Irrepressible Malcontents

 

Yowling and howling with the wretched

injustice of it all, these tender flakes

of humanity represent an anomaly

where it has become evident they have

failed the test of social maturity, content

as they are, determined as they are to

remain malcontented juveniles forever.

Like children everywhere who seek to

possess what they see others have

and they not, quick to claim their

rightful ownership of all they covet

scornful at suggestions of civility and

the possibility of sharing so that others'

needs too can be accommodated. For

each and every potential solution to their

pouting pique they dissent with rage

then resort to violence reflecting their

reasoning that if they cannot obtain the

objects of their desire then no one shall

and those who occupy their desire must

pay the penance of death at the hands of

the aggrieved. They have lost the sympathy

of onlookers, the support of nearest kin

for their unreconstructed incorrigibility

has wearied all but themselves, left now

to their usual devices of demonic rage

for their unfulfilled aspirational tyranny

expressed in murderous defiance of

the merest scintilla of human decency.

 

Waiting...

 

With the limitless patience of the faithful

they wait, imperturbably confident and

assured, the seers and the shamans, the

yogis, the sufis and the swamis, near

Chichen Itza.  Their followers worldwide

besotted with the spiritual chill of the

unknowable void of being will settle for

alternates.  Awaiting the spirals of

heavenly light promised to invade the heads

of believers, from their vast galactic journey

they weep in fear and joy.  A cosmic dawn

arrives to gift the worthy with telepathy and

they will loose themselves from the

niggardly magnetic bonds of Earth, to

levitate and flee its constricting confines

set to implode.  Electrical vortexes

arrived from the galaxy's centre bid them

hither and they will respond, leaving fear

embracing love, bathed in the light of

transformative cleansing of the soul.  For

they have discovered true salvation, fleeing

the stagnating brutal influence of life as

we think we know it.  That is the revelation

the cataclysmic upheaval that engages 

humanity, at one with the golden light

of divine forgiveness, an arcane alchemy 

of  life bypassing death, the final frontier

to incandescent longevity.  If not immortality

then why not?  Thirteen and counting.

Look...at us, at them, the pathetic ones --

quivering with the misery of unrequited life.

 

 

Viral Pandemic

 

It lurks, an unsuspected menace

patiently awaiting opportunity

for this pathogen is a rapacious threat

its endurance and communicability

a fearsome feat of nature's strange

random endowments to her creatures

both minuscule and gargantuan

whether harmless or endowed with an

appetite to consume other life forms

on the path to realizing its dedicated

existence. From its original host

patiently waiting ... waiting ...

then striking and striking again

and yet again ... its unqualified

malevolence striking terror into

the minds of observers whose

medical training informs them of

its potential as a raving and present

risk to survival of its hapless

victims, sending the clarion call

of enhanced vigilance and urgent

calls to isolate and examine its very

nature the better to arm themselves

with a discovery capable of disarming

the beast's intention of calamitous

global destruction of humanity.

 

 

Your Truth

 

What could be as headily liberating

as the freedom to speak, to release

from the prison of your mind how

you feel, what you think, your

unsolicited but urgently needed

expressions of belief, your solutions

to problems that you know exist yet

are rarely discussed, the details of what

you know so that others may too and

from your generosity of sharing may

join you in your private campaigns

or laud your courage in airing such

sentiments, perhaps even assemble a

cadre of like-minded stalwarts in a

campaign to air the musty corridors

of certainty and introduce nuances of

disbelief challenging and exciting. So

no need to clasp silently those thoughts

and misgivings lest you betray your

enmity to the smug civility of the social

contract for the greater virtue of free

speech calls. You are not truly racist

when you parry-and-thrust verbally

over critiquing the criminality of

Zionism, the penchant of Blacks to

disrupt the serenity of the white race

the slovenly habits of Asians and others

whose culture and errant habituation

sounds the clarion of disruption to the

norms. And when you scathingly consider

feminism a symbol of man-hating

bitches focused on empowering women

while emasculating men. And nor do

women have a monopoly on gender

for any man bent on upsetting their

referential superiority has but to declare 

himself an absolute her for society to 

humbly genuflect for this, you see, is the

grand power of free speech utterances.

 

 

Exhibitionism's Grandeur

 

 

This child whose face is perpetually grimed

in a paroxysm of rage will never win a beauty

contest nor be credited with a sweet demeanor

but she has become immensely popular as one

with an aggrieved message to deliver in a

manner quite congruent with her pathology on

the autism spectrum of oppositional defiant

disorder, despising authority so redolent of

adolescent juveniles' resentment of adults

positioning themselves as authoritarian in the

belief they have the right to regulate children's

behaviour. Children invest much in their gleeful

assertions that it is adults with their lack of vision

who have disrupted nature's unblemished accounts.

What a different world we now inhabit than might 

have been imagined a half-century ago when

parents felt assured of the sex revelation of

their offspring at birth, to the very present 

when what you see is not necessarily what you

believe with gender dysphoria representing yet

another life-disruptive issue in the social order

pitting progressive authority against the mere

status of parenthood. Long years past people

were aware of quaintly rare anomalies such as

hermaphroditism and homosexuality and the

attraction to transvestism as an entertaining

novelty, before an entire championship and

celebrated industry arose embracing the

new reality of errant humanity's fascination

with the dazzling display of nature's occasional 

deviation from the boring irrelevant ordinary.

 

The Setting Sun

 

Today's is a hostile wind rousting

and howling through the naked tree

tops of the winter forest canopy.

At this season when half the world

is in mourning for the death of nature's

green growth and the other half of the

world celebrates its luxuriant blooms

memory grows dim in recalling the

brilliant colour that winter has banished

from the landscape, arrogating its reign

preferential in its exquisite presentation

of white, silver and black abolishing

the rainbow-array of dazzling shades

so luminous they inspire birds to sing

paeans to the growing seasons. The

bitter cold, with its knife-edge sharpness

the wind volunteers absorbs the glitter

of snow enthralling as the landscape

becomes. Until nature bestows day's

end with the glorious vision of the

setting sun's rays penetrating the dense

forest, setting dark trees aflame prefacing

the entrance of a short day's dusk.

 

 

Shoah .... Desolation

 

Theirs was the voice of anguish and fear

echoing spiritual disbelief and confusion

in the agony of yet another rejection

murmuring softly their trust betrayed yet

their proud existence as equals in humanity

before finally turning for compassion

abroad for hope was not yet lost though

the soul was gravely wounded. Their

obedience to a succession of rules meant

to disenfranchise and strip their humanity

a gradual exercise in humiliation finally

attaining the greater purpose in a precision

clockwork of organized cleansing toward 

the goal of national perfection and conquest 

where expunging the impure and inferior

was the first order of business to restructure

a world free of Jews. A voice unheard

calling to a disinterested audience oblivious 

with its deliberation of non-involvement

revealing a vile shared pathology. A lifetime

later the genocidal perpetrators profess

profound regret, their global audience

applauds and the sinister venom of hatred

that fuelled that genocide is once again

abroad in the resurgent world community.