Thursday, August 9, 2018

Dead end existences






Dead end existences

What are you doing with yourself
Where do you find yourself
Do you lead a dead end existence
Is your life going nowhere
Are your needs just being met
Feel you're going to die this way
Is the sex the only thing going for you
Or don't you even have that
Is a dead end job all there is for you
Are all your friends no good for you
Do you always find yourself being used
Is someone always wanting something from you
Are you being pushed into a corner
Is extremeness the only way out
Do you think you'll ever get out
Do you think you're old for your age
What keeps you going through the day
Are you addicted to the drugs of life
Are your eyes falling in your head
Do you find yourself not bathing often enough
Do you care how you look
have you read this far?
are you waiting for an answer?
is this your life?
do you like analyzing others?
Nothing can be done to save you.


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Wednesday, August 8, 2018

In the Universe




In the Universe

Waiting on the ground
For salvation
Perhaps desperation
Arriving in the dark
And leaving after midnight
My soul comfort
May be my cell mate
Uncontactable and tiresome
To call would leave me breathless
So here I walk
Up and down from left to right
To a never ending circle

Alone

In the universe
I may just as well be
Returning to a destination unraveling
Lingering in the air
For answers to questions unknown
Watching the sun go and come
Uncertainties are abound
The next step is audacious
Treacherous and possibly
Dangerous
Descending into daring waters
I will be waiting for where the circle takes me


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Tuesday, July 31, 2018

Out there somewhere



Out there somewhere

Out there somewhere
The beginning is to be found
Out there somewhere
In the galaxies all around
 

The mystifying unknown
Stars that are but pin holes in the sky
Flickering to their own heartbeat
So very far away
It's unbelievable to grasp everything
The majestic night sky
All is quiet, all is unknown
Out there somewhere
It came from the beyond
Not from the heat of our sun
Not from evolution
Not from modern understanding of religion

Speeding by in space could change its pace
The many lives that could be lived, lost
The Gods returned this way to their planet
To study what was to be found
A sadness for a failed sacrifice
They gave one the power to achieve
The mind to control other species
But what did they do
Tore the hearts out one another
Lost good knowledge forever in the past
Used good knowledge for their wicked games
They couldn't get along with each other
On such a tiny planet, they needed space
They decayed, diseased themselves through time
Overpopulation, oversight, overnight
They came back to find a horrid find
But so they knew, the path would not be smooth
It was an experiment
On some planets, it went bad

The Gods returned to their planets
To see what has been going on
What a child alone has done
Without an overlooking parent
The myth came back   
Waiting and watching
Advancing our thinking
To one day answer all the questions
That has been asked since the beginning
That which has been lost and hidden
That which has been dismissed as absurd

The makers of man have ideas of their own
To question the beginning is in vain
We will never know what happened
Only once we're ready to accept it
Will we be told                             
Which is probably never
Or a very long time away

 
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Saturday, July 21, 2018

Like a Drug




Like a Drug

It keeps on finding me
Or do I keep on looking
The same places
The same venues
What does that say about me
Nothing much
Nothing less
And yet I keep on searching
For the elusive drug
That keeps me coming back
To whom knows what
Something that cannot last
Unavoidably, it is gone
Short lives and dramaticised
It spins in circles
To no end
To no beginning
Till something is reached
Till nothing is gained
Till all is lost
At an inconsequential cost
To who to you to me
Everything remains the same
Nothing is truly gained
The world keeps on turning
My head keeps on spinning
To an inevitable end
That I am yet unwilling to bend
Out of reach
Out of touch
And there it belongs
Not to me But around me
Unwanting Unwilling Uncaring
There is only one end in sight
And it does not seem worth the fight
.


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Tuesday, July 10, 2018

They call me clark Kent






They call me clark Kent

But do they really know who I am?
Do they really care?
Are they really interested?
I don't think they really perceive.
No one really knows the true me.
The being that I really am.
I reflect aimlessly about my life.
Where is it going?
What is to become of me?
Has it yet arrived?
And I feel completely isolated.
Maybe they presume reason suppose they do.
Even then it doesn't matter.
I'm just myself.
They who say he's taciturn.
They don't know him.
I'm thunderous when I want to be.
But only when I want to.
Most times I scrutinize.
That's one rank I give myself.
Another is spent wondering.
Wondering about my future.
Will it last?
Is it already in the past?
My ambition is well underway.
I know I'll make it.
But is it all worth it?
Will it all be worth it?
I mean anything could happen.
Or not happen.
When I consider what was.
I feel no regrets.
I remember no bad no mistakes.
Only the just. 
These are the thoughts that linger.
My heart beats.
My head thinks.
Constantly.
Consistently.
I envision if I really am.
If I be gone.
Will anyone ever know?
That all my life.
Nothing seemed real.
And I'm still waiting for this to end.
To awaken and see life all anew.
All strange all wonderful.
But no.
But yes.
They call me clark Kent


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Thursday, January 9, 2014

Fallen Angel














Fallen Angel

Down to the ground
And crying
Falling from space
From nothingness
An empty void
Darkness envelopes
And surrounds
Falling and landing on one knew
Eyes looking forward
Looking sad
Something amiss
Something gone
Once in paradise
Once no more
Once is all it takes
Mistakes and let-downs
No more
All coming to a sudden end


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Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Behind Closed Doors


Behind closed doors

Sex is a preoccupation on my mind
I would like to get it on yours
I would like to bring your genitals out into the open
The way it should always have been
Before shame and guilt was forced upon you
It's time your genital functions were brought out of the dark
Out of lonely places, dimly lit spaces

One naked body playing solitaire
Two naked bodies getting what they want
How can bodies enjoying themselves raise such an issue
After all, there are only two kinds around
One is intimately known, the other is abound
You should know every groove well by now
Why does it disturb you so when it's printed and on celluloid

Sex is a basic human function
It's there to keep you going
Something as innocent as sex
How can you read so much into an act
Do you see yourself in others genitals
And not like it
Do you prefer yourself to be in the dark

Do you prefer to take a bath alone
Do you prefer to stand alone in a shower
Do you prefer to be alone with your genitals
When it comes out of the dark to openly display itself
Do you freak out and cry out
Out of shame and guilt, but who can blame you
It's been going on for generations, the genital provocation

Sex shouldn't be a problem for anyone
It's only if you have a problem within yourself
That you find yourself condemning without truly understanding
That you find yourself playing around in the dark
Everyone is different in looks, in body, in sexual features
Don't believe generalizations and mythical stereotypes
And don't judge yourself on others talents for you have enough

Where reality begins and the illusions end
There may be many positions, but only one point to it all
No matter how you turn yourself, train yourself
You only seem to be seeing the surrounding picture
How your genitals have made you envious and unhappy
When you finally see there's nothing wrong in what you do, don't do
You'll understand the point is not the problem you made it out to be

Sex is something so natural
It's a shame there's people who can't handle what's going on
And it seems too late to change anyone's mind
Too late to always wear underwear with short pants
Too late to always wear a condom on a hard on. Or not
I do so loathe people with no sense of humour, and
I think it's time to close the door behind me on this issue.


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