, on fortune’s street
Porn magazine display spills painted undressed flesh enhanced to virtue by pushing latent sexual wanton voyeuristic expression subconsciously infusing unattainable immediate demand for physical exploitation upon the distracted unassuming encounter of like-vision frustration imposing inexplicable desire for un-reciprocated caress by spontaneous orgasmic fulfillment.
Sex-search classifieds of men, boys seeking love
Love not purely of the emotional kind
Their word’s read of innocence and naivety
To brutal harshness of a calcified heart
That masks singular loneliness imposed by orientation
Driving their pursuance to anonymous exploitation
Motivated by need of purging sexual frustration
Fueling willingness for graphic display of wares to want
Ensuring debasement of integrity and mutual respect
Disregarding expense to potential future relationship promise
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