Posts Tagged ‘art



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?

17
Sep
15

Naykd Poet


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Since December 2011 by this blog, I’ve purged my heart, mind and soul; laying Naykd my thoughts to all, to know but, with time of near four years passage, what most did not grow, is awareness to a wisdom, my words, with hope, would sow. Yet, undaunted I pursue this work, not for the charm of accolade or renown but, for the mere chance of survival from that which ails this world; I feel so emotionally, so profound.  It is my only vehicle to solution short of violent revolution upon the corruptness metastasizing throughout this Human institution but to remain discouraged, by its prolific infusion. `Words can be mightier than the sword’ but, for that truth to be known, the right words need be shown, for the courage of strength, to be sown.

07
Sep
15

Contemplation


A simple contemporary piece combining the movement of color, form and, sound to inspire contemplation of that which shapes our three-dimensional world complimented by the senses that allow us to consume its beauty…..

07
Sep
15

faces of Cuba


The following is a collection created on an excursion through Cuba. A journey traveled beginning in Havanna and on through the countryside toward the eastern shores to Santiago de Cuba. It was a joy to experience the many varied smiling and curious of faces of Cuba reflecting the unique and historical heritage of this intriguing and somewhat, isolated country. The images were taken using a hand-held Nikon 150 35mm using a 28-150mm zoom lens with natural lighting. Enjoy: (click on image to enlarge)

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The above image was caught as I passed by a window opening of 2×3 feet. It was a spontaneous move to point my camera through the window opening not really knowing what awaited on the inside nor how my camera settings would respond. Surprisingly, when I got the film developed, I was tremendously dumbfoundedly amazed to realize upon seeing the resulting image; it was though they were just waiting for me to pass by to take this picture. I will never forget the excitement to realize the full depth to what I was so fortunate to have captured.

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17
Aug
15

Gift Renewal


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The full cold depth of death’s slate-marker pierces the seething heat of raging, blood-filled aroused cock wantonly seeking to be sucked and suckled by the demised, lewd waiting mouth to this earthly grave’s benefactor; to yield, to be swallowed and consumed into vacant deceased gullet; the sweet white flow of life-giving nectar held in the sanctity of human man’s testes; the mythically promised gift of Creation rebirth and renewal.

02
Apr
15

Rent-boy: Essential Public Service


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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.

01
Apr
15

Affirmation


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Becoming lost to the magic of written words
Shrewdly made to amuse, others to disturb
Absorbed by their meaning, being consumed
Ignoring distractions, obstacles to attention, that loom

A transfixing story that weaves a scrutable tale
Transporting to nether worlds, excitement to prevail
A tome’s obsession taken to ignoring the fading light
Eyes strained, avoiding and having to make it right

Constructed passages that make emotions rise and fall
Words cleverly composed to melody, heard by all
This mystical and wondrous gift to story’s creation
Becomes testament to a writer’s life – affirmation.

01
Apr
15

A Guiding Hand?


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A guiding hand offered to another without condition
May garner results for which there is no provision
Leading to a need to alter, to make revision
To one’s approach when influencing another’s position

In the end, each mind is shaped toward its destiny,
Often with life’s choices made without consistency;
Some guided by faith of luck, other’s, faith of divinity,
Rendering an outcome that is beyond prescription of remedy.

So one need consider when dealing human behavior,
The lack of results need not be confused with failure;
For outward signs of change are not there to savor,
As each individual, ultimately, is its own and only saviour.

01
Apr
15

A Bond Born


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Freely dancing in the tall grass glade
Memory music shared – reality fades
Wildflowers – vivid colors cascade
Happiness in this moment made

Summer heat on naked skin beams
Lover’s passion kisses – those of dreams
Senses nourished ‘til ecstasy screams
Drifting afloat waves silent – serene

Entwined bodies mimic wind’s spiral
Sharing life energies with no denial
Promises made to test their trial
A love-bond born beyond chance to defile

01
Apr
15

Ultimate Gift


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Naykd, I lay awake with my thoughts;
Mind-farts, from anguish to joy, brought;
Far too often, not of matters sought
But, facing my reality, all I’ve got.

Relief, derived by expelling the curse;
Expunged to avoid a mental burst;
Once experienced, knowing its worst;
Alternative, is the last ride in a hearse.

Joy and good wishes to all those whom can,
That is; putting thoughts of randomness to pen;
Whether words of wisdom or condition to defend;
It’s the ultimate gift to they whom can’t; depend.




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