Posts Tagged ‘people

27
Nov
15

Gapping Wound’s Bleed


 

world divide

Malignant chaos’ sufferance globally grows;
Chronicling an age of brutality, suppression imposed;
Religion, ethnicity, skin colour given cause to diminish, abuse;
Repetitively spoken with indifference, nightly, by mainstream News.

Political factions volley reason for remedy course to chart;
Pulling the strings of humanity’s ailing, callusing heart;
Hope; a candle lit to a darkened room, looms bright,
Yet, is easily snuffed, its flame doused by hysteria and fright.

The battle between goodness and evil, thought to be ancient foe,
Yet, deeper into a darkening chasm of hate seems the current flow;
Modernity; period of intellect able to overcome these incessant storms,
Renders without precedent; historical antecedent to this expected norm.

The hammered wedge of divineness that grows increasingly wide;
Bought by differing nationalism, theology, moral beliefs and pride;
Need be diffused by reason of intellect, compassion and compromise to succeed
So, the collective of humanity can finally cauterize this gaping wound’s bleed.

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15
Nov
15

Deviousness of Plan?


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Are we, the common Peoples of this world who cry,
Ponds to those whom sit on true power of high,
Source to the strings to what does unfold,
Devious, detached to what scourge they behold?

The birth to this historical era of fright and death,
Were it a forethought or spontaneous plan,
Either way, it has taken on a life that flourishes,
Fed by the rancour of unyielding, insatiable foes.

Unrelenting, seems the flow of blood spawned by hate,
Instigated in defence of distorted, theocratic ideology
Yet, questionable to the camouflage cover it provides
Scrupulously; the truth to reason and purpose it hides.

If this be rai·son d’ê·tre to those whom look down,
What they serve to accomplish is more blood soaked ground;
For the illness of mind that is now ravenously being unleashed,
Finds service of comfort to Faith, the more of their enemy to defeat.

Borderless, this trauma seems likely to find its course,
Opposition to its viral spread made more difficult to source,
Like a pandemic virus inoculation of remedy taking time to find,
All the while, liberty of life and freedoms obliged to decline.

The darkest of clouds bought by the unrest has yet to manifest,
To be avoided, those of righteous standing must come to the test;
Knowing full well the cause to what incites this scourge to unfold,
In service to humanity; they must come forth, let the truth finally be told.

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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20
Aug
15

Human Differences Denied


Shameful and often brutal is the manner mutual and respective lives are often treated by others of the same human ilk for no more than the obscure and often irrelevant nuances individual lives feel compelled by indescribable forces, to adorn themselves, to reflect a slice of independence within the pool of humanity to which they unquestioningly become part; a chance to differentiate, to cultivate a feeling of uniqueness with a willingness to be singled out at the cost of being subject of ridicule and potential disenfranchisement from the collective that spurns such choices principally out of fear approval of such willing engagement may contribute to destruction of the invisible tribal structure construct to which they have for the most part unwittingly, unquestioningly, become part but, simply due to a failure to recognize within themselves the same ambition desire to differentiate, to cultivate a feeling of uniqueness purely out of fear of being singled out and shamefully treated by others of the same human ilk.

Take this link to emblemize the thought behind this poem, a reflection of the beauty derived from stepping out from the norm:  VIDEO

05
Nov
12

ORIGINAL ART COLLECTION


A chance to share with visitors my eclectic  collection of photographs, graphic computer artworks produced over the years:

MY ART STUDIO

02
Nov
12

born to a dark mind


A post-Halloween toast:

Tale To Freight

Composing dark and unsavory tales to freight
The lurid, cursed words to raise a strange delight
Telling of what is oft hidden from the sight of light
The unsavory mention of what goes `bump in the night’

A tale that speaks of twisted minds that plan and scheme
One that consumes the darkest of nightmarish dreams
Rendering a victim’s  most heart-wrenching  scream
A callous evilness for emotional gain,  than to be seen

This manner of expression intent on gaining vicarious reward
To be given to those that would likely faint at fear’s door
To garner adrenalin’s rush, demanding one to read more
Of the bloodied and dead, void of suffering the pain and sore.

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Honed Steel Blade

Lothe of darkness, left to dwell
What tale this bloodied knife could tell
Born from a tainted mind, lured by cursed spell
Expressed by its master, servant of Hell
For the deathly evilness deed, its presence did befell

A torrid carnage wake of death and defiance
Shear morbidity and twisted execution of contrivance
Meant to defy laws of human compliance
And to confound the realm of forensic science
This crafted tool, life-ending appliance

Razor-sharp, honed steel blade, used for evil’s gain
Marks its course of deed, with blood-flowing stain
The death-still carcass, a persistent memory to remain
Negates its true purpose of service, forever to defame
Tainted, civil-minds brandish bias toward its disdain

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Silent Fart

the taint odorous plume grew as it rose
its toxic vibrancy scared as it flowed
no whimper of mention gave it a show
the tacit reaction given; a tweak of the nose
lending credence only its originator knows
the response;  retreat, all affected, chose




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