A video book: Reflective Poetry
Utilizing the various media tools to our disposal, here is a further attempt to get a volume of writing out, exposed to the whims of those whom come upon it; a consolidation of works from the last few months:
A video book: Reflective Poetry
Utilizing the various media tools to our disposal, here is a further attempt to get a volume of writing out, exposed to the whims of those whom come upon it; a consolidation of works from the last few months:

Freely naked on the beach, under the Sun
Not for exhibitionistic purpose but just for lazing fun
Strangers ogling, perplexed as they pass
Question: is it brash nakedness or, the sexy curvy ass?
Either way, it is less concerning or, of little regard
At least until one’s penis decides to show hard
Then, it is a matter beyond taking a stand
Especially if it goes beyond a covered hand
In which case the matter can become absurd
As all around become increasingly disturbed
This being the case of lewd public display
It isn’t long before the law enters the fray
What began as innocent avoidance of daily drudge
Now transcends to stand accused before a judge
If there is a moral to this humorous literary pursuit
It is this: avoid naked sun-bathing; wear a swim-suit!
If you are not familiar; the CBC’s (Canadian Broadcasting Corp) Jian Ghomeshi hosts an insightful and entertaining radio and television show titled `Q’ wherein he interviews those of the Art’s be it music, film, theater, etc., etc..
Recently he interviewed Robert Downey Jr. and Jian’s style in conducting the interview prompted a thought to question:
What is the Interviewers’ role?
Resulting in the following poem as an idea toward answering the question:
Asking the questions, not to pry,
Looking for answers that avoid a lie;
Peering into eyes that will justify,
Beyond intellect of insight to verify.
No trick of questions’ cross-examination,
Just purpose to discern potential fabrication;
Looking to avoid an inward consternation,
The story unfolding is want of further confirmation.
Neither shrewd nor devious is the intent,
The want is for truthful, insightful content;
Not the distracting illusion of the mind’s invent,
An Interviewers’ query is theirs for reason to prevent.
A product of walking in the woods and stumbling upon the reflections of others whom seemed compelled to let their feelings and wisdom be known to anyone who may wish to read…..

(Image `Separation Anxiety’ Source: http://society6.com/tylerresty/separation-anxiety_print#1=45)
Residing permanently outside the envelop of popular, common-minds’ reasoning to thoughts derived, instilling a sustainable uneasiness, increasingly difficult to temper; derives condition of ill-defined malaise for which exists remedy to correction beyond medicated, lobotomized cauterizing of synaptic root origins to this illness’ creation, that being: to embody and expel the infused, emotionally derived condition as transformative bursts of reviving energy, formulating unique manners of artistic, creative expression, embodying the full depth of anxiety’s pain.
Blank Page
A blank page lays before me waiting to be blemished with markings representing some semblance of meaning in the form of words that will express my thoughts in a fashion of form and order that will with luck and exposure, conjure a response within the known and ideally yet to be known, spectrum of human emotion (I would include aliens but they’re not suppose to exist) yet to know exactly what those words ought to be is not exactly clear to me so my intention from this point forward is to basically put down the words as they manifest in that part of my brain responsible for such activity with the hope that I won’t forget what those words are by the time they reach the finger tips of my hands that take on the charge of pushing the keys to the keypad with further hope that I don’t misspell or misuse any specific word such that it throws off any potential reader from realizing the relevance of this piece that appears to be materializing to my astonishment, right before my eyes and further, that the imperative of proper grammar and punctuation is appropriately emphasized and not over done as has been known to occur in past writings that unlike this writing were constructed with a premeditated thought of purpose guiding its development be it a poem, prose or even short story that I am known by those who know me, to have written and several of them I may add, though much of them have yet to be widely distributed for critical review, a review that may prove too harmful to my fragile psyche were the critique to be less then flattering potentially giving rise to not writing anything more – full stop

A villainous spirit has captured my assailable soul
Naive to its evil power I soon succumb to know
From blissful nape’s kiss to gain blood’s flow
A gift given, of invincible age doth grow
Nourished by conquests, to fate of death I bestow
To gain timeless centuries and companion’s to sow
To court and enjoy the fruit of endless tomorrows
Time, passing, relentlessly approaching the End;
Cause wanting, mind mined for reason to defend;
Authoring a stable of new words, sought to be penned;
Gift to recipients’ translation of meaning, to contend.
Origins of seed to literal creation, not easily defined;
Senses stimulation may impede, serve to blind;
Hiding the nucleus to a story wanting to find;
Critical to its nature: to a truth or, of a different kind.
Stumbling, struggling, words with meaning do manifest;
Left only to reason: what order to render, what is best
To stimulate unknown minds yet to read, digest;
So, once conveyed, this authoring mind, may finally rest.